TMI Tuesday, almost NEW YEAR SAME ME

 1. What is the dumbest thing you are reading and writing right now? (uh-huh I know what you’re thinking :p)

 I'm not sure what this means?

2. If you were to start your own country who would sing your national anthem?

 Let It Go from Frozen.  Nobody would be able to get it out of their heads. Idina Menzel.

3. If you were to be eaten by an animal of your choice (and you will die), what animal will eat you? Why?

Polar bear. They are cute and they deserve it, with all this polar ice cap melting stuff.

4. What word makes you smile?

Hedgehog.  Why don't they just share the hedge?

5. What word makes you cringe?

Subby

Bonus: Will you board the love train? Already there.

Sex Symbols TMI

 1. Are movie star sex symbols a thing of the past?

Definitely not.  I think movie stars are mostly valued for their sex appeal.  That's why we're always getting new ones.

2. Who was your favorite sex symbol while you were growing up?

This is embarrassing, but Mark Hamill in Star Wars seemed cute when I was a teenager.  Now I can't figure out why and I'm more of a Harrison Ford (in anything) fan.

3. Of present day stars, who do you consider to be a legitimate sex symbol? Why?

Christina Hendricks. Why? Watch Firefly, or Mad Man, and you can see her. 

4. Do you have what it takes to be a sex symbol? Tell us at least 3 things that make you a sex symbol (or not).

Gosh, no. Not in the broad public sense of the term. I suppose I could be sexy to a few people who know me and like me that way.
Why not?   Well, it's kind of obvious to me I don't think I need to elaborate why not. 

5. The following can be celebrities or people in your life.
– Name someone who was sexy younger and is still sexy today? (à la Helen Mirren).   Sure. My Master. Mystique. And heck, me. I think I'm a bit sexy in attitude anyway.

– Name someone who was a bit goofy when younger but has gotten sexy with age? (à la Jeff Goldblum) Neil Patrick Harris.

– Name someone who was sexy when younger but has lost that sex appeal?  The sands of time have shifted in her once hourglass figure.  I don't know, maybe Natalie Portman. 

Bonus: Name a sex symbol living or dead whose bedroom skills you would not mind testing out?  Diana Rigg was a very big sex symbol to me, before she died.  I think if I could have gone back in time and gotten her to whip me... yes, please, I would do that.

How will you please your Master?

 I'm not primarily a brat, in the BDSM sense, but every now and then I get the urge to be a bit...  naughty.

The other morning Master took me upstairs with the intention of having his way with me.  He got me naked and then stood close looking down at me.  

"How will you please your Master?" he said, looking all serious.  I noticed how cold my hands were and how warm his tummy was right in front of them.  I put my cold, cold hands on his warm, warm stomach and said (I still can't believe it!) "I can make your stomach nice and cold".  I thought it was hilarious, but he had me bend over and stay like that while he went to get the misery stick.

He gave me one really hard whack with it, which was enough to make me rethink my answer when he asked me the same question again.  This time I said "I could suck your cock, Master".

He had me get on my knees and do that while he continued to hit my shoulders and ass with the stick, but none of them were as hard as that first extremely painful blow. 

Share a Blog

Happy Femdom Blog 

 I just wanted to share this story because I ran across it and it made me think of all the variety of people out there and how they get into D/s relationships.  This one is about a happy Muslim D/s couple who met through an arranged marriage.  She's the dom and he's the sub. This is their story. 

101 Ways this Year Sucks

 My Master crashed his car yesterday on an icy highway.  He was lucky to walk away unhurt, but the car is totaled.  The almost paid off car.   A really nice man gave him a ride home, which I'm sure was really out of his way.  I was trying to drive down there, but after two cars went off the road right in front of me, I turned around and went home.   What a day, yikes. 

No Shave November is Cancelled

 That is all.
Bring on the sharpened metal.

TMIT: Ratings

 

 

 

Tell us what you think, are the following overrated or underrated? 

Why?  

1. Birkin bags 

I had to look them up, and it seems to be a brand of handbag. I'd say pretty much all designer handbags are overrated.  

 2. iPhone

I'm not sure. I hear a lot of people complain about them, but I've never had one, so I don't know if they are better or worse than the competition.

3. Writing a book and self-publishing

Underrated as a challenging activity.  I congratulate anyone that has finished one of these, especially if it is any good. 

4. Scruffy, short beards

These are rated exactly as they should be.

5. Hoodies  

Hoodies are underrated as a stereotypical garment of the social outcast. They are super comfortable and everyone should have one.  Or maybe I am the outcast.

6. HIIT workouts  

Waaaaay overrated. Not that I have tried it, but it sounds uncomfortable.  

7. Boxer briefs  

I have no dislike for them, but really no like either. It's all about who's wearing them.  I guess I'm going for very slightly overrated. 

 Bonus: Avocado toast. Overrated or underrated

Sooo over rated. I don't like avocados on anything.  Toast is ok.

Very Wrong Thoughts

 I know we all have thoughts that seem Very Wrong Indeed.

I heard in the news about Sean Connery before he died and his unapologetic support of abusing women and I thought "Wow, he's a dick, and he seemed so nice in that one Indiana Jones movie".

But then my second thought was  "I'd pay good money to get slapped by Sean Connery".

TMI Tuesday

 

1. Do you post sexy pics of yourself on your blog? Why?

Yes, sometimes I do, if I have any new ones.  I would post them because my Master likes me to do so.

2. Have you ever had sex when you suspected security cameras might be present but the passion was too hot to stop or care about being caught on video?

Hmm, I don't think so.

3. Have you ever had sex knowing full well you were being filmed or pics were being taken?

Does being at a kink event count? If it does, then yes.  If not, then no.

4. When it comes to sex, to which do you most relate–being an exhibitionist or a voyeur?

I think probably voyeur.  I do kind of like watching others play or have sex, but only if they know I'm watching. I'm not interesting in being a sneaky watcher.  

5. Have you ever sneakily or overtly filmed or taken pics of others having sex? What did you do with the evidence?

No.

Bonus: Hot or not–having sex in front of people?

Yes I have done it, definitely hot. 

A Good Beginning

 When I woke up this morning I was getting my robe on, and my socks, and taking off my night collar when Master got up and enticed me back to bed.  I did get to go pee first.

He began with his fingers, rubbing and then fucking me with them, then he pushed in between my legs and fucked me till I came.  He flipped me over and came inside me. 

It was a very happy start to the day!  

No Shave November

 Master has declared  it No Shave November again, with a twist.  His twisted twist this year is that I can shave everything except my armpits. I know he did this just because it would irk me the most.  Sigh. 

 

 

TMI Tuesday

 1. Favorite form of adult pajamas: Kimono, soft pant, romper or Winnie-the-pooh style?

I love a kimono. The closest I have is a silk robe, but instead I wear my plush robe for warmth.  But only when wandering around the house, not to sleep. I don't wear pjs to sleep.

2. What time do you wake-up in the morning?

Somewhere between 5 and 5:30, because I can't sleep, not because I'm going anywhere most days.

3. Your favorite chore to do is _____ .

Feeding the sheep.  It's peaceful most days.

4. Least favorite chore to do is _____ . Why?

Cleaning the stove. It is hard, it sucks and it never gets really clean.

