I am hosting m'Lordand Kasiefor Thanksgiving today. They arrive at about noon. I cannot wait!
Last night, anticipating their visit made me incredibly horny. As I prepared some of the dishes for today, I pulled a cucumber from the bag. I could not resist. I snapped just a few photos.
I took this one first:
By the time I took this next one, I had gotten close to orgasm, as you can tell by how jittery it is:
I rested a while and then, now nude, went back to preparing various recipies. I did wash the cucmber before slicing it up for salad. It inspired a number of attempted artistic shots. This is the only one I liked:
I'll tell guests what I did with the cucumber before I included it in their meal. It will, I know, only make them appreciate it more!
Alone and horny is such a cliché, but I have no better way to describe how I feel today.
This is the first weekend I have spent alone in several months. Between M'Lord, Casey, Rose, Anna, or some combination of those four, or Greta, I have been with lovers every weekend as far back as I can remember. It just did not work with everyone's schedules to get together with any of them this weekend.
That seemed fine. I thought it would give me a chance to catch up on some things. Instead, I have spent almost the whole weeknd masturbating, with naps in between. I actually get more personal stuff done when I have one or more of my lovers visiting me! I don't think it is being alone itself that has me so horny. I think it is some sort of emotional comensation for missing my lovers.
Not that spending a weekend this way has been so bad. There are parts of masturbation that are better than sex. I just wish I had been more productive. Oh well, other than that, it just cost me in batteries.
I hope everyone reading this had an equally delightful weekend!
My Lord is away this weekend, so I claimed Anna for myself.
After Mass this morning, we stopped for brunch. We took some selfies to send to m`Lord. In this one I hold the fry at a particularily familiar angle to suggest what else we might have eaten if he could have joined us.
On the way home, we had to stop by the drug store. I noticed they had a PINK Hitachi wand on the shelf. I knew we had to have it. I used it first on Anna.
Later, we shared it.
In between, Anna treated me like I've trained her to do.
Sometimes, during lovemaking, there are those perfect moments when you share your feelings with your lover heart, mind, and soul. I had one of those when Anna looked at me like this.
That look in her eyes not only illuminated my inner being with love, it gave me a body shaking orgasm.
If you follow this blog, then you know I belong to a polyamorous family with Augustus, Kasie and Rose. You also know that I have another lover, Greta, who is a lesbian and thus not interested in any relationship including Augustus or any other man. In the past, these two worlds have been very seperate for me. They combined at the edges this past weekend.
Since becoming our lover, Rose has anually come up for Milwaukee's Germanfest, spending the weekend with Augustus. This past weekend, however, Augustus and Kasie were up in Door County for some seminar to which Augustus was invited to speak. I already had plans to host Greta at my place, but then I had an idea. I asked Greta if it would be okay if I came to her place in Milwaukee for the weekend and invite Rose to stay with us. She readily agreed.
Rose took the Hiawatha up from Chicago and Greta and I picked her up at the station downtown. I had told her to dress for dinner out. She arrived in a black dress quite similar to the one Greta wore, which made for this interesting photo later that evening.
Obviously --- and this made me so happy --- they really hit it off! Enough so, in fact, that after a pleasant night out, we went back to Greta's condo for passionate lovemaking almost until dawn.
We got to Germanfest a little after twelve o'clock the next day, and spent the whole afternoon enjoying all it had to offer. We hadn't had enough sleep, of course, and decided after a delicious German dinner by the lake to head back to Greta's condo. Despite our exhaustion, my beautiful young lovers wanted to make love as soon as we got there. I had my phone handy, but not my camera, which I had left in Greta's car. Thus, I did not get many good photos. Here is my favorie:
I especially love what they are doing with their hands in this photo. There are some additional photos like this, along with some of Rose making love to Greta and me, posted in this gallery.
I'm not sure what result might arise from mingling my two worlds of lovers like this. It led to a wonderful weekend. To what more it might lead remains to be seen.
I receive a lot of correspondence here. I try to answer each message individually. Sometimes, after a question gets repeated often enough, I decide to blog about it because I assume many others who haven’t written me wonder the same thing.
Two lovely ladies who have become some of my favorite correspondents recently inquired if I ever had a problem “out on the street” because I show my face in my profile here. I had given this considerable thought when m`Lord first proposed we set up accounts at sites like this, ultimately settling here. I have never before fully articulated my reasoning in this regard. I look at it this way:
1. There are > 7,000,000,000 people on this planet. I’ve had < 19,000 profile views. The odds of running into anyone of those viewers are rather slim.
2. If people who know me were to come across this profile, they would then have to openly admit they look at sites like this, that would shut up most anyone who might cause me problems.
3. All that being said, I’m an exhibitionist by nature. Even that slim chance that one of my students or colleagues might see me (and maybe get turned on by it) is an incredible turn on to me. That makes this worth the slight risk. In fact, that risk makes it all the more of a turn on!
I encourage everyone to follow this reasoning and dare to show your faces. Even if #3 does not apply to you, showing your face declares your pride in the lifestyle you celebrate here. You will find it exhilarating and liberating.
