I overthink things. This is why I enjoy losing myself is sensation so much. I've honed in on a level I get to just after my 3rd (or 4th) orgasm, when everything is liquid, smooth, hot and langrous. My thinking goes away, and so do my limits, if not my imagination. I'm warm and wet enough on a mindless sex plateau to want to keep going forever.
That's when I drift into thoughts of being so focussed on the cock between my hands and lips, that I lose track of how many have jetted cum into my eager pussy; when I wonder how intense it would be to add a blindfold and multiple fists, some female...
I took the end of the week off (ill!, honest!), and had a lot more sex.
For large parts of Friday and Saturday I was tied up in various ways, and left on my own, on some vibrators.
I was let up to stretch, eat, clean, suck some cock, then put back into bondage.
Sometimes, pornographic films assisted, beamed into my helpless eyes.
I mention this as preface to my announcement that I have achieved one of my sexual life goals:
On Friday, well-lubricated, well-fucked, well-stretched, well-relaxed, and well-horny, I felt my lovers wrist slide past my dirty whoreish asshole. The vigorous anal fisting which followed left me limp and owned.
In a haze of sexual fulfillment, I promised everything.
Anything.
I am M's toy now.
He also told me that he had weakened my thong to break, so my public sexual degradation and lack of control over my slutty body's response to anal stumulation and psychological embarrassment at this being in public was on purpose. He was pleasantly surprised how easily I've become his personal whore.
Following specific sexual instructions, particularly if a little risky, is a huge turn on for me, and I was again persuaded to overcome my better judgement and do something at work yesterday.
I have a modified maia egg-shaped butt plug which when switched on cycles thorugh various settings, and has a little smooth hook/loop at the end, that when hooked around a harness or thong stops it from going in too far.
I wore it held by a tiny patch thong, and white stockings (risky at work), under my normal business clothes (dress suit) and snuck off in the afternoon to a rarely used toilet in the base of my building, which also has a large mirror inside.
I stripped off my skirt, pulled my thong aside, and standing in front of the mirror watching myself, switched on the vibe before sliding a large, curved bulge-ended cucumber (bought earlier for that reeason) into my extremly wet pussy.
It is a very good feeling physically to be stimulated front and back at the same time. I find it even more of a turn-on because it's just greedy, sex-hungry, slutty, and brazen.
Gripping the cucumber firmly, I stood, watching myself fuck my pussy, all slutty and depraved, posing like a bimbo and telling myself over and over that I was a dirty little whore, while the vibrations rattled my eager arse.
I had to bring myself to the edge like this four times before I was allowed to come. When I was allowed to go all the way, I had to close my knees so the cucumber rubbed hard against my clit.
Having been thinking about this all day, when I came, it was hard enough to make my legs collapse, and I sat down heavily on the edge of the toilet seat.
This was too much for my flimsy micro-thong, which snapped, and with nothing holding it, the vibe slid deeper up my butt. I didn't notice at first as my hungry cunt spasms were taking all my thought away as I came.
I then realised that I not only had no way of getting it out, it was getting deeper, I couldn't switch it off, and I had no knickers. I was basically trapped in slut mode - stockings, heels, sex toy inside, turned on, wet pussy, knickerless slut.
This made me come again. even harder.
I tried to reach it, kneeling on the floor, and digging my fingers into my asshole, but it was too slippy, and I ended up pushing it in further.
I tried to squeeze it out, but just got more turned on, so I decided I'd just fuck myself blind until the batteries wore out.
The batteries didn't wear out, and were still going half and hour later when I'd ruined the cucumber, so I cleaned myself up, feigned illness, and headed home.
A ten minute walk in heels, stockings, no knickers, with an uncontrollable anal vibrator riding my colon was a very memorable experience. I had to stop halfway and pretend to look at the view from a bridge, as I came again. At this point I gave up, and called a taxi. That was also a pretty memorable ride.
I'd let M know the situation, and he was waiting for me, with a remarkably, surprisingly hard erection. Really steely. He said he could help, but that I neeed to be punished first, and probably afterwards as well.
I enjoyed being at his mercy, and sucked him with gusto. I'm not entirely sure if everything else he did was required to get the plug out, but I submitted to his instructions gladly - his theory that he needed to push the plug out internally by filling my pussy made sense at the time, as did prelubricating said pussy with his spunk. When he was trying to work the fourth into me, he slid a kind of t-bar thing up my bum and worked the vibe out.
I know he cares though, as he let me rest a little before very vigorously fucking my arse for the rest of the night.
Kind of stopped posting, but had to pass this one on.