5. Tell us about a home-cooked meal that you cannot forget.

Biscuits and sausages that I made for me and Master this morning. 

Bonus: Is tired the new norm?

I don't know. Maybe that's just stress.

Need a Little Bell

 I usually wake up a couple hours before my Master on weekends, and I come downstairs to drink coffee and surf the internet.  When he comes down he usually wants tea and breakfast, but some mornings, like today, he just wants to drag me back into bed for sex.   

Today he told me he was just lying in bed debating what to do for a  time.  Masturbate?   Hope that I would sense his need from across the house?  Get up and come find me?  Yelling isn't an option since it would wake the kid.  Lucky for me, he chose coming to find me (my favorite).

I told him he needs a little bell ala Downtown Abbey so he could summon me without having to leave his bed.  

That would be kinda hot, right? 

TMI Tuesday: Eclairs!

 1. Name a food or drink you could never live without. 

Water. 

2. Name a food or drink that you think should never have graced this Earth.

Black pudding. I mean, why? Are we vampires? 

3. If you had to choose between licking chocolate from your partner’s genitals or taking tequila shots from their navel, which would you choose and why?

I really hate tequila, so I'm definitely going for chocolate. I think I've done that, actually.

4. If you had to choose between having to eat one Brussels sprout every day or never having coffee again, which would you choose? Of course elaborate.

I am one of those weirdos who likes Brussels sprouts, so bring them on!

5. Give us the recipe or at least the name of your favourite cocktail.

White Russian:  vodka, Kahlua, cream.  Yum.

Bonus: Tell us about your current food fantasy, sexual or otherwise.

My (current) favorite fantasy is receiving a beating and then sex.  The food one involves some creme patisserie. And eclairs. And coffee.

Power of Prayer

 What happens if you pray and you get an answer?  

But you don't like the answer.  

I heard this poem today

 

Quarantine

by Eavan Boland - 1944-2020

In the worst hour of the worst season
    of the worst year of a whole people
a man set out from the workhouse with his wife.
He was walking—they were both walking—north.

She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up.
     He lifted her and put her on his back.
He walked like that west and west and north.
Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived.

In the morning they were both found dead.
    Of cold. Of hunger. Of the toxins of a whole history.
But her feet were held against his breastbone.
The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.

Let no love poem ever come to this threshold.
     There is no place here for the inexact
praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body.
There is only time for this merciless inventory:

Their death together in the winter of 1847.
      Also what they suffered. How they lived.
And what there is between a man and woman.
And in which darkness it can best be proved.

Excited Today

 I got to have a (socially distanced) coffee with a friend who until this morning I had only talked to on Fetlife or the phone. She happened to be passing through my state and we made plans to meet at an outdoor veranda coffee shop.  We had a really good talk that only lasted about an hour before they headed off to the next destination.  I'm just pleased as could be though that it happened.  

Also, my Master was feeling pretty good yesterday and today so I got a badly needed spanking (my ass still hurts) and fucking yesterday and we went for a really sweet walk in the woods this afternoon.  I'm all about celebrating those things today.  Also, I have chocolate, so that doesn't hurt. 

Nature Meditation

 I have been doing this every day, and I can't even tell you how much it helps me. 

Breathing is necessary.  We breath all day without thinking about it.  But once a day I go out into a park or other place with trees and I concentrate on breathing in some of that strength and goodness and breathing out some of my worry and anxiety.  

Each time I don't know what I'm going to be breathing in, so I just let it happen and I label it as I feel it.  

Sometimes it is the strength of the stones.  Or the power of a river. Or the sweetness of flowers.  Or the strength and flexibility of the trees.  Some times the overwhelming power and enormity of the universe. Each time it is a little bit different.  

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This is a painting of a feather on a rock.

I went to the store for groceries and found enlightenment

 Sitting beside a small waterfall on a huge pile of rocks on my way to get groceries, I had a realization today. I am a bug crawling across a huge ball. My problems are bug problems. They are no more or less important than the problems of ant trying to drag home a seed or the problems of a frog trying to find a bug to eat.  Someday I will die, like the frog on the pavement who hopped his last hop some time ago.  Every one I know or don't know will die. Some sooner and some later, but does it make a difference to the universe, the earth?  It does.  The secret of life is that it ends. And that is ok.  It's more than ok, it's necessary and right.   Without the deaths of trillions of organisms we would not be standing here today.   The future, life itself, depends on death.  

It's all bug problems.  

playlist

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwBjF_VVFvE  March March

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbfgxznPmZM  Traveling Soldier

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LFML_pxlY The Boxer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFpaHMqz0nM  Not Ready to Make Nice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8u8tASPtwg Fire and Rain

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8A9Y1Dq_cQ Seven Spanish Angels

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M66U_DuMCS8 Whatever It Takes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4  Disturbed version of Sounds of Silence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-Ooxpz0Eqk&ab_channel=IsraelKamakawiwo%27ole-Topic Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Israel version

Great Minds Think Alike

 We were driving home yesterday when he started talking about going over to a friend's house.   A nudist friend.  He said he wanted to bring hummus, and if I'm lucky he'd rub it on my nipples and lick it off.  

I laughed, and he said "What?" 

"I wonder if you could stick olives on my nipples with the glue of the hummus to hold it on?" I wondered.

He looked astounded "That's exactly what I was thinking", he said. 

Letter To Future Self

 We have another meeting with our therapist tomorrow, and the homework assignment (yes, we get homework!) was to write a letter to my future self.  About anything, I guess.  This was really, really hard for me to make myself do, since I'm really not about facing the future right now. I don't want to think about the future, I don't want it to get here, I don't want to know or talk to my future self.  I prefer to just say with my current self. 

I finally just started writing whatever came into my head, and filled my (half page) letter with all my hopes.  So I hope that is ok.   

TMI Tuesday

 1. Would you help pay for your own engagement ring?

I'm already married, but if I was doing it over again, no I wouldn't.  I think of an engagement ring as a gift, so the other person should buy it. It would not matter to me if it was an inexpensive one or no ring at all.

2. Were you ever afraid to masturbate?

Sure, if I thought people were watching or could hear me, I've been afraid to do it.  It's more about being unsure of privacy than the act itself, though. 

3. These days what gives you most comfort?

Hugs from my Master.  

4. What is distinct about you?

I'm odd in my own special ways.  

Bonus: What in the past week has given you immense joy?

That is not an emotion I have felt in the past week.  Things that have given me some joy:  sex, apple pie, hugs.    

More TMI Tuesday:   https://tmituesdayblog.wordpress.com/2020/09/08/tmi-tuesday-september-8-2020/

TMI Tuesday

1. Fill in the blank.  If _____ were bigger, I would like it.

The printing in this book I'm reading.  Even with my new glasses (multifocals) I struggle to read tiny words for a long period of time.

2. Fill in the blank.  Oh baby that feels good. Will you _____ my _____ ?

Rub my hands.  They are sore and it feels so good.

3. If you could have a week of the best sex ever in human history but you had to have a fish head as your head for the rest of your life, after that week, would you do it? (This question was previously submitted by a TMI Tuesday blogger)

Nope. I've already had the great sex and didn't have to suffer through any fish heads to do it. 