Speaking of lifestyles, in the same correspondence, the two ladies mentioned above made reference to what I had written in an earlier blog post about my relationship with my sister Kasie:
Kasie and I were always close growing up. I’m eleven months older, but we were in the same grade all through school, so we grew up like twins. Making physical love feels like a natural extension and manifestation of the intense emotional love we feel for each other.
Focusing on that last sentence, they raised this point: “Who would have thought that at a porn site we would find such stimulating minds, such words of wisdom, such word to live by?”
Despite its rhetorical nature, I answered their question thus:
History shows that the brightest minds also tend to have more unconventional lifestyles. They see through and past social conventions and live the lives that make sense to them. All of my lovers are quite smart, and I believe I am as well. We simply live the lives we choose.
If you have read to this point in this post, you probably share in that level of intelligence. From that, I again urge you to take pride and celebrate your lifestyle. You may have to hide it “out on the street” for practical purposes, but you should display it to its fullest here, as do I.
Anyone kind enough to have read my blogs and reviewed my galleries knows I have a relationship with a lovely model named Greta. She has on a few occasions permitted me to post photographs I’ve taken of her here. The gallery Greta by Me 1 is a series of artistic shots in black and white and sepia featuring her beautiful breasts. Greta by Me 2 includes no nudity, but in my opinion is far more erotic. I just posted Greta by Me 3.
The first five photos of this new gallery are posed glamor shots. Here is my favorite:
Then, unique for galleries of Greta, she allowed me to include a series of shots I took while we made love later this afternoon. She allowed this in part, I think, because she likes the galleries I have posted of my lovemaking with Kasie and Rose. The main reason I wanted to post these especially is because I caught something in these photos I wanted to share with readers of this blog, so Greta let me.
All my lovers comment on how much my hips move during sex, especially just before and as I orgasm. Without realizing it at the time, I recorded today aspects of this, such as how Greta employed her hands to try to hold me relatively still so she could provide effective cunnilingus.
Then, I caught a photo as my hips lifted from the mattress just before I started to orgasm.
Not surprisingly, I did not manage to get shots during orgasm. I’m just lucky that I did not break the camera. I hope you enjoyed this little insight into my sex life as much as I have sharing it.
Kasie is visiting me on this miraculously warm and wonderful weekend. It’s just the two of us, a situation I wish would occur more often. She’s sleeping now. I’m proud to say, even though I’m almost a year older, I wore her out.
After she fell asleep, I felt restless, so I logged on here. Coincidently, I had a message waiting from someone here asking: “How did you two develop your sisterly intimacies?” I receive this question a lot. I usually answer it privately. I’m in the mood to answer it here this time.
Back in college (in the early 1980s, I’m loath to admit), Kasie, her dorm roommate, my boyfriend, and I went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show together in costume. Kasie dressed as Janet, my boyfriend as Brad, Kasie’s roommate as Magenta, and I as Columbia. Afterward, we went back to Kasie’s dorm room and listened to the movie’s soundtrack. When it got to the song "Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me," we started acting it out and, one thing leading to another, we ended up in a foursome. That was the first time Kasie and I made love. We have continued to do so whenever the opportunity arose afterward, just the two of us or with others, literally to this very day.
Kasie and I were always close growing up. I’m eleven months older, but we were in the same grade all through school, so we grew up like twins. Making physical love feels like a natural extension and manifestation of the intense emotional love we feel for each other.
I have received many requests for more photos of my feet. I find it hard to come up with creative things to do to make such photographs interesting. With Valentine's Day just around the corner, I found inspiration.
I hosted Rose this weekend. We had a great time, although I'll admit we spent a disproportionate amount of it in bed. We also played with my new camera. I really like this photograph I took of Rose:
She took this photograph of me as I lit a candle:
There is some ethereal quality of this photo that I really like!
You can find more artsy, then some fun, photos of Rose and me in my new gallery.
I've started a new favorites folder, I originally wanted to call it "ImageFap Women with Whom I Want to Make Love," but that was too many characters. So, I named it: "Some to Whom I Want to Make Love."
So far there is only one photo in it. This is because Shishix is my current infatuation. I'm sure I'll add more, bothold crushes and new, as time goes by.
I think that, because of the nature of the photos that tend to get posted at this site, many people have the misimpression that the relationship involving Augustus, Kasie, Rose, and myself is primarily, perhaps even exclusively, about sex. Nothing could be further from the truth. We primarily share comfortable companionship, fascinating friendship, and true and lasting love.
Take, for instance, this holiday season. I've been here visiting Augustus and Kasie since Tuesday last week, December 23. We have made love many times, of course, but that is not how we have spent the majority of our time.
On Christmas Eve, we made a late turkey dinner, then went to Midnight Mass at the church Kasie and I attended growing up. I'll confess that we lingered late in bed on Christmas Day, but then, starting last Friday, we undertook a major redecorating project at Augustus's house. We helped him repaint a guest room, then helped him pick out new bedding, window treatments, and ceiling fan for the room. We even helped him replace the old ceiling fan with the one we'd chosen. That was interesting and sweaty work!
