Diary of a Kinky Librarian

MasterDoc came up with the title of this entry. lol I’ll explain what it means later. No, it’s nothing to do with the British Broadcasting Corporation. Silly readers, you should be able to guess that it’s something to do with sex.

Friday night we went out to a swing club (where else) with a friend of mine (who’s also friends with S. Yes, the local poly world is small.). I hadn’t seen this friend in ages. When I was first getting to know her there was this ambiguity as to what what going on – were we friends? Were we dating? When it comes to women, I tend to err on the side of thinking things are purely platonic/ non-sexual. After all, the majority of my relationships with women have been platonic ones. I just considered us friends and thought no more about it. Recently I heard through the grapevine of mutual friends that apparently she was interested in me and I hadn’t realized it. Doh. I think also that maybe I wasn’t thinking about having something serious with her, and she seemed to me, at the time, to be a serious relationships type of gal (husband, long term girlfriend). Little did I know that she did some swinging from time to time. Hmmm.

So MasterDoc invited her to go out with us one night, and Friday was the night. When we got to the club we had a couple of drinks at the bar then took my friend on a tour of the club. We spent time hanging out, getting comfortable. MasterDoc ordered me to bend over the spanking bench and he gave me a good spanking to start off the evening. We drew a nice little crowd. He had me take my pants down first and then a little bit later, take my top off. I had to be louder than usual when it hurt too much because the club is noisy (music). MasterDoc invited my friend to play with the top half and she straddled the spanking bench in front of me. We kissed, touched, played. I rubbed her clit through the fabric of her damp velvet panties.

We took a little break after the spanking, and all three cuddled on the couch a bit. Occasionally single men would approach us, the worst of the bunch was a guy who told my friend that he’s her “Master tonight.” Yeah, right. Does that line ever work? On the other end of the spectrum was a nice, young African-American man named Alphonso. He simply introduced himself and was friendly to us, chatting about how this was his first time at the club. He got to hang out with us.

While we sat on the sofa there was some groping, flirting and of course me going down on MasterDoc for a while. My friend likes being sub as well, and since MasterDoc is good at wielding a flogger he offered to string her up on the cross (a vestige of when the club was once a bdsm club). I acted as assistant and got her wrists secured to the cross. He started with spanking her ass, getting her warmed up. I stood by with the flogger and crop at the ready. He had me hold the flashlight – a very good accessory for a swing club, allows you to find stuff in your toy bag, but also to highlight something that’s going on – such as MasterDoc’s hands hitting my friend’s ass. When he asked for the flogger, I handed it to him, and he gave her a good flogging, not only on her butt but her back as well. The heavy flogger is nice and thuddy and works well on large areas of the body. He would occasionally reach between her legs and touch her, probably checking to see how wet she was and to stroke her a bit. I enjoyed watching as watching a flogging is almost as much of a turn on as having one done. Again, we drew quite a crowd.

When she got let down off the cross she needed a drink of water, which I went and fetched. Sometimes after a scene it takes a few minutes to come back down to earth and a drink of water or a small snack can help with that. Once she felt composed again, she got dressed and the three of us wandered a bit more.

Eventually we ended up in a room (a rather open room of course) with Alphonso joining us. Again, a crowd formed. The focus turned to my friend and after MasterDoc fingered her for a bit I joined in. For the second time I was told that I’m quite good with my fingers (perhaps I should start believing it and have more confidence). I stroked her g-spot and at one point moisture just flooded her pussy, enveloping my hand. After some more foreplay (and many hands on my body at one point), MasterDoc offered my cunt to Alphonso. This was notable, because I had never, in my 35 years fucked a black man. I’ve never had anything against doing it, they’re just not my aesthetic preference. (Much like I prefer feminine women, but occasionally I’ll see a boyish girl who will turn my head, I mostly prefer white or hispanic guys, with Saajan bringing Indian into the mix.) Alphonso had a BBC – big, black cock – and thus the title of this entry. He fucked me on top and it felt really good. I finally had to call out to MasterDoc for permission to come. (Luckily my friend heard me and brought my pleas to his attention as he fucked her from behind.) I was given permission and I came. Soon after, Alphonso came as well. He thanked me for the experience and said he was going to go hang out for a while. Next, MasterDoc fucked me from behind, and again I was allowed to come. When my muscles pushed him out he continued with his fingers and I came really loud. (Ah, the joys of being at a club, where louder is better. I am so noisy.)

