Questions? OH, I’ve got answers.

I keep forgetting to post this–but March is question month in the sexy blogosphere..and here we are, a third of the way through it already!

Do you have a question? I answer almost anything except for details. I’m pretty open, as you might know if you’ve been here any time at all. But if you have something you want to know, ask away.

I’m going to be quiet here this weekend, busy with life. Next week I’ll be here a bit, certainly to answer questions you all post to me. You can respond in comments, or you can write me an email. Let me know if you want to NOT have me respond on the blog–else it might be a blog post.

Last weekend of winter, you pervs…thank all the gods!! Go forth and warm yourselves! You can let me know if you find a really awesome way to warm up…now there’s some good blogging fodder!

Peace, peeps.

HNT-His Collar

One new rule this year has been one that I really enjoy–it’s simple but effective in reminding me that I’m His…I must wear my collar to bed on the night when I get my weekly O (Tuesday)…

The collar is heavy, and with sections that catch in my hair and sometimes pinch at my skin–it’s awareness at a base level. Every time I wake during the night, and when I rise in the morning–I feel it, and I’m flooded with the reminder that I’m not just a vanilla wife and mother–I’m also His slut.



He slapped her exposed pussy. Though she jolted, she could not move to close her legs. The grunt she uttered from gagged lips made him smile, though she couldn’t see that with the thick blindfold.

She was helpless, totally at his mercy.

“You will enjoy this. For a while, anyway. The price of standing in that window every night and disrobing. Such a slut, and sluts get what they deserve. You knew someone would be watching, and that someone was me. Lucky for you that I’m a merciful Dom.”

He paused, stroking her thigh with one gloved hand. He watched the trail of goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

“Mostly, anyway. A Dom with only a touch of sadism.”

His hand moved up to her breast, cupping it, the leather cool. Her nipple kernelled at his touch.

“Of course, sadism being sadism, it might sound like a wash, right? I don’t mind a dash of pain…your pain of course…but to use your body against itself? Even better. When pleasure becomes an overwhelming sensation, that’s sadism at its finest.”

His fingers closed over the hard nipple. Again she whimpered behind the gag. Her fingers tightened, but bound together at the wrist, her hands could do nothing. It was those helpless little gestures that tightened his cock.

Preparations for his entertainment were almost as exciting as the actual events. Almost. The preparation could not compare, really, to the scent of warm cunt as he rubbed along her slit, the leather parting and exposing the pink pearl there. Sniffing the air, his head drew close, his nose very nearly touching her as he inhaled the rich fragrance. The touch of his tongue against the petals of her pussy had her tugging, fruitlessly of course, at her bindings. He watched for a moment, the stress and strain of her muscles and skin, the play of the white rope holding her fast. He licked her. Head tossing, grunting, buttocks clenching; none of that stopped his tongue from lashing along her forcibly exposed center. None of that stopped her body from responding.

His hand, still encased in black leather, struck her firmly.

“I believe a pussy that’s been –shall we say ‘handled’–firmly will give me the reaction that I’m seeking.”

What followed was a series of smacks. Firm, hard, right on target, her clit and lips began to flush with the blows, and become sensitive.

“Your clit is so grateful for my attention. Look at it there, rising up and begging for more.”

His fingers flicked against the sensitive bit. Her sounds maddened his cock. He’d put a condom on under his underwear. Best to not leave any forensic evidence around these days. He felt the slickness, the heat from his shaft, like weeping steel. Taking a moment to calm his raging hard-on, he moved away from the bed, reaching for the big rubber cock.

With no preamble, he shoved it deep into her pussy. The accompanying whinny of protest from her almost made him come; only closing his eyes and thinking of sticking his dick into a bucket of ice water helped. Her cunt pushed it back out again, as expected. In his bag he dug out the roll of duct tape, making lots of noise for her to figure out what was coming next. Everyone knew the sound of that thick tape releasing from the roll as it was pulled away, and the sound of it being torn free. Shoving the dildo firmly, he taped across her thighs, holding it deep inside of her.

He looked at her tits, not terribly huge, but her nipples. Man, they were perfection. It took only a minute to peg her left one with the clothes pin. It took longer to attach the other 25 in a spiral around her breast, and she was whining a pretty tune when he was done. On her right breast, he attached a breast pump, the kind that would suck her nipple and about half of her tit inside it–and keep on sucking until he turned it off.