We then turned to the main upstairs bathroom. A former lover of Augustus had decorated it for him at least a decade ago in a Carribean theme. That was cute, but had become timeworn.
As it is the bathroom we women primarily use when visiting, we decided we would decorate it to our tastes. It is now a medium purple with deep green accents in a subtle floral theme. That all turned out to be a bigger job than we imagined, as it required some unanticipated repair work on part of the ceiling, We also again practiced our household electrical skills by swapping in a new light fixture. It took us until Tuesday to get it all done.
Rose got here early yesterday. She and Kasie made a unbelievably scrumptious standing rib roast for supper last night, then we settled in for a relaxed evening playing Bridge with Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve on in the background. At midnight, we popped Champagne and exchanged kisses all around. Then we ate pickled herring, an old tradition in both Augustus's and Rose's families.
Now, on New Year's Day, we're all together watching football, specifically, the Badgers against Auburn. All of us except Rose grew up in Wisconsin. Augustus and I are Madison alumni. Go BADGERS!
Put simply, our days are the same as anyone's, regardless of what sort of relationship they enjoy. We do make love, of course, but most of our time is spent doing other, often mundane, things. The only difference might be that our activities, sexual or otherwise, are even more fulfilling because we share comfortable companionship, fascinating friendship, and true and lasting love with more than just one other person.
I was doing some research on a completely unrelated subject when I came across this term: "sororal polygyny."
Given my lifestyle, you would think I'd have come across this before. The Encyclopædia Britannica article on the matter begins:
Sororal polygyny, in which the cowives are sisters, is often the preferred form because sisters are thought to be more mutually supportive and less argumentative than nonsiblings. A typical rule for sororal polygyny is that the eldest girl in a family marries first and that as they come of age her younger sisters join her as cowives....
I like the bit about the "typical rule" favoring the older sister. That's the way it worked with Kasie, Augustus, and me. I guess our relationship is not that unusual after all!
Jimmyfiddle was kind enough to do a tribute to me. You can see it here. I must admit that I'm very flattered!
I'm at this site, after all, in part to satisfy exhibitionist yearnings. Knowing that I'm affecting people this way helps do that. It is such a turn on!
Home alone for the second weekend in a row, I had gotten so horny this afternoon I couldn't think straight. I was already on this site, which gave me the idea to photograph myself touching myself. The thought of that really hit home with my exhibitionist urges.
I'm afraid it didn't turn out. By the time I had taken about a half-dozen pictures, I was so excited I set down the camera and finished without that distraction. I did, however, post the few pictures I managed to shoot.
Maybe I should try again sometime when I'm not so horny to begin with.
Oddly for someone who participates here, I do not like most photos that show my body. They say the camera adds ten pounds. On me, I always think it looks more like twenty!
My Lord Augustus took me to Door County Last weekend and took this picture:
What the wind and water did to my hair aside, I think I look pretty good for someone soon to turn 52 years old!!!
I wrote this story at the suggestion of the male half of Like2Lick.
I hope you all enjoy it!
Taking 9 for the Big 10
I couldn’t believe it.
The Badgers had lost the game.
And I had lost the bet.
“Don’t even think of welshing,” my cousin Rob chuckled as he leered at me across the tavern table.
Not that I would. Robert and I had been rivals our whole life, being second cousins attending the same catholic grade and high schools. He’d just edged me out for the Most Outstanding Student Award when we finished eighth grade at Blessed Virgin Academy, but he’d been Salutatorian to my Valedictorian when we graduated from Sacred Heart High School. We ended up going to different colleges, though. I stayed instate, studying Business at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Rob wanted to become an architect, and Madison doesn’t have an Architecture program. So he ended up going to the University of Kentucky.
Ironically, after he graduated, Rob got a job with a firm in Milwaukee, where I had just moved to attend law school at Marquette. At heart though, I’ll always be a Badger, while Rob had become pure Wildcat. So, when Wisconsin and Kentucky came to face each other in the Final Four, we inevitably got together to watch the game.
The tavern to which he’d invited me was much like so many others that occupy a large percentage of Milwaukee’s street corners. Deep and narrow, with a tin ceiling, a massive oak bar with an antique mirror behind it on one side, and a line of tall booths on the other, it had an open area in the back with about a dozen tables and a huge flat screen TV. We’d sat back there to watch the game.
Originally, we’d bet a hundred bucks on the game. At halftime it appeared Wisconsin had everything under control, and I started talking about how I’d spend my winnings.
“You’re awfully confident,” Rob said. “Shall we double the bet?”
“You’re on,” I replied instantly, then an idea came to mind. I still felt an intense rivalry with my cousin, and liked the idea of humiliating him once and for all. I could tell from the greetings he’d received when we walked in that he was a regular at this bar. I smiled deviously as I continued. “And let’s make this really interesting. If the Badgers win — which they will — we come back here in a week, next Saturday that is, with you dressed in drag. I get to pick your outfit.”