We rested, and the crowd dispersed a bit. After a while, MasterDoc told me to go fetch Alphonso and ask if he’s up for round two – i.e., this time fucking my friend as she was quite interested. (Inwardly, MasterDoc and I were a little disappointed that she didn’t seem more interested in playing with either of us.) I went out naked into the club, found him, and asked him if he was up for round two. He was unsure he could perform again in one night, but he was willing to try. He said he’d like to fuck me doggy style and I pointed out that my friend had wanted a turn with him. We went back to the room and he fucked my friend, with MasterDoc and I watching (among other people). He couldn’t keep going for long, but gave it the old college try. Afterwards, we decided to clean up (here, again the flashlight came in handy as I checked the room for our toys) and get dressed. We had drinks and relaxed a bit. MasterDoc ended up giving a flogging lesson to a guy who had ducked his head in the room and asked, “Can I borrow your whippy thing?” We had all agreed that if you don’t know the name of the object (a flogger) you really shouldn’t be wielding it. MasterDoc has a very heavy, expensive, lovely flogger which can be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing. So he showed the man how to do it and let him have a try on his partner. He also showed him how to use the crop and the woman asked me, “How do you take this?” I just pointed out that I’m kinky and I enjoy it.

We headed home, having had a very fun evening indeed. We dropped my friend at her car and called it a night. The next morning, MasterDoc and I fucked some more, in various positions. It felt really good but I couldn’t quite reach the point of orgasm. It turned out that this was just as well as MasterDoc had decided that I wasn’t going to be allowed to come that morning. After some lovely fucking, MasterDoc had me explore his body, seeing how I could use my mouth and fingers to arouse him. He set himself up on his side and had me play with his back and ass while he stroked himself. I massaged right around his asshole for a while and he came onto the towel he had put out. As we hung out afterwards, he dipped the tip of his finger in the come and wrote on my body with it, writing out “cunt” in come. He shooed me, sending me home. And I headed home with a nice blog entry brewing in my mind. And this, dear readers, is where you came in.

Last night I went out to a swing club with Davey, and we met MasterDoc and S. there. I was actually feeling horny (hooray for the lowered prozac dose!) so I was keen to fuck and since I was there as Davey’s date I had free reign to fuck whomever I wanted. I lucked out and there was actually a reasonably attractive guy there with a nice body. He was certainly in the right place at the right time. The four of us (me, Davey, MD, S.) were playing in a room with our respective dates (me and Davey, MasterDoc and S.). Davey fingered me, and I glanced through the doorway at this guy sitting alone, naked, stroking himself. In the dim light of the club it wasn’t easy to see if he was attractive or not, so I only stole occasional glances, but I was developing a plan in my mind.

I got out the bullet vibe and had Davey finger me until I came, while I used the vibe on my clit. It was nice to be able to come at will and I came pretty hard, but surprisingly I didn’t squirt at all. Orgasming is still a little bit of a struggle, not as easy as I remember it once being, but it’s improving. S. came over to help get Davey hard (it’s not easy being naked in public) and I wandered off, naked, to get a drink of water from the bar. I got a better look at the guy in the chair then, and decided that I’d like to fuck him. I went back into the room and caressed and kissed Davey as S. went down on him. I whispered to Davey, “I’m going to go see if that guy wants to fuck me.” Davey asked me to get him his glasses as he wanted to see me simply go up to this guy and ask if he wanted to fuck.

I walked over to the guy and somewhat shyly said, “Would you be up to fucking me?” It took a second for this to register in his head and he muttered bewilderedly something like, “Yeah, sure. I’ll try.” I went back into the room and knelt with my ass in the air, stroking my pussy while he got himself hard and the condom on. (I had handed him the condom – always good to be prepared and make it ultra clear that condoms are to be worn.) He fucked me from behind and I managed to come again towards the end – as usual my muscles ejected his penis as I came, but he was coming by this time as well so we finished with him rubbing up against me on the outside. I’m sure I made this guy’s night, as going to a swing club as a single male has the potential to be an expensive evening of just watching other people. Davey watched the whole thing right next to me as S. went down on him. (He likes seeing me fuck.)