I've been enjoyinh a bondage game over the last 6 months involving me being tied face down with my legs spread, vibrator on my clit, a number of anal beads (large), and a tens machine padded to each butt cheek. Jolts and clenches and squeezes and lots of orgasms.
Anyway I ran in a tough mudder today and when my butt got jolted with electricity on the electric eel, it gave me a very special feeling - facedown in the mud and still can't stop it - like Pavlov's dog, i respond to my training :o)
Treat time for me again. I've had an exhausting workout for a present this year.
Let me tell you first that I love the gym. I work out three times a week, sometimes more. I do spinning, zumba core, and a combined body attack/pump class. I swim, I run. I use the weight machines (on girly setting, but I use 'em). I'm pretty fit - what started as an attempt to reduce my curves is now an enjoyable passtime that gives me lots of energy ( I've also been persuaded and experienced evidence that curving in and out makes a man harder than being an ass-less stick figure)
So when I say my abdominal muscles are totally exhausted, it's not through lack of use.
I tink I came too much yesterday.
Bondage - ankles wrists and eyes covered, in assorted positions. Long, very very slow teasing warm-up. much oiling and lubricating while blindfolded. many toys used on in and over me. gentle stretching. buzzing my clit 'till I couldn't take any more, then movign to my nipples, to by ass, to by pussy, and back around again. slowly building in size, vigour and simultaneous stimulation till my brain had melted away. and then not stopping. I strongly suspect viagras taken. my favourite stockings ruined. I was a puddle, and lost count of how many times I came - think M was going for the record. being spanked while filled with vibrators was particulary orgasm-inducing.
In short, we raised the bar again this year , and it wasn't just the turkey that got well amd truly stuffed.
I've been contacted by a former partner, S , who's coming up to the City and wanted to visit, catch up, and spend some time.
I have very fond memories of our relationship, as he was kind and gentle and generous and also hung like a scotsman, and as has happened before, we only drited apart as work took us in different directions. He never did want to try anal though.
M is not possessive, and knows that I'm totally obsessive about being clean and safe, sexually - being brought up with an avalanche of aids warnings means I always use barrier protection, when not in a fully monogamous relationship.
Having become considerably kinkier over the years, I'm wondering whether to entice him into my increasingly perverted way, play it cool, or just see where things lead.
Not everyone responds well to finding out you're wearing a rubber dildo harness to dinner...
I've been at work, dressed in a knee-length business skirt suit, black stockings of course, and 3in heels - all smart, official looking, and concealing a secret.
I've had a buttplug up my ass all day - the inflatable kind with a small bulb hanging between my thighs, which means I've mostly been standing with my feet apart, so as not to squeeze it. I've unavoidably had to sit down on a lot of occasions, and each time my thighs have pumped the buttplug a bit bigger.
I lasted 'till lunchtime before I had to call M and plead to let it down before I exploded. He said I could if I went into the local sex shop and bought a large insertable vibrator on the way home. By the time I finished work, it was huge again, and it's not easy to walk with. I was hugely embarassed buying another sex toy on instruction, which was submissive, and hence a huge turnon.
When I got home, I had to take the buttplug out, switch on the vibe, and slide it into my very wet pussy, I then had my writst tied to my ankles, facedown on my bed.
M fucked my ass, long and hard. HE told me that sometimes when a woman comes very hard, a vacuum holds anything inserted inside, and you have to go to the hospital to get it out. He told me that was his plan, to get a big, buzzing vibrator stuck inside my wet cunt, and take me to the hospital in a miniskirt, obviously assfucked.
So I'm really getting off on the submissive games now - not that it did get stuck, no matter how hard I came, but oh, the thought...
I've not posted for a while, but there have been some changes in my life.
I've continued down the road of buttfuckery, enjoying increasing the girth, depth and duration both for my own pleasure, and for that of my partner. In fact I overdid this at one point, which was a bit of a setback, and stung! owch!. Still, no permanent damage and back on track.
M and I have entered into a deeper relationship, with him encouraging my submissve tendancies to blossom, while taking full advantage of the fantasy realisation this affords him.
As a case in point, I am currently blonde - I love my natural colour, and think going blonde to be more attractive is a dumb, brainless idea, not to mention a bit trashy. It was of course pointed out to me that not only could this enhance my submissive thrill from doing something because my lover demanded it, but also that being a dumb trashy slut is a fantasy of mine.
Hair is blonde, pubes are dark (which was interesting)- M fancied fucking a little miniskirted overly made-up fake blonde with no knickers, and enjoyed it so much he kept her. The whole thing made me wet a Niagra, and him hard as Viagra, to coin a rhyme. :o)
It'll last a while and then it'll be a corset, or stocks, or multiple vibrators, or something in public. Sucking him off in the corner of a nightclub was a massive thrill.