“You’ll have to tell me which is more painful. I might be willing to stop. Remember, I’m not a totally sadistic Dom.”

There was a smile in the words; even blindfolded it was clearly evident.

Sweat broke out as pain began to take its toll on her. When he turned the Hitachi on and pressed it against her vulva, the sudden rush of fluid soaking the bed was almost more than his cock could take. The air was drenched with the scent of her juice. He ached with the need to fall on her, the need to fuck her. Holding the big vibe, he slipped it up and around her soaked slit, making certain that it pressed against the dildo filling her. She’d feel that vibration deep inside her belly.

She came in a second rush of fluid, the milky come spattering her thighs, the white bulb that continued to grind against her vulnerable pussy. The grunts and growls were sexy; enticing and intoxicating. Reaching over, he slapped at the clothes pins on her tit, jostling them and making her whine louder.

“I know. That hurt didn’t it? But look at you, slut. You just came again.”

He tugged at the cone sucking on her other tit. More whining, and the silver trail of tears leaking out from the sides of the blindfold, sliding down her temples to be lost in her hair.

“I did tell you that you could tell me which hurt worst, didn’t I? Shame on me. I lied.”

The Hitachi pressed harder against her pussy, grinding along the slippery skin as if he were sanding wood. The gush of fluid was lessened somewhat this time, but it appeared that she was coming every few minutes now. His cock kicked up a notch, a lurch in his pants that made him imagine steam leaking from between the teeth of his zipper. Bracing the Hitachi on the mattress, he retrieved his short crop.

She yelped at the first smack as one clothes pin snapped off of her tit and landed on the bed beside her. Looking at her pussy, he saw the tell-tale trail of white oozing around the dildo. He repeated the slap, the snap and fall of the pegs until her tit was bruised — and peg-free. He gave the squished nipple a few quick slaps; her whimpers of distress was echoed in the throb from his balls.

Holding the vibe steady on her pussy, he tugged the duct tape off of her thighs, releasing the dildo. It slipped from her cunt with a gush of cum. He flicked off the Hitachi, then released her other tit from the sucker. It was swollen and reddened, the nipple engorged. Just for fun he slapped that one with the crop as well.

Working methodically, he packed his gear, setting his bag by the door. He untied her right foot, then her left. She had no kick left, laying totally drained. Smiling at the punny metaphor, he freed her left hand, then slipped off the gag. When she woke from her orgasm-overloaded sleep, she’d easily be able to free her other hand.

He popped off the lights on his way out the door.




Face Time and Mind Fucking


Master and I hooked up after six long weeks apart. Dang, February was wicked up here–so glad that’s behind us now. I hugged him hard, and HE let me kiss him…while pinching me. *eyeroll*

Later he inspected my hair (I’m a plethora of colors just now–purple stripe and others), pulling and tugging it hard. Yup, right there in the coffee shop where we were meeting. Man, nothing makes me wetter than hair pulling. And maybe the added embarrassment of it being in public? I’m not really an exhibitionist by nature, so it adds a layer when he does this stuff out in the open like that.

So did  I tell you about the new rules? I think I have, some time ago. I HAVE to have a half-O on Thursday (aka-edging)…there is no if, and, or but about it. Except this past week, when I got home from work, I had a niggly headache. When bedtime rolled around it was really full blown. But I can’t take headache meds before bed or it gives me terrible insomnia, so I just went to bed. No half O, no toys, no touching. Thankfully I fell asleep right away and slept off the headache. I was feeling much better in the morning, except for the guilt of not performing the half-O as I’m supposed to.

Of course, I have to text him in the morning and let him know what was going on. And he is the most benificient of Masters….I had to pay a penalty…but not be punished. Like a fine. Except it wasn’t “fine” at all. The next night I had to choose between 3-half-o’s, the one I missed plus two penalty ones, OR I could do 2-half-o’s–with the bigger of my two butt plugs up my bum.

I was shocked, kinda.

Not at the punishment, but at the sheer deviousness about it. THREE? How could I do three? But a butt plug? I hate them, but they *always* make me gush. I have had some of the most intense orgasms of my life with something up my ass.

(Good thing this is a sex blog, with that kind of “out there” confession, eh? LOL)

The conflict raged all day in my head. Back and forth. Could I do 3 without an “oops” moment (which would earn me a punishment)? Could I do 2 without an “oops” with the added excitement of the butt plug?

When we talked that night, he asked about my decision.

“I have NO idea, M,” I said.