It was nearly time for Davey and I to head home as we had work the next morning. But as Davey and I hadn’t fucked yet I was definitely up for staying a bit longer and fucking. We tried with me on top but the beds are crap at this club (either air mattresses you have to do a balancing act on, or uneven, hard, futonesque couches) so we couldn’t get things going right. We switched over to me on my back and this worked much better. We fucked for a while and Davey finally got to come.

Just before we were leaving, I looked over and MasterDoc was playing with S.’s breasts while some guy massaged her pussy. She was begging to be allowed to come and finally MasterDoc gave permission. She came really hard and it’s fun watching her come because she comes so hard. She also squirts every time so her panties were soaked (luckily they had put a towel down underneath her since the squirting was expected). We let her collect herself before we said our goodbyes and we left them to stay late into the night, hopefully getting up to more mischief.

After a stop on the west side for some fresh bagels, we drove home noshing on bagels (mine was still warm – yummo) and talking about what we had gotten up to that evening. I never cease to amaze Davey when I do something like go up to some random stranger and ask him to fuck. lol I did get that guy’s name afterward so he wasn’t a completely anonymous fuck – just anonymous while I was fucking him.

What a good start to the week.

I’ve been on the lower dose of prozac for nearly two weeks now, and there’s been an improvement with my libido. I’m still not feeling 100% myself, but we’ll see how it goes from here. I’m happy to report that vanilla sex is becoming fun again. I think in the months when I was numbed by the medication, the intensity of something like bdsm or public sex could cut through the layer of numbness I had, but loving, vanilla sex could not. But now I’m responding more, which means really good things for my relationship with Davey considering he and I don’t do bdsm together. Another indication things have gotten better is that I was so totally on the edge the other day when MasterDoc had me use my bullet vibe while we entertained a stranger. I’ve had a hard time getting to the edge and riding it in recent months. I was so close to coming that my vaginal muscles twitched a bit as I took the vibe away from my clit. I could have had an explosive orgasm at that point. Orgasm denial might get a little bit challenging for a change – I hope! (It’s been pitifully easy for me to not come in recent months.)

Of course with the lowered dose also comes more emotions. I actually teared up for the first time in months a few nights ago. (I haven’t been able to cry in ages.) I’m feeling so much more now than I did on the high dose of prozac. It’s nice but it can be a little intense at times. I’m just now realizing how emotionally intense it can be to submit to someone. It seems like nice casual “playtime” at the outset, but I’ve grown quite attached to MasterDoc even though we’re not in a traditional sort of relationship. (I sometimes refer to him as my other boyfriend, but really Dom/sub describes what we have going on.)

I saw MasterDoc for my usual Friday and we put on show for someone. The usual – me being Dom-ed, flogged, fucked, etc. in front of a total stranger. I should maybe keep track of how many people have seen my naked body, but then considering how many people can be around at swing clubs I think it’s too hard to keep track of that sort of thing. Suffice it to say many people have seen me naked. As I said before, I was better at getting to the edge orgasm-wise so it was really fun when I played with the bullet vibe or MasterDoc fucked me. He let me come (he’s so good to me) and it’s nice to be feeling more of it again. (I wonder, can we lower my dose further? Of course then I have to worry about the effect that could have on my depression, the whole reason I’m on prozac in the first place.)

It’s nice to feel like I’m almost having a mini sexual awakening. I hope this improves further, or I’ll be talking to my doctor about options. (Wellbutrin sounds like it’s a good option.)

I went for a walk with Davey today. I’m working on getting past laziness so I get exercise in. That’s the hardest part. I’m eating healthier for the most part and not pigging out on stuff. But the exercise – I’m so bad about exercising. Ugh.

I got the opportunity to spend some time with MasterDoc yesterday. I went over to his place with the mindset of getting him off, as I knew his back was bothering him and he wasn’t up to much else. I was looking forward to it, after all my period started that morning so I wasn’t feeling especially horny. (First couple of days I’m not usually that horny. I feel kinda crampy and gross and cups are more likely to leak those first heavy days.) I must really be a sub since I was really looking forward to taking care of his needs and that was going to be satisfying in and of itself.