4. What part of your body do you consider the most unusual that you enjoy being stimulated?

I think I'm terribly normal for a kinky masochist in this regard.  But perhaps my upper arm when they do the blood pressure cuff at the doctor? It makes me feel like I'm in tight restraint and I kind of like it.

5. What is the most desperate thing you have done for sex?

I don't know, I don't think I do anything that outlandishly desperate for sex?  Maybe lying on the floor with my legs spread?

Bonus:  If it were legal in your country/community to visit a “sex box” would you?

I don't know what that is, but I'm going to say no anyway. 

Good Times

 Chemotherapy is wiping my Master out some weeks, but then on his week off of it we manage to have some fun times together.

The other morning I went out with him to open the gate as he left for work, as I do almost every day.  He usually has me flip open my robe and flash him at the same time, and I did that, but then he wanted to see the lower half too, which is not an all the time occurrence.  He asked me if I was getting wet. I nodded "Yes, Master".

He grabbed the front of my robe and pulled me closer to the car window. "Now I want to to squat and pee right there". I glanced nervously at the road, which is only most screened from view by woods.  Then I did what he commanded, right in the grass beside the driveway, as he continued to call me filthy names. 
Then he headed off to work and I went inside to clean myself up.

The next night, which was Monday if I remember right, he tied me up and flogged me, then fucked me and it was really wonderful. 

I am super nervous now, in writing this blog.  We have been seeing a therapist together and somehow (Master!) the topic of my blog came up, and then she wanted to read it.  We sent her the link, which was blocked first by her spam filter and then by her VPN.  So I'm kind of hoping that she doesn't actually read it.

What do you think, other kinky bloggers out there? Do you give your therapist your blog address? Is this a bad idea?

 

Religion, Can't Lose What You Don't Have

 1. How important is religion in your life?

I don't have a religion, so I guess none.  I do believe in God though, and I do pray, which is important. I just don't feel like I belong to any religion; it's more personal than that.

2. How often do you use pornography?

Lately, not at all.   Previously, maybe once a day?  Although I am on Fetlife all day I don't feel like I'm using porn for any purpose, although I do see it.  It's more like the background ads, kind of there but not noticed.

3. Do you feel your religion restricts sexual behavior?

Nope.

4. Is your participation in sex, of any kind, tempered because of your own religious beliefs?

Nope.

5. Can you be kinky and practice religion?

 Yes, I know tons of kinky Christians and a few kinky people of other various major and minor religions.  I mean, look at Jerry Falwell Jr.   The only shameful part is to do one thing while preaching to others that it is wrong.

Bonus: Are you aspiring to anything?

Sanity. 

The Dinner Bell

 On farms they used to always have a bell that signals to all the hands and family that they should come in from the fields for dinner.  My Grandma in Oklahoma had a bell like this.  We also have a bell hanging on our porch. 

I was just out in the garden weeding and picking beans tonight while Master was making Mac and cheese for dinner when I heard the bell ring. I looked up and there was my oldest kid ringing the bell, and I was immediately back in time when my Grandma would ring the bell to get all of us kids to stop playing outside and come in for supper. Or dinner.  At that time and place dinner was a big meal at noon and supper was a sandwich at night.  Both could have cake.  My Grandma baked a lot, and so did my Grandpa, so the sandwiches would always be on bread that he had made. 

I was transported back to the moment my mom told me she was adopting the dinner bell idea for our house because it was always so hard to get people to the table in a timely manner.  We always wanted to finish our game first, or something.  Honestly, it's hard to imagine NOT wanting dinner now, but as a kid other things seemed more important.   We didn't have a big metal bell at home, but somewhere my mom or dad found a large gong, about 12-18 inches across, and a wooden spoon.  So every night at dinner the dinner gong would ring and we'd all coming running because it was too difficult to resist the call of the gong.  There was just some so outlandishly fun about it.  After a while it began to seem totally normal, but by then we'd been well trained to jump up and run to the table at the sound of the dinner gong.

Anyway, I don't think this story is going anywhere, but it was a pleasant stroll being taken back in time as I strolled up to the house with my beans for dinner time tonight. 

Innuendo

 This morning my Master was kissing me goodbye when I noticed a shirt button was undone. I told him and he said that button was always coming loose.  I said "Maybe it needs a tighter hole.  You could take a little stitch in it,"   with a very naughty look up at him

That was all the encouragement he needed to give me a lot more than a goodbye kiss.  

One can do a lot in 10 minutes.

Oh fuck.

I have been dreading writing this, but it's going to hang over my head until I tell my friends here.  Master already told our family and some friends.  Last month, on June 16, he went in for a routine test and the doctor found cancer.  Many tests later, and after much agonized waiting on results, we learned that this isn't the kind of cancer where you get surgery and chemo and radiation and you're ok for a good long time, possibly. 

No, this is the bad kind.  The time to make your will kind.  The kind where your second oncologist says "We'll treat it aggressively and think outside the box."  Oh fuck. 

 It's impossible to believe this is happening some days, and other days I'm simply being crushed under the weight of sadness and fears. 

TMI Tuesday

1. Money or Fame? Why?
Money is more useful, fame is more annoying in that you can't go anywhere without people watching or talking to you.

2. Fish or Chicken?
Chicken.  I don't really like fish much at all.

3. Sleeping at night–too warm or too cold?
Neither one is good for sleeping, but I'd pick cold because it's easier to pile on more blankets than to sleep with an icepack (although I've done that latter one too).

4. Beard or Moustache? Why?

Beard.  I think only a moustache looks a bit bad on most people. 

5. Cars–classic or modern?
For driving- modern.
For looking at- some of the classic cars.  

Going to an old car show and looking inside some of these is a real treat, with the detailing they had.

6. Which holds more beauty–smile or eyes?
For me, it's the eyes.

7. Soothing the soul–hiking or shopping?
I don't really like shopping, but hiking really does soothe me.

Our First Masked Date

It started out as not a play date at all but a bike ride. We went 12 miles, which is a pretty big ride for me, especially on my groin area which had already been pounded in several ways early that morning.  Then it turned into tea and biscuits (hard to eat with masks though).   We were sitting there at the dining table and talk turned to the new floggers he'd bought, so of course they must be tried out!  They are beautiful, long black ones with purple leather subtle highlights braided in.  


Then Master said I needed to take off shirt, and then the rest of my clothes had to follow.  We moved to the bedroom and I bent over, kneeling on the bench at the end of the bed, my chest resting in a pile of pillows, still wearing my mask, which kept slipping upwards making an effective blindfold as well as covering my mouth. 


They started with the floggers, and then of course several canes and leather straps.   Eventually it was the turn of the great rubber kosh, to beat my pussy and for insertion.  At that point one was caning my clit area and the other fucking me with the kosh-dildo, making me come in a delightful spasm. 


The inner thigh caning was less delightful and more ow fuck that hurts!   Once my whole body was done it was time for cock sucking and then rest.


But not much rest!  My Master took me home and fucked me again almost right away!  My cunt was so sore that it was a delicious agony with every thrust.  I do love that. 

TMI Tuesday

 I'm awake and I don't want to be. My worries and anxiety are high. Every part of my body hurts. Those things are probably related. 

1. Should we be worried about sex robots?
https://www.sciencefocus.com/future-technology/should-we-be-worried-about-sex-robots-kate-devlin/

I am not worried about sex robots. 

