Submission and Orgasms

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On Wednesday, I twittered about some porn I was watching and masturbating to. MasterDoc took notice of this and had me re-create my masturbation session for him. He wanted me to come at the same points I came the night before. He had me put clothes on and everything to re-create how I was when I masturbated (hands down pants with the bullet vibe, on the living room sofa). We watched the long training of Delilah Strong video, and I realized that I had watched quite a bit of it before I got myself off.

Masturbating for him got me more worked up than masturbating by myself did. I wanted to come much earlier than I had the night before and had to fight off the urge to come. I was supposed to come only when I had come the night before, or the best approximation I could make of it. While we watched the video I realized that the things that got me off weren’t things that were directly sexual. If you go watch the video, you’ll see that it’s largely submissive training with the subject being made to hold difficult physical positions for lengths of time. Only when she’s done satisfactorily do they give her a magic wand and 30 seconds to get herself off. I came as she masturbated the first time, and MasterDoc made me stop after 30 seconds like she did. We watched some more, MasterDoc telling me to keep myself at the height of arousal, ready to come at any time. When she was given the magic wand again I was told to come again and I was so turned on that I came really hard - the type of orgasm where you totally lose consciousness about your surroundings. Again, he had me stop after 30 seconds. I could have kept going for 30 minutes.

He was stroking his cock the whole time I worked myself up with the vibe. I’m sure he could tell how aroused I was by my breathing growing ragged and little gasps that I’d let out. He decided to fuck me and had me get up on hands and knees. I was so wet and hot that he slid in easily. I wanted to come almost right away and I moaned loudly. He pounded me and I felt it deep within my abdomen. I started begging to come and he responded by spanking my ass. This just made me want to come more and I had to work hard to hold off coming. I moaned more and more, yearning for release. When he finally let me come my vaginal muscles contracted and as they pushed his cock out I fell forward, coming convulsively even without vaginal stimulation. He spanked my ass, stroked my body, clasped my thighs and I just kept coming. I lost all awareness of my surroundings, my entire focus was on my body, the orgasms I was having and him touching me. I squirted a huge puddle in the middle of the bed.

After I recovered, and he embarassed me by making me show our friend Liz the huge wet spot on the bed, we went back to watching the video (it’s over an hour long). I was horny again but somehow wasn’t sure if it was okay if I played with myself. MasterDoc pointed out that I could (doh!) and I started stroking my wet pussy. I’m so used to playing with a vibe that it can be difficult to bring myself over the edge with just my fingers. I worked at it though, but after a while grabbed the bullet vibe again. He let me come again, and this time he kept telling me to come. I milked my body for all the orgasms I could - continuing on even after I thought I would run out of steam. I had long dreamed of being forced to orgasm and this was the first time (I think) that he had me go and go and go. He asked me if I’m a dirty whore and in the heat of passion I had no trouble saying, “Yes, Sir, I’m a dirty whore.” Eventually, he told me that I had enough.

He fucked me again, from behind, and again I moaned like a bitch in heat. I was so turned on - I don’t know how I could hold onto that level of arousal for that long but I did. When he told me to come again it was like last time, only even more intense. I fell forward, screaming and coming. It amazes me how I will keep orgasming even after stimulation has stopped. My brain was totally in another world. When he stopped, I lay on the bed, face down, spent. I quickly said, “Thank you, Sir.” because the porn was on my mind where she got scolded for taking too long to express gratitude. I lay there for a while after this as I was still out of it - and feeling very, very satisfied.

The next morning, I was in the best mood ever. And I enjoyed one of those rare times when I feel sexually satisfied and no longer horny (although always ready for more!) Tomorrow night we’re going out to a bdsm party and I look forward to being in submissive mode and playing around/with others. There’s a lady who’s going to be there who is keen to play with me (rowr!)

Collar

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A couple of weeks ago MasterDoc asked me if I thought we were getting too casual. I don’t wear my collar so often these days and he felt that maybe this wasn’t a good thing. At the time I shrugged it off, having a relationship that’s not too serious is one of the things that I like about our relationship - we joke often and have a good time with each other.