He's suggested I get tattood, but if I start that there'll be no turning back, and they would be depravedly sexual...
I think if I go that route, it'll be nipple piercing, something I've fancied for a long time, but never had yet. Still got some boundries, but having a lot of fun pushing them, and I'm looking forward to a birthday treat...
Things have continued with my training to be a little fantasy slut.
M and I are meeting more often, and he has been very pleased to find that I can now wear he largest dilator for entended periods, which means I can also take all of his cock up my ass without suffering.
He likes to start by fucking my eager pussy with the buttplug in, then I drop to my knees (always in heels and stockings, and give him a slow, wet blowjob, until he's slippery all over, then use that as lube to shove alll of himself deep up my ass.
I LOVE it!
I can't control myself - and the dirtier I get, the more he is turned on, the more vigorously I get hammered into.
He's told my his ultimate aim is for me to be tied up, bent over, orgasming repeatedly whle I deepthroat him, due to the horsecock-sized dildo sliding in and out of my ass and vibrators on my clit and nipples.
We both came a lot at this idea, and I've decided to go for it.
Off to the gym now - medium plug under my lycra ;o)
I dreamed I was either a kidnappee or a willing sex slave (you know these things blur in dreamland). Part of my training was designed to keep me very fit and healthy, but also to increase my sexual capacity (in both senses).
Imagine an exercise bike, without a saddle, linked to a computer.
Imagine the computer records every revolution of the pedals, and their speed.
Imagine my wrists are handcuffed to the handlebars, and my padlocked high heels have modfied cycle clips at the toes locking my feet to the pedals.
Imagine I am wearing a double cyber-dildo harness, also linked to the computer.
Whenever I stop pedalling, the computer starts starts a dildo thrusting inside me, and doesn't stop until it has completed the same number of thrusts as my last set of pedal revolutions - If I pedal once, it thrusts once. If I pedal 100 times, it thrusts 100 times.
If I pedal fast, it's the dildo at my pussy. If I pedal slower, it's in my ass. If I pedal really slow it's both, and if I don't start up again within a minute of the thrusts finishing, they both go, plus the electric jolts to my nipples and clit start and don't stop for five minutes, even if I do start pedalling again.
This lasts for three hours, every night.
My master likes me to dress in stockings, or a corset, or rubberwear, but always blindfolded or hooded. He decides on the timings, the cut-off points for speed, the depth, the duration, and the size of the dildos. When I'm bad they get much bigger, but generally they get progressively bigger towards the end of the week.
Because I cycle for so long, my legs and ass are in great shape. Because I'm mechanically fucked for so long, I can take very large insertions or enjoy a good gang-bang without harm. Because I'm always tired by the end of a session, I always go much slower towards the end, so by the end of Friday's session, my asshole barely closes and I'm put to bed with a buttplug.
It might seem strange, but walking in stockings always turns me on, especially if I'm in high heels - I'm not sure if its the sensual rasp of the nylon, or the way my legs and hips feel swung by elastic, or simply the knowledge that the guys checking me out would universally get hard if they glimpsed my stocking-tops.
Anyway, I had made this point to a male friend-with-benefits (I'll call M) some months back which must have stuck with him.
It was his birthday today, and, as I'd asked him some time ago what he'd like from me, he asked to meet with me in my lunch break in the botanic gardens for a little thrill. Last week he gave me a box 'to be opened this morning' and the instruction I was to wear smart but high heels and black stockings and suspenders, under my business suit.
When I opened the little box, during my morning break, it contained a little buttplug, some lube, and a map with an x on it - WEAR IT NOW, MEET ME AT 12:15.
I did, which was very distracting for the rest of my morning meeting. My performance was below par.
I had to walk very quickly to get to the meeting place in time, which had it's previously described effect, multiplied many times over by my expectations.
Point X was off the track, by a lot of dense bushes. M was waiting with a big smile, turned me round, lifted my skirt, and gently sliding out the plug, told be he was hard as a rock. I made the mistake of telling him it was his birthday, so he shouldn't restrain himself.
What is it about assfucking? I mean, I like girls enough to appreciate a rounded ass. When it's done right it is incredibly intense, and it's tight, and kinky, and slutty and all, but good grief he was like a steel bar! I've been pounded to within an inch of my life! I thought he was going to put me through a tree! Seriously, tomorrow there may be significant discomfort!. Not that that's a complaint - I literally asked for it, and I got it hard, deep and vigorous and very nearly in public. Risk is a turn on too. Just before he came he told me that women bend at the knees, but sluts bend at the waist, and I was the dirtiest slut he knew. I shoved back hard and came like a steam train, which set him off too, after which I got a kiss on the neck, the buttplug stuck back in, and a slap on my ass to send me on my way.