2. A humanoid (a life-like robot) that looks like your biggest crush, and acts exactly the way you hoped your crush would act has been created. This humanoid initiates sex, with you. Would you have sex with the humanoid?

Please no, so creepy. 

3. What’s your typical sleep attire?

Naked in the summer.

4. What is the most cringe-worthy thing you have experienced in the bedroom?

Probably farting accidentally.   You just giggle and move on though. Bodies, what can you do?

5. Are you satisfied with the amount of after-sex affection (e.g., spooning, cuddling, intimate conversation) you receive? yes or no . If no, how could it be better?

Yes, we get some good cuddles.  Occasionally conversation, but not always.  Mostly I'm too out of it to be good at the talking at that time.

Bonus: What is your most useless skill?


Flipping my tongue over.  No, it's not good for blowjobs.

It's All About

Slave

Why is the one word such a big deal?  Why so much importance and emotional impact, and consequences?  

We have attached a lot to one short word, slave, and there has been a lot of soul searching for me in the past few weeks thinking about what I want and don't want.  After writing the previous post, and weighing my fears versus what I want, and what my Master wants, I decided that those fears didn't justify throwing off the label "slave".  If I feel unappreciated and unfulfilled, things can possibly be changed that were making me feel that way.  More appreciation, more help with household things, more of the good sexy fun stuff I enjoy and not having to see sex as an unwelcome "You must do this" chore.  If that happens, being a slave doesn't have to suck.  It doesn't have to be a stupid choice.  However, there are two things in my mind.  1. This is how a slave acts.  2. This is how a free person acts.   Being a combination of those things?  Very confusing for me.  Being halfway between, how do I function without rules? I have in theory thrown off all the rules, and we are starting from scratch.   But what if I still feel submissive?  What if I still feel I am a slave even if I said I'm not?  I guess I'll go back to saying I am, but still with an asterisk "slave*".  

The State of the World and the State of Our Relationship (TW)

This is somewhat too much. 

When the world is frightening, I feel like grabbing a little safety for myself by imposing hard limits.  There is too much real fear.


When the world and people in it seem out of control and deliberately trying to endanger the country, I feel like grabbing back some personal control for myself.  There is too much real chaos.


When there are so many restrictions on things I can't do any more, imposed by the larger society, I feel like I need the freedom to choose when to wash the sheets and how much toilet paper I can use.   There is too much real outside restriction.


Most frightening of all, I fear most for my Master's health. He's working with many people every day with inadequate protection measures.  He's got several health risk factors for worse outcomes from covid.  Our state is not even close to the peak of where this disease is going, and we've opened it up again (thanks, Supreme Court assholes) and people are acting like the plague is over.   The fear is like a hard ball in my stomach that never goes away.  If I lost him, I don't see how I could go on.   The worst is feeling like I need to take back some real autonomy. 

Not In A Hurry

Neither of us are in a hurry to redefine or come up with new terms for our relationship.  We talked a bit yesterday, and we're going with we are us for now, no terms or labels.  Now, normally and eventually I am a label person, but it seems to make more sense and discover what we are doing first, and then label it later rather than try to label now and then become that. 

Kiss Me Like You Own Me

Kiss me hard, push me against the wall, softly, firmly, tenderly. 
Bite my lips until it hurts so much I want to push away, but I won't because I'm being sucked into your whirl of desire. Pull my head back with your hand in my hair, forcing my face upward and kiss me like it is all the air we need to breathe.  Grip the base of my neck in your hand, above the collarbone and take my mouth with yours like you own it.  Pull away and look into my eyes, to see me looking back at you with the wild, panting, open mouth desire you have created.  Kiss me like you own me because you do own me.

TMI Tuesday

1. How replaceable are you?

Not at all.

2. Does jealously have value in driving humans to improve themselves or is it a purely negative emotion?

I don't think of it as positive or negative.  I think you can make it negative by how you handle it.  I have a very deep aversion to using jealousy to try to "improve" someone though, it just really squicks me out and I think it would lead to the more negative sides of jealousy.

3. A section of your life’s memories needs to be erased, which era will you elect to have erased? a. childhood memories – age 3 to 12 b. teen and young adult years – age 13 to 23 c. adult – age 24 to 35

That would definitely be 3-12.

4. With no laws or rules to influence your behavior, how do you think you would behave?

Well, isn't that a pertinent question this week?  It turns out the answer is "about the same".  

5. Does anonymity encourage people to misbehave or does it reveal how people would choose to act all the time if they could?

You don't have to face the social consequences of bad behavior if you are anonymous.   

Bonus: In the time of coronavirus pandemic, what are you rocking–homemade face covering or manufactured mask?

I have two masks that my Master made for me.  I alternate wearing them.

What Do I Want To Be?

I still want to be his sexually submissive wench/slut/bitch.   Grabbing my hair, pinning me down, taking me, spanking, tying me, these are what is hot to me, what gets me turned on. The slave label is still up in the air.  I just don't know if I can do total slavery anymore. Although I am still calling him Master and he's still calling me slavegirl.  I don't know if that is bad or good.  It feels ok for me though. 

Living Without Rules

I'm trying to take one day at a time, and not to get to wound up in my head about this change in status.  However, that is a complete joke, or, not a joke, but what do you call something that is completely futile?  I will call it futile.

Of course I'm completely wound up in my own head.  I have tried talking to other people to help sort my head out, but each of them has had such a vastly different reaction, I don't even know what the right response is. It just makes me more mixed up.  To basically the name news, some people acted liked someone died or that they would never see me again, and others like I should be having a happy freedom party. These are my friends, who I assume know me, not random strangers.

As I go through my normal day, I run into regular things that used to be rules, that now I guess are not, and each time I have to decide "Well, is this a good habit to keep? Should I just keep doing it this way? Is it helpful for me or someone else? Or should I just do what I want? Do I even know what I want?"  And that is how it goes most of the day. 

So far I have got:
Floss my teeth- yes, good habit.
Get the mail- probably, good habit.
Pick up dog poop- sure, someone has to, but maybe not every day.
Make the bed- it looks better made and takes 5 minutes, so, sure.
Ask before masturbating- hmmm, do I even want to masturbate? I do not know. Anyway, I haven't in a quite a while.
Ask before donating money to a charity- undecided.  
Laundry- yes, this is needed.
Wash the dishes- maybe. Sometimes. 
Don't get arrested in Las Vegas- this seems like good life advice for any one, any time.  Especially when we can't travel.

Not a slave anymore

Still deeply in love with my husband/Master, I'm doing pretty well.  Feels weird and free?

Webinars

Something that really helped me chill out is getting in on some BDSM discussion groups with people I kinda, sorta know.  All these clubs and events are shut down, so people are figuring out how to put their educational resources on line in the form of webinars.  It's almost like talking to other people, but not exactly.  At least I can listen and be inspired. 

If you are on Fetlife, you can find some of the events here:  https://fetlife.com/groups/613.  You don't have to be a member of GD2 to attend the webinars. 

Mood

My moods this week have ranged from grumpy to crabby to angry to resentful.  I want to do better.

Theme for the week

My Master gives the best commands sometimes.  Lately he's been bringing home cake mix and commanding me to bake.  Yes Sir Master!  