However, this past weekend I started to feel like I missed my collar - I barely wore it this weekend. Now while I’m always his submissive and I always do things to serve him like draw his bath or get him something to drink from the kitchen, when the collar is on I’m supposed to be a bit more serious and focused on submitting and service. One thing I stumble over regularly is remembering to call him “Sir” when I have the collar on. So while I anticipate struggling with the “Sir” bit, I do find that I miss my collar and wish I had it on a bit more. (Of course, my luck will be he’ll decide I should wear it when I’m totally not in a submissive mood and then he’ll point out, “But you said you wanted to wear it more on your blog!”) There’s something I like about how I am when I’m in the collar - I’m very focused on him and on being a good girl. I become quiet and, well, submissive.

Review: Remote Control Fantasy Panty

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I have dreams of someday owning a remote controlled sex toy that rocks my world. Ideally, this toy would be a clitoral vibe and somehow be held in place even when I move. I asked Sextoy.com for the remote control fantasy panty hoping this might be the toy of my dreams. It’s from their vibrator section. Unfortunately, it’s not what I was hoping for.

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The bumpy, jelly, insertable part of the panty.

The vibrating part of the panty is a thick, stubby insertable, not clitoral vibe, not unlike another remote controlled toy I reviewed earlier. It seems to be made of a jelly material, which would likely contain phthalates, plastic softeners which have been shown to cause cancer and other health concerns. This is strike out number one. (One option if you want to try this is to put a condom over the jelly part.) A hard, egg shaped vibe goes into the insertable jelly part - and the next problem was that no matter how much I pushed and prodded the vibe doesn’t go completely into the jelly sleeve. This left about a half inch of hard plastic vibe hanging out - and this will be hanging between your legs as you attempt to sit or walk. You can imagine the problem - sitting is pretty much impossible and walking is uncomfortable at best. I was going to wear this out to a restaurant with MasterDoc but it was so dreadfully uncomfortable the idea was scrapped before I got out the door. The vibe had only one setting - on/off. The remote control works just fine but like I said, the idea of wearing this thing for any period of time was just unbearable.

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The vibrator sticking out at the bottom of the panty.

While it’s delightful that this comes in queen size for us plus size women, this toy really was just a dud. Instead of being stimulating, the insertable vibe was hard and unyielding. And my quest for a good remote-controlled toy goes on….

Orgasms

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We spent a quiet day at his place, I was hoping all day for some sex. Luckily my patience paid off - I helped him around the house during the day, and at night I got what I was hoping for. He set up porn on the laptop as usual and for the first time I thought to play with myself, getting warmed up, without him telling me to. He was pleased that I did this finally. I used a little lube and I stroked my pussy. Soon it was engorged and swollen, really slippery wet. He asked me if I was ready to be fucked and I definitely was.

He had me get on hands and knees and he fucked me from behind. I had been so horny the past few days, even having had orgasms on Friday night and Wednesday night wasn’t enough. I held on to the edge of orgasm for a while. When he let me come I came, my pussy convulsing around his cock. Somehow my muscles didn’t push his cock out this time and he kept fucking me and I kept coming. It was divine.

After a break, he had me play with his ass while he stroked himself. I’m getting good at knowing where and how to touch him to make him feel good. I kneaded his ass, slipped a lubed finger up against his asshole. I played for a while before my hands were worn out. He had me lay down next to him to rest, and I pressed my naked body up against his back. He said it felt good to have me pressed up against him. I reached around and stroked his abdomen at the base of his cock. He started stroking himself again and as I touched him I got more and more aroused. I was breathing heavy into his ear as I caressed his body. He started breathing heavy as well and soon he came. I kept playing with this body, making him twitch long after the orgasm. It felt amazing to make him feel that good. I was so turned on that I possibly could have orgasmed myself. I stroked his cock and he’d twitch some more. It can be difficult to make him come, so to help him come so spectacularly was such a great feeling.

We lay next to each other for a while, I still felt horny. I thought about asking him if I could masturbate. When I told him I was still horny he had me get the Hitachi magic wand out, I got hopeful for more, and then he told me to use it on myself. So I masturbated, but he touched my thighs, my hips, etc. adding to the sensations. When I came, he held my thighs apart and that only served to make me come more. I screamed and came as he encouraged me to keep coming. Having him as an adjunct to my masturbation made the whole thing about 100 times better.