We ended up going out to breakfast at IHOP with his roomate Liz. That breakfast was enough to hold me until dinner. (Yes, indeed Master and sub do normal things like go out to IHOP. I often like those simple things as much as I like the sex. Hm, ok maybe not. lol But I appreciate non-sexual time spent with him as well.)

Good thing I indulged myself at breakfast, because following that MasterDoc gave me what, up to this point, is probably the most difficult directive he’s ever given me. He’s decided that we’re going to lose weight, and we’re going to do it together. As he’ll lose three pounds for every two I lose his weight loss will depend on me. (I should lose slowly and healthily of course.) He’s concerned about his health, and I have to admit that making this about his health, well-being and longevity has really put the pressure on. Of course I want to have him healthy and around for as long as possible. Heck, I want to be healthier than I am now, but my own health was never been enough of a motivation. I’m lazy, I hate exercise, I’m out of shape which just makes exercise all that more difficult, I love to eat. All these are things I’m going to have to overcome. I’m really afraid of failure. My entire adult life I’ve gone through periods where I tried to lose weight and I’ve never been particularly successful. (I did lose about 20 pounds back in college. But god that was ages ago. And I didn’t have being 35 and on anti-depressants working against me (slower metabolism). On the other hand, maybe I’ll manage this time because there’s someone other than me to let down if I fail. My issues with food and exercise are deeply ingrained alongside a small dose of residual self-loathing. I told MasterDoc that I think it would be easier to have him piss in my mouth. lol And that’s something I really don’t want to do. Licking his ass was easier than this – this is so all encompassing, it’s not just about several minutes in time. It’s changing my life patterns. I’m on day two of my period and between the cramps and trying to watch my eating I’m a cranky camper.

This too shall pass.

I’m sure you’d all much rather read about how he fucked me after all, but I feel like blathering on about the weight loss thing.

As I drove home on Saturday, I felt the mix of emotions I always do at that point – sad that my time with MasterDoc has come to an end (for another whole week, *sigh*), but happy to be going home to Davey.

Davey’s birthday was this week, and since he was so kind as to organize a gang bang for my birthday, I had to come up with something equally fun for him. So S. and I plotted and schemed (for she’s not just one of MasterDoc’s subs and a friend of mine, she’s slept with Davey as well) and decided to give him a surprise threesome. A few times Davey has mentioned the idea of a FMF threesome wistfully. We’ve done MFM a few times (and a MFMF foursome a few times), but I never really had a woman friend who I could call upon to join us before. S., however, was very eager to help make Davey’s fantasy a reality. (Not that he hadn’t had FMF before – he did before he even met me. I can’t take credit for all the naughty things he’s gotten up to.) Now, granted, with the focus being on Davey’s pleasure I was far more willing to have a straight woman involved in this threesome than I might be otherwise. *grin* Nothing against straight people, they can’t help it, they’re just born that way. But of course if I’m having a FMF threesome I would generally like the woman to be bi. But! This was a birthday present, so Davey’s pleasure was all that I was concerned with. I was also happy for the other woman to be someone I’ve very fond of and really comfortable with.

We got some Chinese for dinner and chatted happily at S.’s place. Davey could surmise basically what was going to happen, but he didn’t know the details. S. had suggested we use her underbed restraints (never before used, much to her chagrin) and tie Davey down to her bed and “have our wicked way with him.” She also suggested blindfolding him, so we did that as well. After dinner we went off to the bedroom and had him get naked and lie on the bed. Out came the restraints from under the bed and soon we had him secured down. We blindfolded him, but that turned out to be not his thing since he really gets off on seeing what’s going on. We kept him that way for a little while and he said he wasn’t sure who was doing what except for the fact that one of us was on one side of him and the other was on the other side. We took turns playing with his nipples, sucking his cock, licking his balls. He had a raging hard on the whole time. *grin* I showed S. the sweet spot just behind Davey’s ear. That’s the spot that has him slack-jawed and shivering in seconds. Just lick it hard and he’s a puddle of mush.