Graphic by Hyperbole and a Half. 

 

Ow

My inner innards hurt.  I think they have gotten pounded pretty well the past few days.  Takes a licking and keeps on ticking, though, like a certain watch used to say.

Playful Lockup

Having a little fun

https://www.scummybears.com/collections/masks-1/products/scummy-cares-bratty-bear-face-mask

I just saw this.  It's a medical face mask. 

Tuesday TMI

1. As the world deals with covid-19, are you masturbating more?


No, I have lost all my desire to masturbate.  Unless my Master starts things up with me, I don't feel like sex at all most of the time. I guess it's the anxiety? 

2. With stay-at-home orders and lock-downs, are you able to have more kinky fun at home?

Kinky fun at home is about the same amount as it was before. My Master is still working the same hours.

3. Do you think you are watching more porn since you are home more?


I haven't watched any porn at all.

4. Fill in the blank. “I am so sick of _____ .”

Being scared.

5. If this is your first time having an outside job with which you are now working from home, do you think you are more productive now versus when you were at the office?


My "job" is in the home and also taking care of my sheep, so that is the same as ever.  With lambing and spring, the farm takes up a lot of my time, so I'm super productive that way. Not making money, but keeping busy.  Some dog trial people have invented a way to do virtual trials where we set up courses at home and then video tape ourselves and post them. That has been entertaining and fun and keeps my mind actively trying to work out (non-critical) problems.

Easter

Happy Easter on lockdown!

 

Mean Mean Master

My Master was mean, mean, mean today.  He told me I needed to serve him, until he was satisfied, but I wasn't supposed to like it or get any enjoyment at all.  I wasn't in the sexy mood at all, but I did my utmost to serve him and make him happy anyway.  Until he started fucking me, then there may have been a teeny bit of enjoyment.  But not much, just the sheer joy of being of use to him.  There may or may not have been a puddle (of tears) under where he let me sit on the vibrator as I knelt on the floor and sucked his cock.

Chainsaw Noises

Yesterday my Master knew I really needed some butt whackins.  I kept thinking it hurts too much, but it really wasn't that bad, I've just gone soft.   Also, he thought I should wear my butt plug while he fucked me.  That was amazing and delicious and I had some excellent orgasms.  However, when we were all done he said I had to roll over and make chainsaw noises as he tugged on the butt plug, then start up as he gave it a good yank free.  

What else could I do?  I rolled over. 

"Rmm, rmm," I said softly. 

Then "RMM RMM," as he tugged a little more firmly. 

By the time he pulled it out I was rmmm'ing and laughing so much I barely noticed the plug coming free.  


He told me my chainsaw noises need work. 

Lovely Day.

I went to the store to look for toilet paper, but came home instead with my favorite wine. I got two. It was on sale.   My kids are on their 1,298th (approximate) hour of Diablo 3. 

Oh, and I got lamb poop on my hand trying to clean up the bathroom where the 2 day old lamb was living.

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Plague Times

Most of our social gathering type things have been cancelled, and the store is out of toilet paper, and the kids are off school, but otherwise I'm trying to remind myself that things are still fairly normal.  My lambs have started being born, so I'll be busy with that.  


DON'T PANIC

in large friendly letters. 

The Struggle of Orgasms

I haven't been having as many orgasms as before, so Master told me I'd been having tooo many (Master-logic?) and forbade me from masturbating (or fucking) at all for four days.   Not that I'd been masturbating at all, anyway, before that.   

Then after the four days were up he told me he was going to fuck me and I was going to get one orgasm, maybe, if I was really good about teasing and edging him a lot, getting him close to orgasm many times and stretching out his pleasure for a long time.  If I did really well using my mouth, cunt, or other body parts, then I could have an orgasm.  Later.  Much later.  However, if I made him come too soon, there would be nothing else for me, no fingers or vibrator or anything.  And I better not come before he commanded it.

I got really worked up myself while I was working him over.  All the times I got close when he normally would have given me the command, he didn't.  I was edging myself as well as him.  I found myself trying to think of unsexy things to avoid an orgasm too early, such as baseball.   But then the baseball players in my mind turned into a huge bat swinging orgy. With spanking. Baseball bat spanking.  Baseball is really sexy if you are in the right sort of mood.    

Finally he decided I'd done well enough that he made me come twice.  Then he came twice too, so I know I was doing it right.  

My Story

This was the fantasy story I was writing for Master while he was gone:

Way, way back in time, in a land not so far from here, lived you and me in our younger selves.  I had a huge crush on you and you had invited me out on a date for ice cream at Baskin Robbins.  I wore a thin white shirt and deliberately left the bra off.  I also wore my black mini skirt.  I was hoping to flash you at some point. 

We were eating our ice cream and you were trying not to stare too hard at my breasts, when a great dollop of vanilla ice cream leaped off my cone and landed right on my chest.  You wetted your napkin and tried to help me wash it off, immediately noticing how the wiping made my whole breast jiggle.  I noticed too, and began to blush and giggle, but I didn't want you to stop.  

 We walked back to your house, and no one was home.  Except the alarm cat.  We went down in the basement and you said you wanted to take off all my clothes so you could see me naked. I felt shy but also excited.  I hoped you weren't going to take advantage of me.  But then I kind of hoped you would a little bit.  You pulled my shirt off and fondled my tits.  Then you started to pull up my skirt and I got nervous and ran behind the bench.  Instead of following me, you sat down on the green bench and invited me to come sit on your lap, which I did.  I straddled you so my cunt was brushing up against your cock, which was very hard.

I wiggled a little bit, enjoying the sensations, and then began sliding my skirt up a little at a time until I was completely exposed.  It was thrilling but scary!  I was almost about to decide I'd had enough and should leave, but you saw the look of flight in my eyes, and pinned my wrists behind my back.  I never realized being trapped could be instead of frighting, actually calming.  My cunt began to feel the need of being filled and I wiggled more purposefully onto your lap.  

Your jeans were unzipped now and I just kind of slid onto your cock.  Everything was getting soaked now, your jeans, the chair, the floor- it was more than I'd every thought possible.  I slid easily down, and then up again when it got to tight and painful.  Then down a bit more, rocking until I felt like you were going to burst inside me.   Suddenly, you pushed me off your lap and onto my knees on the floor.  I was shocked.  What? No!  But you gave your cock only a couple strokes and it was coming on my face.  This was humiliating and really quite disgusting, but I loved the feeling anyway.  I hoped there would be a lot more of it in my future... as your little slave-slut. 

Good Saturday

Friday night I had a dream that I was being held captive in a room and tortured mentally and physically.  I distinctly remember some razor blades being involved. 

Of course, I woke up horny.

I didn't even start anything or say anything, but my Master seemed to realize what I was in the mood for, or else he was in the mood for the same thing.  He rolled me around roughly, slapped me, gagged me, and just generally made delightfully violent love to me.  

It was only a couple hours later when he got me upstairs again and fucked me as I was on all fours on the floor.  Then he came in my mouth. 

After that we went to an SCA event, where I wore my Dolores dress, even though it's a bit too late to be the right period, but it was what I had.  I couldn't just run around in my chemise, although I did wear that underneath, as well as a crinoline (petticoat??). 