Watching a Beating

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On Friday night we had a couple of friends over. Our friend V. was in need of a beating, and MasterDoc was pleased to give it to her. It was wonderful watching her get beaten - it was a little like watching porn only much better because it was actually happening in front of me. Since I know what the various implements feel like I would wince when he’d use the evil strap on her ass. It was a very sensual experience even though I was only watching. He made her ass nice and red and he had her turn over. He used the clover clamps on her nipples and that was hard to watch as I can barely take them myself. She breathed deeply, riding out the pain. He twisted them a little and she’d wince. He slapped her pussy and commented on how wet the beating had made her. He took the clamps off and had her kneel over the chair again - and he resumed beating her ass with his hand, the floggers, the strap. I can imagine that a beating like that was really cathartic. Her ass was bright red and it’s possible that there would be some marks the next day. He’d intersperse the beating with kisses and caresses. After the beating, he had her sit on the floor again, and he took the acrylic wand I’ve recently rediscovered and used it in her pussy. He fucked her with it until she came - when she comes she lets out a few intermittent yells of pleasure. Watching this whole thing just made me want to be the recipient of a good beating. When I woke up the next morning my head was full of fantasies of him hurting me - using the clover clamps on my sensitive nipples.

Next up was S. She’s not into pain so he didn’t give her a beating, but he did use the Hitachi magic wand on her to make her come - and when she comes she squirts so much the vibrator went from sounding like a vibrator to sounding like an egg beater as it vibrated in the puddle of water that her pussy had become. Thankfully we had put towels down as she virtually soaked through them. When she comes it sounds like someone’s turned the faucet on.

It was really hot watching both of them get off, but I was feeling so horny that day that I got frustrated. I started feeling resentful that they had come over because I was anxious to come. I got a little cranky (which I got scolded for later) but MasterDoc said that he wasn’t going to leave me unorgasmed. He had me get on the floor next, towels underneath in case I squirted, and he used the Hitachi on my clit and then wand in my pussy. He teased me into a frenzy and then let me come. I grunted and grabbed at his back, looking to clutch at anything I could get my hands on. I kept coming and kept grabbing at him uncontrollably, it looked like I was going to pull his pants down at one point. My brain was somewhere else though, I was barely aware of my surroundings and I was totally aware of my cunt. I squirted and it was a good thing we had put towels down. I felt sated and happy afterwards. I slept well that night. And MasterDoc’s amazing skills were shown yet again by making three women have earth-shattering orgasms in one evening.

Slut

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We went into the bedroom and I wondered what he had in mind. He plans out, more or less, what he intends to do to me in a given night and I get to feel the anticipation of not knowing and wondering what the glint in his eye holds. We started off slowly with cuddles, him spooned up against me. He stroked my ass, my tummy, as I start to breathe heavy and relax into his touch he slides his hands up to my breasts. Every touch is thrilling. He grabs hold of my ass roughly and pulls my cheeks apart, exposing me. I feel him stroke his cock head against my ass and I try to push back into it a little. He grabs my ass some more, manhandling me.
I don’t want to move, I’m lost in reverie. But he tells me to get up and get some lube. I grab the new Wet Together lube I’ve gotten samples of - it’s a pair of lubes, one for him (water-based), one for her (silicone-based). His is supposed to be warming, hers tingling. We each use the designated lube and both experience a warming sensation. We joke about how they’re encouraging unsafe sex by encouraging people to combine the two lubes together. I’m nice and slippery and horny when he has me lie on my back. He kneels between my legs and strokes his cock along my labia, rubbing the two lubes together. I’m aching for him to enter me, my pussy tingling and warm, and just as it becomes unbearable he puts a condom on, uses a bit more lube on the outside of it, and slowly slides in. I feel every inch as his thick cock head pushes its way past the muscles of my vagina. I gasp as it pushes in just a little bit farther. Soon, he’s fucking me.
I close my eyes and focus on his cock sliding in and out. He fucks me hard and in no time I wish I could come. I try my hardest to hold back asking for permission. It feels amazing to be held on the edge like that. I gasp and moan, yearning to come. I keep hoping that my gasps and moans will cause him to give me permission to come. I let him know how much I want it, but without using words. Amazingly, I manage to hold out until he gives me permission. “Come,” he says and in a few seconds I’m coming hard. My vagina pushes his cock out of me, but I still keep coming. So intense are my feelings of arousal that I’ll come at the drop of a hat. He encourages me to keep coming and it seems to last for several minutes, although it was probably much shorter than that. I keep coming until he says I’ve had enough.
We return to the porn that we were watching - a hot film about a woman being used like a doornob - i.e., everybody gets a turn. He teases me that I’d like that - to be passed around and used. I blush and look away because it’s true. As I watch the film I realize how hot it is for a woman to be a slut; for her to be enthusiastic about sex and ravenous for it. The way she gives her body over to the man and woman dominating her is just so hot. They pass her back and forth between them, having her suck cock and lick pussy alternately, then they pass her on to other people in the room. I can imagine the humiliation of being used like a cheap whore in front of and by strangers but also think that this is really hot.
MasterDoc asks if I’m ready to climb on top of his cock and I say, without hesitation, that yes I am. I’m still so turned on from before, and from watching the porn. He teases me, telling me I’ll be used like a doornob. He fills my head with such delightful imagery and makes me feel like such a slut that I’m moaning in no time. I ride his cock hard, rubbing my cunt against it furiously. He tells me to come and I come - again his cock gets pushed out but I continue to rub my cunt against his hard cock and I keep coming and coming. He spanks my ass, grabs hold of me and my body continues to convulse. Just when I think the pleasure is subsiding a bit he gets me to come again and I tense up so hard that I can barely breathe. I surrender to the power he has to make me come over and over - even without direct genital contact. It’s absolutely amazing what he can do to me - how turned on he gets me and how hard he can make me come. Afterward, I lay on the bed next to him, smiling and looking at him adoringly. How could you not love a man who makes you feel like that?