And it’s true. I was clueless. I told Him of my dilemma, which made him laugh, the bastard. Oh, he was *delighted* that he’d fucked with my head all day, and that he’d be fucking up my body from afar that night.

He didn’t make me choose then, generously giving me right up to the moment of inception to decide.  As I got into bed I pondered my options, and eventually went for the three. That last one was….grit-your-teeth-fucking-hard. Yeah, that hard. I was shivering, shaking, wet and wanton.

And by damn was I turned on. It was a restless night, to be sure. (And of course, keeping HIM on my mind all night.)

During our face time, he revisits the topic of the the dilemma. He gets this…gleam…in his eye. It’s how I know the sadist is looking at me, and it makes me shiver and get turned on, and very, very nervous.

“You know nilla,” he says, his voice deceptively mild, “you’re really going to enjoy ZNN this week. You get to use the option that you didn’t choose.”

It takes a moment for that to sink in. My mouth opens and closes but no words come. I blink, and that look is still on his face.

“W-whaat?” I say, perplexed.

Oh, how he chuckles.

“The option that you didn’t choose? The butt plug and two half o’s? That’s this Thursday’s ZNN. That way you’ll know if you chose the right option on Friday.”

Literally, I go “b-b-b-b-b-b-b…ut….”

He smiles, his eyes gleaming brightly. I’m well and truly fucked. Well and truly fucked, my peeps. Finally I whisper “That’s really mean, Master.”

“I know,” he says.


Later, over our shared scone, we’re talking about our playday. It had to be bumped a week (my fault!)…and it turns out it was okay, since it’s supposed to be bad weather here that day. UGH!

But we’re talking about it, because I’d asked him to beat me hard…that I need a really good spanking. The noise in my brain is going into overdrive lately. He agreed that there was nothing like an OTK hard spanking to calm a slut down.

But over our scone he knocks on the wall. I stare at him.

“That’s the sound that you might hear on the door to our room during playday, nilla.”

“What? What?”

“Visitors. Maybe.What do you care? You’ll be blindfolded and used however I want it.”

And he knocks on the wall again, looking at me with those eyes.

Secure IT (5)

“So, that was it? Some teasing in the bathroom, and then back to the table and nothing else?”

Pia’s voice had a tone of outrage to it. She sat on the end of Linday’s bed as her friend and roommate put away her clothing. Lin paused, looking at Pia.

“Look…he said there would be more, later. I don’t know what ‘later’ means to him, or what he’s planning or if I failed some sort of test or what. I just don’t know. He seemed happy enough, kissed me good night –”

“Yeah…in the car, for fucks sake, not even walking you up here…”

Lindsay took a breath. It was nice the Pia was pissed on her behalf, but she was exhausted, just worn out. Too tired to rehash it all.

“Pia, let’s talk more in the morning. I’m — just tired.”

“And I’m making it worse. But geeze. I know him, Lyn. This just isn’t like the guy I knew.”

“Well, it’s weird to be comparing him, you know? Maybe you’re just funner to be with than me.”

Her friend sprang up from the bed and gave her hard hug.

“I’m going. Go to bed. Sleep.”


She tossed restlessly in her bed. Her pussy, traitorous bitch that she was, throbbed relentlessly. It was hard to sleep with unquenched desire. She had wanted a good hard fuck, some playtime. But it hadn’t gone at all like she expected. Leaning from the bed, she grabbed her cell.


The green light beamed brightly out at her. One thirty-four. In the morning. She was startled when the phone buzzed in her hand, alterting her to an incoming text.

“You up?”

Her nipples grew hard when she read the two short words. Damn the man for being able to stir her up so much! Toying with the idea of totally ignoring him, she quickly replied.

“Yes. Fuck you!”

It didn’t take a minute for her phone to light up again.

“LOL. Turn on your cam.”

No. She wasn’t going to do that. Yet the covers were flung to the side of the bed, and her feet were on the floor. No. She couldn’t bear the torture. But yes, dammit all,  how she craved it as well.

Clenching her jaw, she moved to flick on her computer, then moved across quickly to grab her robe.

“NO need to bother with that.”

His voice boomed out from behind her, making her nearly jump out of her skin. She whirled, staring at her monitor and trying to cover her tits and crotch.

“You scared me.”

“Aww. Move your hands.”

His smile was unrepentant. And smug. Her hands slowly dropped to her sides. Let him look. Let him see what he had missed out on. Bastard.