It was a really great day.

The True Story, written by Master DM

Now I'll write the true story behind this.

DM wiped more sweat from his eyes, and scanned the tree line for ksst. She had wandered off for a few minutes to use the bathroom, and must have run into something interesting. Missouri in August was just too hot. At least his feet were cool, he thought, as he dangled them in the small stream.

Through the heat and haze, DM watched Ronnie approach. She was a tall, shapely, attractive blonde. To ward off today's heat, she was wearing very little.

"Will you sunscreen me again?" she asked, proffering the bottle of tepid sunscreen.

As DM began rubbing sunscreen on her back and shoulders, she asked, "Do you want to walk up stream and find a pool where we can get naked?"

"I just walked half a mile up and down this stream, and there is no good pool," I replied.

"Still, Ronnie cooed, maybe we could walk up stream a little and find a good place to get naked."

Returning the sunscreen, I replied, "I walked half a mile up and down this stream, and there is no good place to get naked." 

Whispering breathily in my ear, Ronnie tried one last time, " But maybe if we walked a little ways up this stream we could find a nice place out of sight to get naked."

"For the last time, I just walked half a mile up and down this stream. There is no good pool or place for us to get naked." I stated.

Chagrined, Ronnie thanked me for sunscreening her and walked away. She was already turning pink. A few minutes later, ksst returned.

Ten years later, it occurred to me that Ronnie may have been making a pass at me.

Version 2 of Master's fantasy

 This is the second version: 

Ksst wiped the sweat from her eyes and swore lightly under her breath. Missouri in August was just too hot. She was excited, too, though as her friend Ronnie and DM had disappeared a little way down the stream. Ronnie said she knew of a pool where they could cool off. She and DM had been joking about skinny dipping, and ksst was ready to get out of her sweaty clothes. Especially her underwear, which was wet, and not in a good way. Dipping her sandaled foot in the cool stream, she hoped she would find them soon. They had all been flirting earlier together, so ksst was excited to continue the conversation.  Ksst also was secretly eager to see Ronnie in a swim suit, or possibly naked. Ronnie was tall, with long hair, long legs, and breasts DM had described as luscious on more than one occasion. Ksst has also heard a rumor that Ronnie had shaved her pussy, and wanted to see if that were true. DM had been asking ksst to shave, and she was decidedly dubious. It sounded stubbly and itchy.  Ksst's pace increase as she walked up the stream; she hoped she would find them soon. Walking another dozen meters, ksst heard Ronnie's high throaty giggle, some wet sounds, and another giggle. Then she heard DM's lower voice make a pleased 'hmmm.' noise. Ksst's face brightened, as she walked even faster, heart beating. She pushed through some bushes, and there they were, standing naked in a pool. Ronnie's back was to ksst, and DM was applying sun screen to it. Apparently, it was cold, as every time DM applied a handful, Ronnie giggled. Or maybe she was just wiggling and giggling for effect. Either way, it was certainly fetching. Ronnie looked extremely pert and luscious standing naked in the water. ksst could just imagine her 'accidentally' rubbing her tight ass across DMs hot loins, or maybe hers.

Ksst stepped into the clearing and called, "Room for one more?" Ronnie and DM both turned, and ksst could tell by their smiles that they were expecting her. Ksst also noted Ronnie's flush and DM's partial erection that this was going to be exciting. DM called "Hello!" and waved her over brightly. On the other hand, looked much less pleased, her large chest heaving, her pert pink nipples hard and bobbing, but she also smiled brightly. Time for fun, ksst thought, and took off all her clothes. She hadn't been wearing much already, so it didn't take long. Giving Ronnie a lingering, smoldering, look, ksst noted that she was indeed shaved as she sashayed over to DM, and gave him a big hug and lingering kiss, then said, "Will you sunscreen me, too? and be sure to get my breasts. I don't want them to burn." DM smiled a wicked smile, and squirted a thick stream of white lotion onto Ksst's breasts. She shrieked and giggled as the cold lotion hit her hot skin. DM shrugged. "The cooler was the easiest place to keep it," he said glancing over at the partially opened cooler.

While DM applied sunscreen to ksst's entire body, ksst watched Ronnie. It was clear DM had not applied sunscreen to her front or her back below the waist. Ksst offered to help with them then shimmied and yelped as another stream of cold sunscreen hit her tummy. Ronnie smiled back and replied that she had enough of the cold sunscreen.  DM's back was to Ronnie, and as he applied sunscreen to ksst's thighs, ksst considered her. She was taller than ksst, with long light blonde hair. Her breasts were firm, with large nipples, her waist was trim, but ksst thought her ass was nicer than Ronnie's. Ronnie kept up a stream of light flirty talk with her as DM finished applying the icy sunscreen. It made ksst's nipples as erect as Ronnie's.

All three played in the pool, laughing and splashing until DM discovered a sandy spot and began building a sand castle. Ksst and Ronnie continued to laugh and splash for a few more minutes, then came over and sat in the shade, watching DM work. Ksst watched Ronnie walk over and practically hang her tits in DMs face while admiring the castle, but was gratified to see how little attention DM paid to her. Apparently miffed, Ronnie turned, wiggled her ass at him then wandered back into the shade, with DM followed shortly after. 

Sitting in the shade, talking and laughing, ksst couldn't help noticing Ronnie's quivering chest, or how frequently her legs were wide open. Her cunt was completely shaved, with just a landing strip of pubic hair, and ksst frowned thinking how she had refused when DM had asked her to shave her cunt. She pulled him closer, and wrapped her arm tightly around him. His arm curled around her waist, and his fingers brushed her curly cunt hairs. Then he stood up, announcing he had to wander off for a minute. As he stood, his head dipped towards Ronnie, and Ronnie gave her cunt a light slap. Not to be outdone, Ksst slapped her furry cunt, too. DM reddened and stiffened, then turned and walked off.

Ronnie grinned at Ksst. "Do you think he's going to jack off? Maybe we should go watch. Maybe we should offer to help!" Ksst grinned back."I don't think so, but I bet we will have fun tonight." Then she shyly turned her head away and said, "How did you do that? Shave, I mean. Is it nice? I thought it would be itchy and stubbly, but yours looks nice." Feel it," Ronnie replied, taking Ksst's hand and running it up and down her lips. "I can teach you how to do this. You just need the right tools. We can get together later, and you can surprise DM." Then they jumped apart as they heard DM returning. "Either he is really fast or he didn't." Ronnie laughed. "We have him pretty worked up, but he isn't usually that fast!" ksst smiled back. 

"What are you two giggling about?" DM asked as he sat, but Ksst and Ronnie just giggled a little more and said nothing.