Pretention

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So I posted my displeasure about “popular NYC fetish party” on a board at Fetlife when the organizers were looking for input. The organizer got in touch with me and was really nice, trying to encourage me to come again and he’d introduce me to people in “the tribe.” However, I went on to explain that I felt really unwelcome there because of the emphasis on fashion. And his response was only, “well we have a dress code.”

I have no need for a dress code to make me feel kinky. Fetish garb can be lots of fun and I’m all for people dressing up if they like it, but the whole “you’re not really part of the lifestyle unless you dress up” attitude that was reflected in the thread on fetlife just really ticks me off. Dissenting views about the party were met with defensiveness, the following from one attendee:

“We need to remember too: the XXXXXXX is not everyone’s cup of tea. But, also too: XXXXX is a party that is for those who practice bdsm, who are fetishist, who are into the culture, (so if I’m not in a fetish costume I’m not “into the culture”??) the costumes, and just being around people who like to be kinky (um, I like to be kinky but I don’t wear fetish outfits, does this make me “not kinky enough”?)

Will there be wanna be’s; sure everywhere you go in life.

There are many bdsm lifestylers that do go to XXXXXX. There are many pro dommes that go to XXXXXX. There are many fetishist that go to XXXXXX. There are many who are weekend warriors that go to XXXXXX.

This community is one where: tolerance should be our number one goal.”

But a posting later on shows that tolerance in this community only goes so far, “Meanwhile there were the guys in khaki pants (not to mention the guy in brown…BROWN shoes!!!). I know they must have paid the full 30, but still…no attempt was made there.”  Apparently tolerance only applies to those who can afford and want to wear elaborate fetish get ups. Tolerance comes to an abrupt ending if you don’t play by the fashion rules. It’s all about style over substance.

To me the whole thing is just horribly pretentious. I don’t have the money nor the need to shell out big $$ on a latex outfit. I do own a little bit of fetish wear (steel-boned corset, PVC dress) but I don’t need to wear it to know that I’m a submissive and that I’m part of the lifestyle. My kinkiness is not dependent on what I’m wearing (beyond my collar, and even that is not 100 percent necessary). To insinuate that dressing up is the only way to be part of the lifestyle is ridiculous. It’s the worst kind of NYC exclusionary “I’m more fetishy than thou” attitude.

I’m sure there are nice people at these parties. I’m sure there are some serious lifestylers. But the whole set up where costuming is more important than BDSM knowledge just begs to fill the place with wanna bes. I think I’ll keep on playing in places where it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing. The party also seemed to only want young people there, and hey, there are lifestylers who have lots of wonderful experience who are not 30 anymore. I’d take MasterDoc, who looks like a nice, middle-aged Jewish doctor, as a Dom any day over some neophyte who has the clothes but not the maturity and presence of mind to be a Dominant. Seeing MasterDoc in leather pants wouldn’t make me perceive him as more Dom, it would seem odd and out of character. He doesn’t need a fetish outfit to be in control and bring me to my knees.

I’ll continue being secure in my kinkiness without needing to dress up and have “the tribe” validate me. Sure the outfits look pretty, but what’s under the surface?  I’ll continue to find other places to play. Please, if you’re kinky and you’ve encountered parties like this and felt totally out of place, know that it doesn’t mean you’re not kinky. Bruises and welts say more to me about kinkiness than 5-inch heels.