His eyes darted back and forth. I could tell he was trying to weigh how his friends and acquaintances here would react to that, as opposed to the ignominy of backing down from my proposal. Then an evil glint flashed in his eyes and he grinned.
“Accepted,” he said. “But only if you agree to my terms. If Kentucky wins, then you blow me, here tonight, in front of all these people.”
I clenched my teeth to keep my jaw from dropping or from saying something stupid like “you’re kidding.” Of course he was serious. I had offered to humiliate him, he now simply replied in kind. I took a sip of my mojito to disguise my discomfort, but I couldn’t back down, having been the one to first propose raising the stakes to this level. Besides, I had every reason to expect to win the bet. Still, my voice cracked a bit when I replied. “Agreed.”
I barely remember the second half of the game. The sick shock I felt when Harrison sunk that three-point shot dominates my memory. Then the buzzer sounded without the Badgers having recovered.
Rob shouted in triumph and made his comment about welshing on the bet. Then he pushed his chair back from the table to where he could rest his head against the wall. I fear I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he just shook his head, snickered, then glanced down at his crotch. I could see his erection developing, starting to stretch the pleats in the front of his chinos.
I glanced around and saw no one looking at us. The lights were low, and everyone was watching the TV as reporters tried to get interviews among the tumultuous fans. If I did this quickly, I hoped, perhaps no one would notice.
I got up from my chair and squatted down between Rob’ parted knees. When I unzipped his pants, his organ did not emerge on its own, requiring me to slip my fingers though his fly and pull it out. I admit to being carelessly rough, and probably scratched it on the zipper with some self-satisfaction.
Then I gasped. The reason Rob’s penis had not easily come out of his pants was because it was huge. Now almost fully erect, it looked to be at least nine inches long and of corresponding width. It glowed in the bluish light of the television, a thing of beauty.
For a moment, I forgot my circumstances, and hungrily took its large, smooth head in my mouth. Obviously, I could never take anything near its full length, but this didn’t worry me. From such experience as I had, I had already realized that the tongue predominates in the best oral sex.
Nevertheless, I started by drawing him several inches into my mouth, thereby coating the entire end of his organ with my saliva. I moved my head back and forth several times, taking him a bit deeper each time, until I knew any more would gag me, then I repeated that a half dozen more times. To his credit, Rob kept his hands off my head, not forcing me to go further than I chose.
Then, leaving less than two inches of his penis inside my mouth, I started to go to work with my tongue. I began to lick the head, slowly at first, just lapping the underside, then increasing in ambit and tempo. I used not just the top of my tongue, but its sides and tip as well, to vary and intensify the sensations. Soon, my slick tongue was dancing like a dervish upon his penis head, under, above, across, and around.
I heard Rob moan slightly when I stopped suddenly because something occurred to me. The tavern had gone strangely quiet. All conversation had stopped. Only the drone of the ESPN commentators remained.
I didn’t have to look to know why the bar patrons had stopped talking. I could practically feel them watching me. I felt petrified, pinned there by their imagined gazes. I closed my eyes as tears of embarrassment started to seep from them.
Rob’s hips started to thrust slightly as he sought the stimulation I had ceased. I remembered the bet. My lips remained around his penis, but I could not move. I felt like running away, but that would simply add the disgrace of welshing on a bet with my rival to the humiliation I’d already suffered.
Then I realized that I’d already endured whatever humiliation might come from this. Somehow, that made me actually feel better. Now that I had been noticed doing what I was doing, I had no more to lose. I might as well get on with it. Uncomfortable squatting, I got on my knees, making my fellation much easier.
My tongue resumed flitting across and around his penis head. I brought my hands up to his hard shaft, and with my fingers started to spread saliva upon it, even as my tongue continued its ecstatic choreography. His hips started thrusting more forcefully. I adjusted my position such that his penis ranged from a several inches into my mouth out to where only my slightly extended tongue retained is energetic play on its head. I wrapped my fingers around the wetted shaft, just tightly enough that his increasingly emphatic movements caused my hand to stimulate its full length.
It did not take long until he cried out and arched his back. Leaving my lips fully encircling his spasming organ, I took as much of his come as I could swallow quickly but, even so, some leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I sucked until he stopped squirting.
Rob slumped back in the chair, catching his breath. I gingerly slipped his softening penis back into his slacks and carefully zippered them shut. Then I simply knelt there, hearing with shame the shocked and ardent whispers of my audience.
“My turn!” someone with a deep, drunken voice suddenly shouted from the bar.
“Don’t even think it!” Rob snarled back at him. Then he lifted me to his lap and held me protectively. The realization that I had then struck me as hard as any of the other shocks I had experienced that night. Though my rival, I had always known that I loved Rob as my cousin. Now I knew I loved him as something more.
Still unable to face the crowd around us, I lifted my face to kiss Rob’s cheek and whisper, “Take me home.”