S. has the remarkable ability to come at the drop of a hat, or rather, the lick of a nipple. Davey licked and sucked at one of her nipples and she managed to come. Lucky girl. (I’m a wee bit jealous but ultimately happy for her. I just wish I could come that easily too. *sigh* Once upon a time I was nearly that orgasmic, although not quite.) After teasing Davey for a while I grabbed a condom, put it on him and got on top. I rode him for a while until I came (yes, my response is getting better, it wasn’t intense but it happened all the same). Next, we untied him (blindfold was off by this time) and he fucked S. with him on top. (And she had another several intense, squirting orgasms.) After Davey came, we all took a break. It’s nice when you have friends you’re so comfortable with that you can lay in bed naked with them and just chit chat away.

Davey was up for a second round a short while later, and this time he fucked me with him on top. I managed to come again (go me!) as did Davey, and we all decided to have another break. This time we got dressed (her apartment is cold!) and had some leftovers from dinner. We got to talking and while a round three was planned, before we knew it it was getting late and we were ready to say goodnight. (I was feeling tired, but as I expressed to those two, I had no issues with them going off for another fuck without me. But I think Davey was ready to call it a day as well.)

Judging by the huge grin on his face the entire time, I’m sure Davey liked his birthday present. Yet again I he said to me, “Best girlfriend ever!”

Reducing my dose of prozac seems to have helped somewhat with my sexual response. I’m hoping it will help further with a little more time. Davey and I had a good time in bed for his birthday, and I was more responsive than I’ve been in a while.

This weekend I got up to no good two nights in a row. I’ve been a busy girl. On Friday, I saw MasterDoc as usual. We went out to the swing club he’s been going to a lot lately – either with me or with S. There were quite a few eager single men there, as well as an eager older couple. I mean, the eager couple were senior citizens. We spent some time getting the lay of the land, trying to make eye contact with an attractive younger couple with no luck. We went off into one of the back rooms and spent some time cuddling before getting started. I sucked his cock for a while and he received a phone call while I was doing this (not the first time he’s answered his phone while we’re in the middle of something). He said something to the person on the other end of the phone about being sorry that she couldn’t join us. I wondered if this had to do with the surprise he said he had for me, but then said wasn’t going to happen. Indeed, it was a woman who he was seeking to join us for the evening.

A bit later, when we went to get out the little vibrator that we bring along, we discovered that the battery was dead. Oh no! He asked the owner of the club for a battery, and while the owner wandered off MasterDoc turned to me and said, “When he comes back I want you to grab the battery and thank him effusively.” I was mortified, but then humiliation was the point of that exercise. I’m very shy around new people, so to act like that was really hard for me. I did as I was told but I was embarrassed the whole time. The first battery didn’t work, but the owner came back with more and we got the vibe working again. I was happy to know that the vibe was at my disposal (if MasterDoc allowed me to use it, that is).

We went back into one of the back rooms, and as I went down on MasterDoc he allowed one of the single guys to begin groping me. Now, as long as I knew that MasterDoc was in control of the situation, I found it hot to be groped by complete strangers. The only time I got a little nervous was when the guy behind me put his hand down my pants and started fingering me – I wasn’t sure if MasterDoc could see what exactly the guy was doing. When someone else would reach a hand in and start touching me, I’d be reassured when MasterDoc would sternly tell them, “No touching without asking first.” Soon, at least two guys were groping my body while I sucked MasterDoc’s cock. The guys around me had their cocks out and were stroking themselves. MasterDoc got out a condom, and asked me if I wanted to get fucked. “Yes, Sir,” I replied. He then looked at one of the guys, held out the condom and asked, “Do you want to fuck her?”

Of course the guy was happy to oblige. And here was the first time I’ve ever fucked someone having absolutely no idea what their name is and having gotten only a glance at what they looked like. The guy fucked me from behind as I continued to suck MasterDoc’s cock. My moans were muffled by having the cock in my mouth. I’m sure the small crowd that had gathered in the room was glad to be watching, the guys probably hoping they’d be next to get a turn. Since I had no connection to the guy fucking me, whatsoever, it was all about the sensations in my cunt, and the thrill of doing something so naughty – fucking some complete stranger because MasterDoc decided to have me fuck him. Granted, I’ve fucked strangers before, but not someone whose name I hadn’t gotten, who I had no conversation with beforehand.