Ronnie stood up and said, "Almost time to go!" but instead of walking to her clothes, walked around to ksst and started stroking kssts hair. Turning her head slightly, ksst looked full into Ronnie's crotch. Small drops of water and grains of sand glistened in her scant pubic hair. Ksst was surprised to see how swollen Ronnie's lips looked, and how her clitoris poked out between them. Ksst even thought she smelled a deep musky scent.  "Before we go, though," Ronnie laughed lightly, "I think I should admit I really want to suck DM's cock. He wants to suck my nipples, and ksst wants to eat my pussy, so I think there is something here for everyone." She then gently turned ksst's head into her waiting cunt. Ksst took a deep breath, and began to kiss it gently on the outside, like she remembered enjoying when DM ate her pussy. She ran her tongue over the swollen lips, and inhaled Ronnie's musky scent. DM stood up and kissed Ronnie deeply, gently fondling her left breast as he did. Ksst broke off in consernation. "We don't have any condoms here," Ronnie replied, "So unfortunately fucking is out. Let's get a little more comfortable." Ronnie lay back on a blanket and spread her legs. Ksst began eating her again. DM started to move up to Ronnie, but she motioned him back to play with ksst. Ksst hardly noticed his hands on her breasts or the way he pinched her nipples, but rubbed and bucked against DM's fingers in her cunt. Moaning, ksst licked Ronnie even more enthusiastically. Ronnie giggled and moaned, and moved her hand to ksst's head, guiding her with her hair to the most sensitive spots. Ksst was moaning and bucking against DMs fingers, when he suddenly entered her. Ronnie started coming, and ksst started coming, and all she could think was, "What if DM doesn't get his blow job? He'll be so sad!" Fortunately, DM pulled out before coming. 

Ronnie then pushed him on his back on the towel, and motioned ksst over. The two of them started passing DM's cock back and forth. As ksst sucked it, Ronnie told her how good she was, how she loved the way ksst ate pussy, and how good ksst's pussy tasted on DM's cock. "Now I'm going to let him suck on my titties. You keep him good and hard with your mouth, but don't let him come," Ronnie announced, straddling DM, and dangling her tits in DM's face. Ksst could hear sucking noises and DM's low moans, and she sucked DM's hard cock. It was so close to Ronnie's cunt. Ksst lay between DM's legs, sucking his cock, and staring into Ronnie's dripping cunt. It was too difficult to finger Ronnie and Suck DM at the same time, so ksst concentrated on DM, only occasionally kissing Ronnie. Ronnie finally turned around, planted her cunt in DM's face, whispered, "My turn," and began working DM's cock while staring into ksst's eyes. Every 4 or 5 strokes, she would come off with a big pop, give ksst a kiss, and push her head down on DM's throbbing organ. ksst mostly ignored DMs muffled moans of pleasure. Suddenly, he moaned and grunted, and ksst watched DM's throbbing cock pump into Ronnie's hungry mouth. As DM came, ksst watched Ronnie come again. DM's cum dribbled out of her mouth onto her tits as she moaned. Ronnie reached out, grabbed the back of ksst's head, pulled ksst to her, and kissed her deeply. ksst savored the taste of Ronnie's mouth and cunt mixed with her man's cum. Then all 3 collapsed in a heap.

Version One

My Master wrote a (much longer than the one I wrote) fantasy for me while he was gone.  He asked me to post two versions here for some reader feedback.  This is the first version, and I'll put the second in another post:


Ksst wiped the sweat from her eyes and swore lightly under her breath. Missouri in August was just too hot. She was excited, too, though as her friend Ronnie and DM had disappeared a little way down the stream. Ronnie said she knew of a pool where they could cool off. She and DM had been joking about skinny dipping, and ksst was ready to get out of her sweaty clothes. Especially her underwear, which was wet, and not in a good way. Dipping her sandaled foot in the cool stream, she hoped she would find them soon. They had all been flirting earlier together, so ksst was excited to continue the conversation.  Ksst also was secretly eager to see Ronnie in a swim suit, or possibly naked. Ronnie was tall, with long hair, long legs, and breasts DM had described as luscious on more than one occasion. Ksst has also heard a rumor that Ronnie had shaved her pussy, and wanted to see if that were true. DM had been asking ksst to shave, and she was decidedly dubious. It sounded stubbly and itchy.  Ksst's pace increase as she walked up the stream; she hoped she would find them soon. Walking another dozen meters, ksst heard Ronnie's high throaty giggle, some wet sounds, and another giggle. Then she heard DM's lower voice make a pleased 'hmmm.' noise. Ksst's face brightened, as she walked even faster, heart beating. She pushed through some bushes, and there they were, standing naked in a pool. Ronnie's back was to ksst, and DM was applying sun screen to it. Apparently, it was cold, as every time DM applied a handful, Ronnie giggled. Or maybe she was just wiggling and giggling for effect. Either way, it was certainly fetching. Ronnie looked extremely pert and luscious standing naked in the water. ksst could just imagine her 'accidentally' rubbing her tight ass across DMs hot loins, or maybe hers.

Ksst stepped into the clearing and called, "Room for one more?" Ronnie and DM both turned, and ksst could tell by their smiles that they were expecting her. Ksst also noted Ronnie's flush and DM's partial erection that this was going to be exciting. DM called "Hello!" and waved her over brightly. Ronnie also looked pleased, her large chest heaving, her pert pink nipples hard and bobbing, and she  smiled brightly. Time for fun, ksst thought, and took off all her clothes. She hadn't been wearing much already, so it didn't take long. Giving Ronnie a lingering, smoldering, look, ksst noted that she was indeed shaved as she sashayed over to DM, and gave him a big hug and lingering kiss, then said, "Will you sunscreen me, too? and be sure to get my breasts. I don't want them to burn." DM smiled a wicked smile, and squirted a thick stream of white lotion onto Ksst's breasts. She shrieked and giggled as the cold lotion hit her hot skin. DM shrugged. "The cooler was the easiest place to keep it," he said glancing over at the partially opened cooler.

While DM applied sunscreen to ksst's entire body, ksst watched Ronnie. It was clear DM had not applied sunscreen to her front or her back below the waist. Ksst offered to help with them then shimmied and yelped as another stream of cold sunscreen hit her tummy. Ronnie smiled back and replied that she had enough of the cold sunscreen.  DM's back was to Ronnie, and as he applied sunscreen to ksst's thighs, ksst considered her. She was taller than ksst, with long light blonde hair. Her breasts were firm, with large nipples, her waist was trim, but ksst thought her ass was nicer than Ronnie's. Ronnie kept up a stream of light flirty talk with her as DM finished applying the icy sunscreen. It made ksst's nipples as erect as Ronnie's.

All three played in the pool, laughing and splashing until DM discovered a sandy spot and began building a sand castle. Ksst and Ronnie continued to laugh and splash for a few more minutes, then came over and sat in the shade, watching DM work. Ksst watched Ronnie walk over and practically hang her tits in DMs face while admiring the castle, but was gratified to see how little attention DM paid to her. Apparently miffed, Ronnie turned, wiggled her ass at him then wandered back into the shade, with DM followed shortly after. 

Sitting in the shade, talking and laughing, ksst couldn't help noticing Ronnie's quivering chest, or how frequently her legs were wide open. Her cunt was completely shaved, with just a landing strip of pubic hair, and ksst frowned thinking how she had refused when DM had asked her to shave her cunt. She pulled him closer, and wrapped her arm tightly around him. His arm curled around her waist, and his fingers brushed her curly cunt hairs. Then he stood up, announcing he had to wander off for a minute. As he stood, his head dipped towards Ronnie, and Ronnie gave her cunt a light slap. Not to be outdone, Ksst slapped her furry cunt, too. DM reddened and stiffened, then turned and walked off.

