So I thought i would write a blog post, not the same thing but its good to talk sometimes! Especially when I can just turn to a flatmate and say 'oh I have a need to be tied, fucked and punished' not sure how well that would go down, over Sunday lunch!
I recently got a message from a freak on one of those kink-dating sites. I hate them, I really do. There is a distinct lack of decent men there, although some are nice, there are so many weirdos! I am looking for a man who is intelligent, has a decent job and will take care of me. Not someone who opens with 'you will do' or other such flippant comments. The best messages are the ones that don't even relate back to kink, and they are very few and far between. I think one knows that the messages that only contain kink are the ones to avoid.
I am trying EHarmony for dates. Nice gentlemen, but will I ever be fulfilled sexually if I choose a man like that? That is what I don't know, but it is always fun trying. As I have said before, I love dates!
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
His bark is not worse than his bite!
A while ago, during the wonderful post orgasmic stage, while we were lying in bed Bordeaux and I were talking about what had just gone on. We were discussing how he had tied me, wrists behind my back and on my knees and ankles to wrists, put a blindfold on in the form of bondage tape that matched my rubber suspender pants brilliantly (or would of I could see the combination together). He then processed to circle me, grope me and finally cum all over me but after begging for a little attention, he quickly untied me and the next thing I knew was that I was cumming on top of him.
So I was then telling him how his bark was worse than his bite. This turned out be be a big mistake... Huge infact!
He decided to silently correct me. Without knowing what was going on in his delightfully sadistic mind, I was sitting tied both front and back to, what he called, a piece of sex furniture that was perfect for what he had in mind. He started off by binding my whole body in a rope harness, perfectly symmetrical. Then attached ropes to the front, my ankles to the front legs, with legs apart, wrists behind my back and then they were tied off to the back of the stool-come-sex device.
I was not going anywhere, then came the ball gag. He doesn't usually use gags, only when he is trying to prove a point, so I knew that something was coming. Then he got the nipple clamps out, both sets. I am usually ok with nipple clamps, but when the are pulled off, with no room for manoeuvre, it hurts, a lot. Then when the process is repeated, it hurts even more. And for a third time. There was a reason I was wearing the gag.
Then all he said was..."so, is my bark really worse than my bite?"
So I was then telling him how his bark was worse than his bite. This turned out be be a big mistake... Huge infact!
He decided to silently correct me. Without knowing what was going on in his delightfully sadistic mind, I was sitting tied both front and back to, what he called, a piece of sex furniture that was perfect for what he had in mind. He started off by binding my whole body in a rope harness, perfectly symmetrical. Then attached ropes to the front, my ankles to the front legs, with legs apart, wrists behind my back and then they were tied off to the back of the stool-come-sex device.
I was not going anywhere, then came the ball gag. He doesn't usually use gags, only when he is trying to prove a point, so I knew that something was coming. Then he got the nipple clamps out, both sets. I am usually ok with nipple clamps, but when the are pulled off, with no room for manoeuvre, it hurts, a lot. Then when the process is repeated, it hurts even more. And for a third time. There was a reason I was wearing the gag.
Then all he said was..."so, is my bark really worse than my bite?"