As we have explained elsewhere, one reason we are on this site is to satisfy exhibitionist urges that our professions would make uncomfortable to risk exposing outside the relative anonymity of cyberspace. So, it is with some delight that I comply today with Augustus’s instruction to start posting and publicizing various photos he and Kasie have taken of me over the years. To comply with those instructions, I have, so far:
1. Posted a set of photos Kasie took of me in July 2012 masturbating with a cucumber.
2. Joined the club “I Touch Myself” and posted the abovementioned gallery there.
3. Added to my profile page as a “favorite” a set of photos Augustus took of me last weekend.
I have also added a set of photos I took of Kasie in June 2012 as she, while ball gagged endured multiple orgasms.
My Lord Augustus, here as “Princeps_Cyberius,” has been looking for a place from us to expand the experiences of our polyamorous family — now consisting of him, myself, my sister Kasie, and our newest member, Rose — into cyberspace. I have to confess a driving force of this is my long-repressed exhibitionist desire. Along with that, both Augustus and I are teachers, and he a born storyteller, thus we yearn to share our special and wonderful circumstances with any who are interested. The problem is that we are also all professionals for whom it might prove most uncomfortable if out bohemian lifestyle became general knowledge.
The relative anonymity of cyberspace seems the best answer for this dilemma. First we were quite happy at the late, great MyDungeonSpace.com. That is where we were blessed to meet Rose. Then it closed down. So we tried the better, if underutilized, facilities at BDSMcafe.net. Then it closed down. Most recently, we were at BDSMfriendbook. Then it closed down.
Hoping were aren’t a curse, we have arrived here. Unlike the latter two, we had advanced notice that MyDungeonSpace.com was going to close, and Augustus wisely had us archive all of our blogs from there. (He has instructed us to do the same thing here.) They tell part of the story of how our special family came to be. Here are mine:
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Profile Update
DATE: Apr 29 2012, 8:29 am / MOOD: Domme space
About Yourself
I am an artist, photographer, and educator.
I am submissive to Augustus, but Domme to most of the other men and all women who have shared my bed.
I am a lover of the written word. If You would serve me, although I may allow you online live sessions if we can time it, you would serve me primarily by written tributes, and interactive written fantasies. By "interactive" I mean that we would write fantasies together, taking turns filling in the details. If this appeals to you, then your first task is simple: Request my friendship here at MDS.
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My Turn
DATE: Jun 03 2012, 4:52 pm / MOOD: Okay
Augustus bade me and my sister Casey to join MyDungeonSpace.com to include sharing, exhibitionist-style, stories and pictures of our BDSM activities in this accepting setting. I have been Augustus's consort, on-and-off, since 1978, although we didn't first make love until 1980. Casey has been our sexual slave, on-and-off, since 1981.
Casey has already done a number of blogs about her enslavement by us. The irony is that I've always been the more adventuresome of the two of us when it came to exhibitionism, or at least sexual adventures in public places. Yet, I have found it difficult to openly display photos of my activities and comment upon them the way she has been doing. It has taken a direct command from Augustus (he is the only man whose orders I'll follow these days) to get me to actually do this.
As Casey has done, I will now display photos taken by Augustus during a recent tryst, and comment upon them:
Augustus, it seems, has honored my request of not showing photos of me bound. For now, I intend to take a dominant role in my interactions here. Pictures of me bound might undermine that.
You might think that pictures of me giving him oral sex are just as demeaning. If so, I disagree. Even when subjugating men, I use oral sex. It is an ideal instrument of control!
I'm supposed to comment on how having these photos displayed publically makes me feel. I wrote above that "I have found it difficult to openly display photos of my activities and comment upon them." It turns out that was not due to discomfort but, rather, disinterest.
Quite honestly, it neither bothers nor excites me to show the pictures above. Augustus and I have been in several group affairs over the years. I have made love to him in front of a number of different people, ranging from near strangers to my own sister. Having exhibited myself this way for real many times, knowing that some fellow free-thinkers are seeing photos of me doing it is no big deal.
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A Study in Glamour
DATE: Jun 14 2012, 11:24 am / MOOD: Pleased
I am a photographer, and have posted some of my photographs here before.
I want to thank Greta publicly for: 1. Taking an interest in my phtography, 2. Agreeing to model for me, and 3. Driving half-way across the state yesterday to come to my home to do it.
(Technically, it wasn't a "shoot," but a "study" because it was done more for my practice than to create photos for a particular use; if it had been a "shoot" I would have used better equipment, including reflectors, to get rid of some of the odd shadows, etc.)
While I used a Nikon SLR for the "official" study, a couple of my favorite photos, including the one above with her hand on her head, I took with a simple point-and-shoot:
In photography, the subject and the moment are always more important than the equipment. Greta was a great subject and gave me many exceptional moments!
I have posted 22 of the almost 100 pictures I took yesterday in my gallery. I hope you stop by to enjoy Greta's glamorous beauty!