(Don’t even get me started on how, because alcohol is served at these parties, you can’t be totally naked. I mean, what’s the point of playing if you have to make sure your nipples are covered? Ugh. I’d rather stay home where I can be naked and get fucked.)

Pleasurists #22

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A Fun Reason for a Sick Day

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on March 30, 2009
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Sunday afternoon MasterDoc got a message on fetlife about another gangbang party. I had work the next day but we had been toying with the idea of me calling in sick one day so we could get to some events on work nights. Naughty girl that I am I opted to call in sick. I feel like such a bad girl - calling in sick to work so I could go get fucked. We got to the gangbang a little late - the ladies had already chosen their men. We went in back to the bdsm room and relaxed a bit, figuring that guys would make their way in. There were only 2 or 3 women there. MasterDoc had me suck his cock and that got a bit of an audience. He told me to look at them, which I always find hard to do. Last night I was acutely aware of how humiliating it is to be someone’s submissive cunt. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you. But I really felt the humiliation play a lot.

He spanked my thighs and cunt, trying to get me wet. I kept my eyes closed and wished that I had thought to pack the blindfold in the toy bag. I have a few light bruises from thigh spanking this weekend to remind me of the fun I had. I bruise so infrequently these days! He fucked me with the acrylic wand (see last entry) and made me come in front of all those guys. He had me get on all fours and he spanked my ass but good - I was really enjoying being spanked this weekend. My pain tolerance was good and it felt great to be spanked. Plus, I didn’t have to look at the small crowd that had begun to form. It’s funny how I like having an audience, but I don’t like having to look them in the eye. MasterDoc offered me to one of the guys there and he asked if he could go down on me first. MasterDoc would have preferred me getting fucked without ever seeing the guy, but he obliged and I lay on my back. While the guy licked furiously at my cunt MasterDoc talked to me, “Are you getting your cunt licked? You like getting your cunt licked don’t you, slut?” Oh dear god the dirty talk was driving me nuts. I felt embarrassed and turned on at the same time. The guy put a condom on and fucked me and I got to come. As I lay there moaning and panting MasterDoc said something along the lines of, “That’s it. That’s what you’re for, cunt.” And it felt so good to be used. I like that I’m a filthy slut who will fuck whoever MasterDoc tells me to.

Only bad part of the evening was that the first guy was too stupid to hold onto the condom as he pulled out and he left it behind. Ugh. This is seriously bad manners. Guys, do not ever forget to hold the condom as you pull out. A condom should never be left behind after you’ve fucked a girl.

Right after guy number one finished MasterDoc had guy number two all ready. This guy was a big black guy with a huge cock. I mean, it really brought new meaning to BBC. He stretched my pussy wide and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so filled up. At first it was a turn on and I came, but then it got to be too much and in amongst the “unhs” of pleasure came a few “ows.” I think this was the biggest cock I’ve ever had - really thick. It was too much of a good thing.

In came a third guy right after the second. This was the first time I’ve been fucked by a north Asian guy (not sure what nationality). He had fantastic tattoos including a large buddha on his chest/tummy. I came again, but I was starting to get tired already - must be all that Wii fit I’m doing these days, wearing me out. MasterDoc gave me a break after the third guy and after I had rested offered me to a fourth guy. The fourth guy fucked me and alas he was small and I could barely feel him (particularly after that other guy stretched me out). MasterDoc saw that my excitement was waning and he slapped my face a few times telling me to “come cunt!” and I came, purely off the kink of being slapped and called a cunt. I still marvel at how he can make me come without genital stimulation.

We got dressed after this and socialized a minute before heading out the door to the next party. At the door, a hot woman who had said hello earlier as she set up her gangbang near where we were sitting said, “No, you’re not leaving! You’re not taking her away are you?” She was distressed that I was leaving so soon and she passionately kissed me by the elevator. Rowr. It made us think for a second about going back in.