Ronnie grinned at Ksst. "Do you think he's going to jack off? Maybe we should go watch. Maybe we should offer to help!" Ksst grinned back."I don't think so, but I bet we will have fun tonight." Then she shyly turned her head away and said, "How did you do that? Shave, I mean. Is it nice? I thought it would be itchy and stubbly, but yours looks nice." Feel it," Ronnie replied, taking Ksst's hand and running it up and down her lips. "I can teach you how to do this. You just need the right tools. We can get together later, and you can surprise DM." Then they jumped apart as they heard DM returning. "Either he is really fast or he didn't." Ronnie laughed. "We have him pretty worked up, but he isn't usually that fast!" ksst smiled back. 

"What are you two giggling about?" DM asked as he sat, but Ksst and Ronnie just giggled a little more and said nothing.

Ronnie stood up and said, "Almost time to go!" but instead of walking to her clothes, walked around to ksst and started stroking kssts hair. Turning her head slightly, ksst looked full into Ronnie's crotch. Small drops of water and grains of sand glistened in her scant pubic hair. Ksst was surprised to see how swollen Ronnie's lips looked, and how her clitoris poked out between them. Ksst even thought she smelled a deep musky scent.  "Before we go, though," Ronnie laughed lightly, "I think I should admit I really want to suck DM's cock. He wants to suck my nipples, and ksst wants to eat my pussy, so I think there is something here for everyone." She then gently turned ksst's head into her waiting cunt. Ksst took a deep breath, and began to kiss it gently on the outside, like she remembered enjoying when DM ate her pussy. She ran her tongue over the swollen lips, and inhaled Ronnie's musky scent. DM stood up and kissed Ronnie deeply, gently fondling her left breast as he did. Ksst broke off in consernation. "We don't have any condoms here," Ronnie replied, "So unfortunately fucking is out. Let's get a little more comfortable." Ronnie lay back on a blanket and spread her legs. Ksst began eating her again. DM started to move up to Ronnie, but she motioned him back to play with ksst. Ksst hardly noticed his hands on her breasts or the way he pinched her nipples, but rubbed and bucked against DM's fingers in her cunt. Moaning, ksst licked Ronnie even more enthusiastically. Ronnie giggled and moaned, and moved her hand to ksst's head, guiding her with her hair to the most sensitive spots. Ksst was moaning and bucking against DMs fingers, when he suddenly entered her. Ronnie started coming, and ksst started coming, and all she could think was, "What if DM doesn't get his blow job? He'll be so sad!" Fortunately, DM pulled out before coming. 

Ronnie then pushed him on his back on the towel, and motioned ksst over. The two of them started passing DM's cock back and forth. As ksst sucked it, Ronnie told her how good she was, how she loved the way ksst ate pussy, and how good ksst's pussy tasted on DM's cock. "Now I'm going to let him suck on my titties. You keep him good and hard with your mouth, but don't let him come," Ronnie announced, straddling DM, and dangling her tits in DM's face. Ksst could hear sucking noises and DM's low moans, and she sucked DM's hard cock. It was so close to Ronnie's cunt. Ksst lay between DM's legs, sucking his cock, and staring into Ronnie's dripping cunt. It was too difficult to finger Ronnie and Suck DM at the same time, so ksst concentrated on DM, only occasionally kissing Ronnie. Ronnie finally turned around, planted her cunt in DM's face, whispered, "My turn," and began working DM's cock while staring into ksst's eyes. Every 4 or 5 strokes, she would come off with a big pop, give ksst a kiss, and push her head down on DM's throbbing organ. ksst mostly ignored DMs muffled moans of pleasure. Suddenly, he moaned and grunted, and ksst watched DM's throbbing cock pump into Ronnie's hungry mouth. As DM came, ksst watched Ronnie come again. DM's cum dribbled out of her mouth onto her tits as she moaned. Ronnie reached out, grabbed the back of ksst's head, pulled ksst to her, and kissed her deeply. ksst savored the taste of Ronnie's mouth and cunt mixed with her man's cum. Then all 3 collapsed in a heap.

Long Day!

So, last year I was  nominated and accepted to be a poll worker/election official for my town.  I knew it would be a long day, but I didn't suspect it would be so hard to get there.  I had to be there at 6:30, and I woke up at 3:30 worried about getting there on time. 

It had snowed 4-5 inches that night, and was still snowing and blowing.  I started shoveling, but I wore out after a while.  Our driveway is REALLY long.  I went to feed the sheep, and then let all the dogs out.  Around 5 I woke up the kid and asked him to help me shovel.  We shoveled until almost 6 and it was mostly done, then I sent him to get ready for school.  I had to take him to a friend's house that we had arranged to give him a ride there.   The road to the polling place hadn't even been plowed at all, so that was 6 or so miles of very nervous driving, but my van made it without sliding or getting stuck.  

The wind has blown more snow over everything, so I'll be shoveling again today.

I'm trying not to think of my Master being in Las Vegas with the palm trees and cocktails and whatnot. 


I learned a lot about election stuff yesterday, and also all the neighborhood gossip. 

TMI Tuesday

1. To spice things up in the bedroom, how adventurous are you willing to be? (select one)
a. I have never role-played before and will need a lot of instruction.
b. I have tested the waters, but never acted out anything scripted.
c. I have got my feet wet and want more!
d. Dive in head first – nothing is too deep.

I'm going to say D.  Serious weird stuff.  :) See below for more.

2. What scenario peaks your interest most? Why?
a. Romantic and sensual
b. Playful and fun
c. Kinky! I want it all.

Guess I will take all three at once. 

3. Which of these is closest to your ideal setting for a fantasy?
a. A brothel
b. A dungeon
c. A bedroom
d. A prison cell

Wow, they make this hard because they all sound good.  I do have a prison fantasy involving "watersports"...

4. Which of the following toys would be prominently featured in your fantasy? (select one)
a. Feathers and whipped cream
b. Handcuffs, panty hose, and a necktie
c. Whips and chains
d. Ice cubes and a cold beer



Let's see... no feathers (yikes), no whipped cream, definitely no ice cubes or beer. I'm not sure what to do with the panty hose and necktie, and handcuffs aren't nearly as nice as leather cuffs.
It's got to be c.

5. It is time to take your sexy self to fantasy island, which fantasy will you bring to life to rock your lover’s world?

I'm currently writing a fantasy about the first time he ever saw me naked.  I'm sending it to him in installments.  It's mostly made up but has bits of realness.

a. The Sassy Sexy Jersey Whore
Gaudy, Flashy, Showy…totally Jersey!

b. Kinky Cook
It’s all about the spice! Heating things up in the kitchen.

c. Naughty Maid
Your feather duster will tickle more than just the dust on the shelves.

d. Doctor Love
Saving lives and breaking hearts but not before you administer a head-to-toe physical examination.

e. Frisky Fireman
A hose so long you can put out several of the hottest fires and leave a smoldering heap as proof of a job well done.

Of these choices, I think naughty maid would be the most fun.  Every time I watch Downton Abby I imagine the maids are going to get spankings.  "Oh, I say! Look at this dust! Bend over, you tart"

Bonus: Tell us about your craziest or wildest role-playing adventure.

There was one time I had to be two different people at the same time, both the jilted wife and the cheating whore stealing the husband away.  That was trippy and bizarre.