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A Study in Contrasts
DATE: Jun 22 2012, 6:31 pm / MOOD: Satisfied
In my last blog, I described a bit of my background as a photographer, and how I ended up recently doing a photographic study using someone I met though MyDungeonSpace, Greta, as my model. After that occassion, we both agreed we wanted to do it again as soon as possible, so she again drove half-way across the state to come to my home for another shoot. It was even more wonderful than her last visit, and not entirely for reasons that have to do with photography. (For many professions, it is considered unethical for the professional to sleep with her client. I don't think that applies to photographers, at least I hope not... more about that later.)
The first set of pictures were kind of bland. We wanted to again do a series of glamor shots, but this time with Greta in a white dress. The only shot out of the whole batch I really like is this one:
It was Greta who then suggested we try some nudes or erotic photographs. I have no experience in these, but I said I'd try. I ended up with another first that night, including parts of my own body in several of the photos. Of them all, this is my favorite:
Other than the similar photos your will find in my "Greta" folder, we did no more photagraphy that evening, even though Greta ended up spending the night. You can probably guess what happened instead.
The next day's shoot went much better. Greta had brought this cute faux sailor outfit and rather than going for glamor, we just had fun. None the less, we ended up getting what is not just the sexiest photo I have ever taken, but one that just oozes glamor:
There are plenty of other great shots like this in my "Greta" folder that you might enjoy.
I honestly believe the reason this shoot turned out so well was because Greta and I had slept together the night before. It was like we could read each other's minds as we worked. Now, I have so many more reasons to look forward to our next shoot.
But of course, it begs the question...
To do my best work, will I have to make love to all my subjects from now on????
;-)
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A Study in Pain?
DATE: Jun 27 2012, 5:00 am / MOOD: Amused
I took this series of photos of Casey in Augustus's basement "dungeon" last Friday night:
She is actually not in pain, but having multiple orgasms. I always wondered about the validity of the cliche that the facial expressions of agony and ecstasy are indistinguishable. This seems to suggest it is true.
I apologize about the quality of these photos. They weren't planned, so I took them with an old point-and-shoot Augustus had down there. Also, the above series is slightly abridged. You can see the whole thing, and more of my photos in my gallery.
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A Study in Classic Beauty
DATE: Jul 23 2012, 3:30 pm / MOOD: Exhausted
Greta spent the weekend. We finally got around to some photography on Sunday afternoon. We went into town and ended up using a Neoclassical bank building as a backdrop.
In several shots I used the architectural elements to dress up the background:
Of course, we couldn't leave it entirely respectable, and it just made me love Greta more when she unbuttoned her blouse just off Main Street to allow me this shot:
If you want to see the rest of this shoot, and my earlier ones with Greta, you can find these in this folder. You can find more of my photography in my full gallery. I hope you enjoy them.
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A Study in Youth
DATE: Aug 06 2012, 1:41 pm / MOOD: Impressed
My Lord Augustus provided me with a new model for nudes this past weekend, Rosebud.
Not only is she cute in personality and countenance, but she has an unbelievable body. I decided to shoot her in black and white to emphasize her exquisite form.
A Study in Cool
DATE: Oct 28 2012, 1:45 pm / MOOD: Relaxed
I spent the last two days visiting Greta in Brookfield. With the onset of cold weather, I have to admit we spent most of the weekend in bed, but we did go into Milwaukee yesterday for some fun and photography. My favorite photo from this endeavor is this one:
I don't like to crop my photos; it feels like cheating, but I did it in this case to add to the dramatic nature of the shot. I did the same in a similar picture taken just down the block.
If you like these pictures, you can find more in this folder of my public gallery. Please let me know what you think of them. Thank you.
There are a couple more like this one in my gallery.
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A Study in Pride
DATE: Nov 18 2012, 3:07 pm / MOOD: Thankful
Augustus is my one and, as it turns out after many wasted years, my only Lord and Master.
He has instructed me to comment on a recent blog of his which includes a picture of most of my face as I lick his erect organ. Generally, we have revealed our faces here to a select few, trying to stay anonymous to all others. Augustus explains why in that blog. That being so, he wants me to blog my feeling about being "so explicitly shown" giving him oral sex.
Again, Augustus is my one and only Lord and Master. I have to say, however, that he deserves his reputation as something of an "absent minded professor." Consider this photograph, which he posted last summer:
That has been posted in one of his public galleries since July! If someone might recognize me from these photos, I think that one would have done it.
Did he post my face to embarrass me? Of course not! He simply forgot for a bit our plan not to show photos publicly from which people might recognize us. I knew this, so I never complained.
In fact, I feel nothing but pride when displayed like this in my proper place, subservient to Augustus, my one and only Lord and Master.
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A Study in Black Vinyl
DATE: Dec 09 2012, 5:15 pm / MOOD: Enthralled
After seeing Greta's exceptional costume from this past Halloween, I insisted that she model for me in it. The outcome was more wonderful than I hoped.
As seemed appropriate, we did the shoot in my basement, starting in the rec room. As she always does, Greta amazed me with how comfortable she always is in her own skin, even when it's sheathed in black vinyl.
Finally, we moved to doing some shots in front of a green screen. I was considering finding some interesting background to put behind her, but quickly decided that Greta alone is intriguing enough.