Let me tell you, I can't even remember the meeting I attended this afternoon, and I've been mastubating over this since I got home.
A favoured and priviledged boy-toy of mine (to wholly mis-describe our relationship) asked Santa to get me a very special something to go with my stockings this year. I am now the proud owner of a dilator harness. It came with a note saying " Time to make fantasy reality, slut!", and a set of three anal dilators.
For those of you who have not encountered the wonderful world of dilators (and recently I was amongst your number), it's a bit like a harness for a strap-on, but has nothing cluttering up the front (two thin leathery straps keep everything accessable), and a bit to connect a butt-plug to at the back, so you can wear it all day, under your office suit.
Also, as I discovered almost immediately upon opening it, you can have sex while wearing it, which is very very fun!.
It seems to work by mystically engaging some kind of nymphomaniac switch to make the wearer very horny and slutty all day. By way of example, after lunch I had to take it out and get butt-fucked to within an inch of my life, where-upon it was put back in. I was then innocently washing some dishes about half an hour later, (wearing 3inch heels, red candy-striped stockings and a silky pyjama top), when I was suddenly and very willingly bent over the suds and fucked from behind, again with it still in.
My good friend advised me that once I worked my way up to the biggest plug, Santa might return to advance my training, if I am a good enough girl.
This is problematic, because I intend to be extremely naughty this year.
Wow! I feel very popular - you know, like many people have found what I have to offer, used me, and then told their friends , who've come and used me too. I feel fulfilled by, and possibly drenched in, your attention. Don't know how many more I can take, but then, after all, it's not up to me, theres nothing I can do to stop you all.
Men, women, perverts of the worl! Show me your love ;D
Gotta start somewhere, I guess. I plan random updates whith whatever is in my head.
I embarassed myself yesterday.
Let me set the scene. I had been just about to leave work to get ready to go to the airport to fly down to a conference in England with a collegue and my boss. The Ash cloud drifts over from the west coast and closes the airport, so suddenly we're all sitting in limbo, discussing whether there are other feasible ways of travelling.
An admin person joins in, and I make my points and slightly drift away from the three-way discussion.
It's a warm afternoon, and the collegue (who I'll name G) is a guy I've long held a kind of suspicious little crush on. Partially, this is because he's blantantly a nice guy, with a warm, well-spoken slightly bassy voice, who is unattainable via having a stable relationship and not being a cheater. He's not massively tall (though taller than me is not hard), he seems reasonably fit. He's a bit scruffy, but as he's a redhead it's more of a gentle blurring than looking a mess. I have also long held an entirely private opinion that he would be a caring, selfless, adventurous and vigorous lover, despite my unconfirmed hunch he's hung like a mammoth. This hunch is a composite of him being a very scottish redhead, and his air of quiet self-confidence - like he doesn't need to shout about proving himself, because he knows whenever he looks down that he's got nothing to worry about.
I digress.
Anyway, as I mentioned, I'd said what I had to say, and the conversation was circling the same issues of train/bus/car/reschedule, and I kind of drifted off into a little daydream fantasy.
We'd decided to take a cross-country bus (for some reason), and everyone else was sitting in the front half, other than me and G. We decided to kill the hours, we'd amuse ourselves with some uncomplicated, no-strings-attached sex in the back of the bus, the risk adding a bit of excitement.
My dress dissolved somehow, and I was grabbing the handle on the back of the high seat in front of me as he kissed and licked and caressed me, my heels apart, my stocking-covered legs tingling. He rose, entering me - gently at first but then with rising passion, depth, speed, power and control, till he was really slamming me, and I'm biting my lip, writhing, trying not to attract attention.
He said, in that soft bassy voice, "Do you want to come?"
"mMMMmmmm" I said, with emphasis...
"Are you coming, Jo?" he asked again.
Then my vision switched, and I realised he'd actually asked me if I was going to join them all for a coffee to discuss things further, and I'd moaned at him.
Our eyes met, mine a little hazy. I'm pretty sure I blushed, and I'm pretty sure he realised my mistake exactly, but I covered rapidly with some gibberish and followed along, my damp knickers and sexual heat not entirely quenched by the firey embarassment of letting said collegue know, and he knew I knew, and I knew he knew I knew, y'know?