Next we went to a popular fetish event that takes place every month in NYC. I’ve been keen to go since it’s “the” event to go to. Well, I’m sad to say it wasn’t my speed. First we get there and the guy from the gangbang party had told us to ask for someone at the door and say that he sent us. MasterDoc gets out his doctor’s coat and speculum as his fetish outfit. The guy makes a comment about how he has to tell the guy who referred us that, “It’s really dress fetish.” Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize that we were playing “more fetishy than thou” tonight. *sigh* We were the only ones there not in full fetish get ups. Now, I’m all for dressing fetish if that’s what turns you on, it’s wonderful to see people in great fetish costumes. However, I don’t like feeling that I’m somehow “not kinky enough” if I’m not in corset and latex. I don’t need the “fetish uniform” to be kinky or submissive. I can’t picture MasterDoc in a typical Dom costume. I like him how he is. It felt like how you’re dressed mattered much more than how you play. Not that we got a chance to play. The place was crowded and hot - we could barely find a place to stand let alone play. If MasterDoc had tried to flog me he would have hit a dozen people in the process. I was really unhappy. Big crowds in small spaces are not my thing. If I ever go again I will have to dress up in my little bit of fetish gear so I won’t feel so out of place. I hope they find a bigger venue. The whole experience lasted about 10 minutes before I was desperate to get out of there. We did run into our favorite bartender from the swing club, who was there with her Dom. It was great to see her even if I didn’t like the rest of the scene.

All in all it was a fun evening. So decadent to skip work and go to sex/bdsm parties. I love decadence.

Weekend Play

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Saturday night we tried the new swing club again. It was empty, which is such a shame as they have a great set up for fucking. If any of you readers go to swing clubs in New York, take some time to check out Twisters and get some people showing up. I know it’s in Brooklyn but it’s worth the trip - or rather will be once people start going there.

So unfortunately we were the only couple there again, apparently there had been a few people there the night before but MasterDoc ended up not going with the friend he planned to go with (I had work the next day). We made our own fun as usual. We went into one of the rooms and sucked and fucked. We did 69 which we don’t do often, but I think it’s an overrated position. I’m too busy focusing on giving head to really feel what’s going on down by my clit. I don’t get as turned on as I would like. He had me get on top and ride him for a while, which definitely did turn me on and he let me come. (He let me come a lot this weekend. I am a very lucky girl.)

We got dressed again and hung out in the lounge, waiting for the supposed couples who were supposedly arriving shortly. They never appeared, if they ever existed at all. MasterDoc gave the hostess a good flogging (she has a rubber flogger which is like a larger/longer version of the large black whip I reviewed recently). But she kept her pants on so even though he was hitting her really hard with flogger and hand she was still giggling. MasterDoc pointed out that if she’s still giggling then he’s not hitting her hard enough. He says next time he will get her to take her pants down first. I’m sure she won’t be giggling then.

He had me play with myself in the lounge and it was really hard to get turned on knowing I was the sole naked person there. It felt awkward and I felt really self conscious. MasterDoc would have let me come but I couldn’t get myself to that point. We adjourned to one of the back rooms for more play and I sucked his cock for a while. I’m quite pleased with myself as I seem to be doing a good job sucking cock these days. Getting a nice reaction from your partner is such fun. I seem to be much better at getting it in deep without gagging, and that makes my saliva run more so it’s a nice, wet, sloppy blow job with lots of slurping sounds. MasterDoc decided to use my acrylic wand on me (photo below - I bought it years ago at Babeland and they don’t seem to sell it any longer). The guy who minds the lockers asked if he could watch. I smiled at MasterDoc as I liked the idea although I couldn’t get myself to look at the locker guy. MasterDoc used my wand on me (the curved end this night, he used the other end the next night at my request) until I came really really hard - I literally had a screaming orgasm. I’d like someone to tape my sounds some time so I can hear what I sound like when I come hard and long. I felt terrific afterwards.

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On Sunday, I was feeling a little inexplicably down and MasterDoc decided to administer the perfect cure - he made me come using the magic wand on my clit and the acrylic wand inside me. Oh my god my head was going to blow off my shoulders. He teased me for a while and then let me come. I just kept coming and coming. I would have kept coming even longer had he not decided I had enough after I had come for a good long time. My blahs were cured after this.

Later, I played with MasterDoc’s ass while he masturbated and watched porn. He taught me to watch his body language to see if what I’m doing is making him feel good. He didn’t come, and sometimes I get frustrated because it’s hard to make him come. I want to make him feel good - he gives me so many orgasms and I give him so few. I feel bad. I lay next to him, our naked bodies pressed together and I stroked his chest and pelvic area, making him twitch a little. He said that it felt really good and I’m really getting to know how to make him feel good by touching him. I love being pressed up against him, languidly stroking his body. Before we resumed playing he got a message in his fetlife inbox and before long the decision was made to go out Sunday night.