“Go get your favorite dildo. And a vibe if you have one.”

For a moment she stood there, frozen. Torn between stubbornness and shock.

“Go, slut.”

Her feet moved first, perplexing her. She needed to stop jumping at every command he issued. Nonetheless, she was standing in front of her nightstand. She ducked down, taking the two items out, putting her out of view of the cam for a moment. She was sweating a bit from nerves, and she was glad he was on the other side of the cam…He wouldn’t be able to smell her nerves. As she squatted she smelled another pungent scent, that of hot cunt. Her hot cunt.

Rising, she turned towards the computer.

“Ah a hitachi. Perfect. Tonight you will be my hands. Tomorrow I will be there in person. I’m sorry that our date was cut short, there was a–” he paused, looked skyward a moment. “A technical glitch that I had to deal with.”

He didn’t mention that the glitch was from his most talented IT guy, Jonas, cumming so hard that he had squirted semen all over his computer keyboard. So much so that he’d shorted out his laptop. The guy was a top-notch computer geek, one of the best he’d ever had on his team…and hornier than a frigging billy-goat. He’d threatened to lock him in a male chastity device while he was on-shift, which had sobered Jonas–for about five seconds. Then Jonas had smiled. And Nic knew he’d be online and looking at online sex stores for a CB2000 or some such.

“Hard steel, Jonas. Not one of those plastic gizmo’s. The kind with a wicked tight ball ring.”

“I’d cum like a bastard afterwards.”

“If you were ever able to get the thing off…since you’ve got the biggest cojones this side of the middle east. You dumb bastard. Tomorrow you will take that laptop apart and clean every inch of it.”

He shook his head at the memory.  But now, now he had something much nicer to look forward to.

“Plug in the Hitachi. No. Not near the bed. Right there.”

He pointed to a plug that was in the wall near the closet door. She was perplexed. He wasn’t going to make her…in the middle of the room?

“On your knees, hands behind your head. Nice. You have lovely tits. I’m looking forward to tying them up, using my cane on them. No nipple clamps tonight, just pleasure. Turn. Yes, hands behind you so that I may see your pretty bottom.”

She spread her asscheeks, her face flaming, though He couldn’t see it. He directed her through several more moves which included laying on the floor, legs spread wide so that He could look at her pussy. Which he did. For an embarrassingly long time. At long last he had her take up the dildo, and begin to fuck herself with it, as she lay on the floor in front of her computer.

He watched.

She closed her eyes.

He murmured small sounds as she pleasured herself, until she was on the brink of orgasm.


She didn’t think of herself like one of those girls in a sex story from the ‘net, moaning and whimpering and all that stupid shit. Yet there she was, laying on the floor and writhing with the need to cum.

“Breathe, little one.”

She lay, panting.

“You Bastard. Jeezuz. OMG. Fuare very ck…fuck…”

She rubbed a hand over her face. She wasn’t able to make words anymore. Her clit throbbed, and her free hand moved to rest on her mons.

“Uh oh…no touching there, little one. You are beautiful in your anguished disappointment. Simply ravishing. My cock is hard as can be, watching you laying there.”

Her eyes squeezed tightly as she panted. Gradually the urgent need died away, and her body relaxed. His voice seemed to come from far away. Obviously turned on, his voice was husky and deep.

“The Hitachi now, slut. Right there hard against your clit. Yes, just like that. Insert your dildo and resume fucking…”

The explosion came quickly, her body arching, heels digging into the carpet. Her eyes were closed tightly, her pussy convulsing around the dildo.



His voice, hard like a whip, made her whimper.

“But I’m so sensit—”

“KEEP FUCKING. And keep that Hitachi right fucking there!”

She whined in earnest now, her body twisting on the floor as she came unglued. The dildo glided in and out quickly, lubricated by the abundant juices flowing from her. Her clit screamed at the agony of the strong vibe pulsing against it. With a high keening cry, her cunt gushed, her body trembling and sweaty, shook from the force of the explosion.

“Beautiful. My God,” He breathed.  She heard his heavy breath through a red haze, near to passing out from the orgasm. She felt ripped apart from her body, flying and floaty and exhausted.

“I have never cum so hard,” his voice said into the room. “Watching you squirt was an incredible turn-on.”

She turned her head, opened one eye.

“I need…bed.”

“Clean up and go to bed little one.”

The screen, where his face had just been, went blank.

Her phone, still on her night stand, buzzed. On shaky legs she wobbled over to see who had texted her, knowing it was him.