This is the only one I manipulated at all, in order to emphasize her tongue. After I shot this one, Greta got up. Retrieved the chain and, twirling it ominously, ordered me to "strip."
I have written on my profile here that "I am submissive to Augustus, but Domme to most of the other men and all women who have shared my bed" (emphasis added). To be completely honest, that should now be read "all women but Greta." The minute she ordered me to "strip," I surrendered myself to her for the next two days, right up to the moment she left here about an hour ago.
I never imagined I could submit to another woman the way I do with Augustus, but having now done so, I know I would willing do so again for Greta. What this portends for our evolving relationship remains to be seen. I think, however, it means that we will only become closer, as we determine our status vis-a-vis each other.
By the way, there are more pictures from the shoot in this folder of my gallery.
As a final note, just for the ladies, if you have never tribbed against a lover who is wearing tight vinyl clothing, you have no idea what you are missing!
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Fifty Big Ones
DATE: Dec 24 2012, 12:02 pm / MOOD: Indescribable
I turned 50 years old last Monday. It was no big deal at the time. To celebrate, I went to dinner with some friends from the college where I teach.
All the same, I really looked forward to this past Friday and traveling to Milwaukee to go out to dinner with m`Lord Augustus and my sister Casey. As I drove through the snow frosted countryside that afternoon, I looked forward to the three of us spending the weekend together at Augustus's house. That's not quite how it turned out, much to my extreme delight and pleasure.
Casey was already with Augustus when I arrived at his home. He drove us to one of my favorite Milwaukee restaurants, an old steakhouse which retains its cool decor from the early 1960s (think of Vegas when the Rat Pack reigned). Instead of heading to the maître d'hôtel's stand when we arrived, however, Augustus and Casey led me through a side door off the entrance and down a set of concrete stairs. We ended up in the restaurant's basement which it apparently rents out as a party room.
Augustus and Casey had arranged a surprise birthday party for me! The guests included many of our old friends from college and newer friends from academia. Best of all, Augustus had paid for my sister `Lita to fly up from Georgia for the party. (I'm told he'd made the same offer to my sister Cathy, who lives in Kansas City, but she could not make it.)
Of course, given the guest list, this was not any sort of BDSM party, or even a munch. Augustus and Casey, though, did find one way to honor our secret lifestyle. Fairly late, after everyone had a fair amount to drink (Augustus hired a small limousine to take anyone home who thought they shouldn't drive, which made the liquor from the open bar flow more freely), Casey produced a yardstick. She announced that everyone would take turns spanking me with it until I had fifty spanks.
I instantly became aroused, then mortified. Few things turn me on like spankings. Also, as Augustus and I have written about elsewhere, I harbor strong but necessarily repressed exhibitionist desires. I worried how I would react to this public spanking.
It turned out alright in the end (so to speak). Some people, out of embarrassment or misguided pity, scarcely touched me. Enough gave me decent whacks, however, to result in two minor climaxes and one moderate orgasm. Augustus assures me only he and Casey guessed what it was. They say that rest of the guests surely attributed my fervid expression and high-pitched groan to pain. I hope he is right.
I have had orgasms in public before, but usually in a secluded restaurant booth or a darkened airliner. This time I had a couple dozen people staring right at me! While that idea excites me, I still worry that someone else might have figured it out. I have to trust Augustus's judgement that they didn't. At least no one acted odd about it afterward.
The rest of the party was completely vanilla, so I won't bore you with the details. The remainder of the weekend, however, bears reporting. At the end of the evening, after the four of us had one last drink back at Augustus's house, Casey took `Lita home with her to Racine. I would have Augustus all to myself — or vice-versa actually — for the whole weekend.
`Lita knows nothing about our BDSM lifestyle (nor the special love Casey and I share), so Augustus waited until they left to reveal what he intended. He had me undress, then explained that with me having already received 50 spankings, he planned instead to give me 50 orgasms over the course of the weekend. He immediately then set to work, pushing me down onto the couch and giving me cunnilingus with his unsurpassed skill.
I came rather quickly. He backed off while I caught my breath, then resumed his unparalleled oral techniques. After a little while longer I had another orgasm.
Augustus immediately stood and went to the kitchen. He returned with a Sharpie permanent marker. He rolled me onto my stomach. I'm not sure what sound I made as I felt him print two hash-marks on my still tender right buttock, but it made Augustus laugh as he said: "Two down and 48 to go."
He had no trouble making his goal, even though he did not have the full 24 hours. Saturday, he released me to go spend the whole afternoon at the mall with Casey and `Lita. Sunday morning the four of us got together again for brunch. That was the hardest part of the weekend for me. By then, my privates were pretty sore, and all I could think about the then 34 hash-marks across my butt. (What would `Lita say if she saw them?) It meant I faced 16 more orgasms when Augustus and I returned to his house that afternoon. (Actually, it was only 15 there, because he fingered me to one on the way home.)
