Online dating... kinky style!

I am a member of a few kinky 'dating' sites and I find them fascinating places to be! I would much rather meet a guy through the 'normal' routes, for example through friends or in a bar, but there are obvious problems with that. I find kink far too important in a relationship so would need to find someone who has similar extra-curricular hobbies!

Anyway, this is why I am on these sites, but they really are full of some very strange and interesting characters. People to send messages saying 'kneel bitch', really, do they think they will get a reply? So very strange. Just because a girl likes to be tied or calls herself 'submissive' this does not mean that she is not a fan of wining and dining. In fact, I much prefer a man who is charming and complimentary and kind and gentle, but has a hidden dominant side.

I really do find these sites strange and some of the people i meet...... well, they should just learn that a woman likes to be treated with respect, even though she is kinky! Take a hint boys!

It's in his kiss....

I think that a lot can be said about a first kiss. In fact I base most dates success rate on the first kiss. If there is a spark and my tummy does a little flip then it was a good date! If the kiss lingers a little longer, then his kissing travels to my necks, well that just gives me wet knickers....

I have a thing about my neck being kissed, and Brut discovered this and had me wriggling all bloody night! I am sure I can get my own back eventually!

Aching....

I love aching, aching from sex in particular is a great kind of ache.
Aching from having the spreader bar tied to my feet then legs pulled tight above my head to the bed head.
Aching from having my arms pulled behind my back and attached to a chair.
Aching from having my corset pulled so tightly.
Aching from having my clit rubbed so hard I became totally oversensitive and couldn't come anymore .... which never happens!
Aching from having my arms pulled over my head and tied tight.
Aching from having my pussy rammed over and over.
And aching from riding him.

As I said I love aching because it just reminds me of what happened on the previous evening!

Wanting

I am currently really wanting sex. I am lying in my beautiful bed, alone and just desiring to be touched, fondled, played with and kissed. I want to be naked and explored, devoured and desired. I want to suck and lick and be flicked and fucked. I want to orgasm until there is nothing left to give.

Just thought I would share my wanting...... Lets hope I get what I want soon!

Bring your sadistic twin

I had texted him and said that I was horny as hell and in need of rope. So he said that he would bring along his sadistic twin, which he did. I greeted him at the door and without a word we went to the bedroom. He tied my arms, put a rope on my collar and tied it to the bottom of the bed so that I couldn't move from my knees. He then gave my ass a good seeing to. And again without words he attached my nipple clamps onto my delicate pussy lips.

After all this treatment, I came, really really hard. It didn't take long.

The afternoon we along in a similar manner. Me being tied, frog-tie, breast tie (which we worked out made my unsensitive nipples a lot more sensitive!) and many other interesting positions. Then he went down on me, while I was tied in an uncomfortable manner to my own bed. Arms up, legs to each other and fully exposed. This way, after many mind-blowing orgasm's, I managed to come again, and this time I squirted all over my sheets. Brilliant.

After forcing his cock in my mouth before I was allowed to get rid of him, I knew that his sadistic twin had visited that afternoon, and I thoroughly enjoyed his company!

Rope, rope everywhere!

I had a very interesting experience today, I went with K to the Peer Rope workshop in London. It is the first time that I have done something like that, and for someone who thinks about bondage as much as me, I was surprised to find myself not particularly turned on. I thought that I would be like a dog on heat all afternoon, with the possibility of being tied and dominant men and rope everywhere. It was not at all like that. It was more like leaning how to tie knots, which is good but I don’t really care, it is about me being tied not learning how to tie. Saying that I did learn some good things so maybe next time I am having a little kinky sex I will have to try being a little dominant.

Saying that it was a great place to meet people, especially guys! I think I got chatting to a couple of the only half decent men there, there were some very interesting people about. There was one couple who decided to try and use all the rope they had brought and have a fairly intense looking time in the corner – it just didn’t turn me on the way I thought it would! I had my eyes out on stalks, it was a fascinating place to be and I am glad I went, I will probably go again.... maybe with one of the guys I met today!

I will keep you posted about that.....

4 hands are definatly better than 2!

Well after my apprehension I realised that I really there was nothing to be apprehensive about. Yesterday evening was fantastic. On entering K's apartment there was a moment when I thought 'what am I doing here?' The chat started civillay enough, with bubbles and wine, I started to relax. Then the talk got sexy and finally K said 'I think we should take Kinky upstairs and I should massage her'. Sounds easy enough. So my dress was taken off me, leaving me in an under-the-bust corset, suspenders and stockings. A lace bra and knickers finished off the look. K was impressed. I lay front first onto the bed and Bordeaux couldn't help tieing my hands together and to the large bed and my feet apart and to opposite sides of the bed. So there I was, tied and she then started to tease me, mercilessly. I was so bloody hot anyway thanks to the train ride to get there and waiting around, and then meeting K, who is very sexy! If it was just Bordeaux then I know that I would have been fine, he cant really resist, but it turns out that K has a lot more self restraint, and with me restrained all I could do was beg. She must have massaged every part of my body without really getting close to my now wet pussy. And that just made me more desperate for it.
After what must have been hours I was finally released and allowed to join in, which I did. I enjoyed exploring K's body as much as she did mine. Bordeaux was more of an accessory in our game, but after such play it did not take long for them both to make me come, not once but twice. The second time I had my nipples clamped and my hands in cuffs tied to the bed. I was not going anywhere, and I didn't really want to!
But what felt really good was when K got her turn and I used her glass dido (I need to get me one of those!) to good use while she saw to Bordeaux's ever growing cock.

I was sad to leave through the snow, but we managed to amuse ourselves on the train home, finishing a great night with a great train ride! CCTV on the train would be an interesting view for someone!