“You are beautiful in your submission. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Yeah, like she was going to sleep after that. She smiled, tumbling into bed with her cam still on. She knew she’d be okay that way. Because he was there. Keeping her secure. She knew it. And knowing it, slept.

Secure IT (4)

He wouldn’t let her leave the table. He didn’t control her choice of entree, selected a wine that worked with her chicken and his fish, and had continued to tease and entice.

But he had refused to excuse her so that she could go potty.

“Potty. What a charming word. No. You must sit.”

“But…I really do need to…go.”

His head canted to the side as he looked at her. The faint half-smile never left his face as he shook his head.

“I think that you can wait for a few minutes. Don’t think about your bladder stretching to accommodate all that urine. Take another sip of wine.”

She knew by the tone that it wasn’t a polite request. Funny how he had slid, ever so slowly, into dominant mode, and how much she’d allowed. Tiny little increments of dominance. No salt on her chicken. Drink all the water. Eat all the veggies on the plate. So many little increments of submission. Nodding and doing every teeny little ‘suggestion’ promptly.

And now this.

She wasn’t sure how the wine was in her hand, the glass pressing against her bottom lip. The taste of it was sweet and tangy. Her bladder clenched, her clit throbbed.

“Good girl.”

The waiter approached, topping off their wine glasses, inquiring about dessert. He ordered ice cream for her, a brownie for himself as she worked to keep her bladder from spilling over.

“Let us go to the restrooms while we wait for our dessert, hmmm?”

She nodded quick assent, dropping her napkin on the table, and rising to her feet.

“Oh, we mustn’t leave our table in disarray,” he said, eyes dancing. “Please fold your napkin properly.”

She needed to pee, was one step away from the jiggling dance to hold it in. Quickly she twitched the napkin into place. He peered at it, studying it.

“Sir…please,” she whispered.

His smile snapped into place at her words, he waved her ahead of him towards the bathroom.


She nearly died when he held his hand over the ladies room door, shook his head. He took her arm in a tight grip and pushed her into the men’s room. Thankfully it was empty, but he’d still hear her pissing.

“Last stall, please.”

She slid inside, trying to close the door, but he pressed back, and entered the space. She was frantic now, tugging up her long skirt. Finally she exposed her panties. Before she could tug those down, his hand cupped her. Hot, so hot. His hand, her pussy, two disparate heat zones. She ground her pussy on his hand, his fingers slid under the crotch and stroked her.

“Sir…” she was gasping. “I …HAVE to pee…”

His hand moved away, then tugged her panties down. He pushed her down, and she began to piss the moment her skin touched the cool seat. The need for release was more urgent than her embarrassment.

“Before the ‘iced cream’…some warm…” He murmured. Her face was inches from his crotch. As her bladder emptied, she unzipped him, took out his semi-hard shaft.

“You have a beautiful cock, Sir,” she said, before opening her mouth and surrounding it with the warm wetness of her lips and tongue. She sucked, licked, nibbled, and kissed as her urine stream slowed to a dribble.

“That’s enough for now.”

He pulled away, pushing his stiffened cock into his pants and zipping.


She stopped reaching for the toilet tissue.

“Oh…but…oh my…”

She was embarrassed and confused when he took a few sheets, and reached between her legs to wipe.

“Make no mistake little one. When I take full use of you, I will control all of you. Everything.”

Tossing the soiled paper into the toilet between her legs, he tugged her up from the seat.

“Turn around and look at what you did there. Put your hands on the seat and look.”

Eyes stabbed into hers, unyielding. She could fuss, but the throb of excitement was stronger than her reservations. He was intense.

“I am. I’m a very dirty man.”

She hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud. Turning quickly, she put her hands on the seat, shuddering inwardly at the possiblity of germs there. His hands lifted her skirt up over her hips, pushed aside the crotch of her panties. He pressed against her slit, then slid deeply inside of her. She’d not even heard his zipper opening again.

“Your cunt is so hot, so tight. I can feel you throbbing.”

She gripped the toilet seat as he pulled out, then returned, burying his cock in her pussy.  No prelude, no warning. Just…pure animal fucking.

“My cock is coated in your juices, little girl.”

He pulled back again, all the way out.

“Turn around.”

Pussy throbbing, wanting more, she complied.

“Clean me off and let us go have our dessert.”

“In a past life, were you Mae West?”

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll get more. In due time.”