We finally got to numbers 48 through 50 this morning. We actually could have considered ourselves done a lot sooner, but Augustus insisted on counting any rapid fire multiple climaxes as a single orgasm. He insisted that I have some non-orgasmic time between each climax that counted.
Augustus is asleep now and I'm typing this on his computer. When I'm done here, I'll make him lunch, then we will part ways. He is going to spend the holiday at his brother's house. I'm driving down to see `Lita off on her flight home, then spend the next couple days with Casey to celebrate Christmas. (Our folks are on a Christmas river cruise in Europe, so the whole family is not getting together this year.)
I cannot wait to show Casey the fifty hash-marks across my butt. Augustus and I are already discussing what we will do when Casey turns 50 next year. I plan to drop just enough hints now to drive her crazy.
In closing, I want to reflect on how this weekend demonstrates what makes Augustus such a wonderful Master. The sexual component of that is self-evident and requires no further comment. Rather, I mean how he shows how much he cares in nonsexual ways. I don't even want to think what he spent on my birthday, with `Lita's airfare and the all night open bar and nonstop hors d'oeuvres. He also gave me some interesting books and some lingerie.
Even more so, it is, indeed, the thought that counts. He knew what it would mean to me to mark the start of my second half-century surrounded by friends and family; so he made it happen. That he then spent a weekend with me as the sole object of his amorous attention (which has grown increasingly rare now that Casey lives so close and we have added Rose to our retinue; not to mention the time I now devote to Greta), was simply the ideal icing on the proverbial birthday cake.
Augustus mentions now and then that many younger men here ask him for advice on how to be successful Masters. I am going to humbly suggest that he point them to this blog. They need to know it's not just the sex, nor just the romance, nor just the discipline, nor just the thoughtfulness. It is the way that Augustus combines all of these that makes him someone to whom I am so devoted.
As m`Lord Augustus and I have written about elsewhere, I harbor very strong but necessarily repressed exhibitionist desires. Thus, while a couple pictures revealing my face have slipped though the cracks here, they have all been at least somewhat distorted by the exertion of fellatio or expression of orgasm. Nonetheless, I have long wanted to put an appropriate portrait of myself on my profile page here, but we believed that made it just a bit too easy for someone to find me here who I might not want to know about this side of my life. At least the more explicit photos of me referenced above are hidden away in blogs and galleries.
Casey took a picture of me last weekend that we all think will be okay to put on my profile page here, where it has now been added.
Speaking of pictures, I spent the last few days alone with Casey, skiing up north. For my MDS friends, couple pictures from our getaway weekend are posted in the With Casey folder of the "Friends Only" section of my gallery.
I was always dominant with women. Then I met Greta, and felt for her the same need to submit as I have always felt with m`Lord Augustus. I've now taken this even further. This weekend just passed, I switched roles with our slave Rose, letting her spend the weekend as Augustus's consort while I served them as slave.
Knowing Augustus's love for me is eternal, I had no qualms lending my traditional place to Rose. It felt wondeful to simply surrender to them and for three days of bliss have no need to lead, just serve.
In recognition of all this, I'm changing my "Role" at the "MY DETAILS" section of my profile from "Dominant" to "Switch."
Just spent a wonderful two nights with m`Lord in a jacuzzi suite at the Governor's Club in Madison.
*Happy sigh*
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Art for Pleasure's Sake?
DATE: Jul 01 2013, 1:23 pm / MOOD: Nervous
As I have pointed out elsewhere, my various jobs and roles in life include photographer. For the most part, I have devoted my public gallery here to artistic photographs. Last night I posted these pictures of Rose there:
In his recent blog, my exhausted Lord called upon Casey, Rose, and me "to blog more about the" wonderful long holiday weekend we all just spent together. This is my submission.
M`Lord failed to mention at least one significant aspect of the weekend. We have an established hierarchy when we get together, with m`Lord at the top, then me second, then Casey, and Rose at the bottom. This hierarchy controls various things from sexual favors to household chores.
I have written previously about my recent explorations of submission to women. Last weekend, I asked m`Lord if I could spend some time on the bottom of the hierarchy. He allowed this on the condition that if it was to be at all, then it must be for the whole weekend. I agreed.
My "lowly" position is reflected in the photos of the weekend m`Lord has posted, which are linked from his blog, in the series of pictures of me making love to Casey and Rose from underneath. Both warrant full presentation here, not just because they are lovely photographs, but also because m`Lord expects us to use this site for exhibitionism, and these series illustrate my emerging desires to submit to more women.
I love the way the series from July 6 begins with me looking adoringly at Rose, despite my compromised position.
I did not see this at the time but, reviewing these photos after m`Lord posted them, I was pleased to recognize these physical manifestations of the pleasure Casey got from this.
I'm hoping to spend this coming weekend with them all again. I'm not sure what position I'll take in our hierarchy, but it's good to know I'm comfortable in any circumstance.
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In putting this together, I noted that the last site reduced all these to photos to a maximum of 500px. Also, forgive me for leaving the old site’s photo URLs in, but it helped me keep things straight. Beyond all that, I hope you enjoyed this and will leave a comment.