We fucked for a bit then MasterDoc decided he wanted to fuck me himself. He fucked me good and hard from behind and I made such a racket moaning. I just love being out at clubs because my loudness is desirable there. I love when MasterDoc fucks me, his cock feels so good. After fucking for a while he decided to let me come, despite my “auto-eject” feature (my muscles clamp down so much they push penises out). I came, screaming and moaning, and when my muscles pushed him out MasterDoc continued with his fingers. We had drawn quite a crowd by this time.

He decided that we should get dressed and move around a bit. I was feeling a little irked by the old guy (of the old couple) who, more than once, reached out and touched me without asking. I wasn’t interested in him to begin with, and his being so rude just annoyed the heck out of me. I trusted MasterDoc to take care of the situation (and he did), but I came really close to telling the guy to back off myself.

We hung out some more. At one point MasterDoc set me up in the back room with a blindfold on, playing with the magic wand through my clothes. Unfortunately the wand started numbing me a bit (the down side of the wand). It was getting late so MasterDoc decided we should go home (I was glad because I was getting pretty tired).

The next morning, he had me suck him for a bit then get on top and ride him. (Not enough time for foreplay, he just had me use lube to get myself ready.) We fucked for a while and I love how he grabs hold of my head and thrusts deep inside me. His hands block my ears for a moment and it’s a tiny bit of sensory deprivation. I’m getting all horny just thinking about it now. (Yup, the reduced prozac has given me back some of my libido.)

Next installment: what I got up to Saturday night as a surprise for Davey’s birthday. *grin*

I saw my psychiatrist today and he’s reducing my dose of prozac. He says I should give it two weeks and if my libido and orgasm issues haven’t resolved themselves by then I should call him and we’ll try something different. I like my shrink. He’s someone who you can talk about sexual issues with in a calm, no-big-deal sort of way, like two adults.

I’m feeling lonely tonight. Davey was away all weekend (and D.S. canceled plans on me again) so I’ve spent a lot of time by myself since Saturday morning. Davey’s out tonight at a hockey game, a birthday present to himself. I’m happy for him to go enjoy a hockey game, I’m just feeling sorta lonely and cranky tonight. I’ve been feeling like I want attention all weekend. Of course, I’m sure my being premenstrual plays into all this.

Aww, MasterDoc and S. just called me. MasterDoc picked up on my glum mood via my IMing with him a short while ago so he decided to give me a call. I tell you, he’s really good at picking up on my moods. Having some human contact perked me up a bit.

Looks like HPV is becoming a bigger issue for men now as well. Of course, I don’t think getting paranoid about HPV is useful since it’s an extremely common virus. It just makes checking up on your health even more important. I stick to a schedule of regular pap tests because it would be idiotic in this day and age to skip them and end up with cervical cancer. (Ok so the test doesn’t prevent cervical cancer, but it does detect cell changes early.)

I think that’s all I had to babble about tonight.

I got to spend a day with MasterDoc. Sometimes my work schedule works out so I get a full day with him. He was in the mood to do a show, but unfortunately everyone he had lined up to watch canceled. He seemed to be in a very Dom-ly mood, but I was in the mood to take a little pain (strangely I was also in the mood to cuddle). He’s discovered that flogging with oxygen tubing stings like the dickens but doesn’t really leave marks or do any real harm. I got spanked and flogged with the stingy oxygen tubing and my crop/slapper. He had me kneeling on the floor with my ass in the air. He said that he was going to take his time fucking me, and he slowly fucked me from behind, sometimes slapping my ass with his hands or the tubing. It felt so good and I begged to be allowed to come. He didn’t give me permission, and I rode the edge for a long time. Every now and then I’d start begging again, “Please, please let me come Sir.” I begged so pitifully that he decided to have mercy on me and let me come. He fucked me long and slow and I enjoyed every second of it. We spent the better part of a couple of hours fucking slowly in a few positions.

We tried to figure out another position so that perhaps I could be on my back, but MasterDoc’s back was bothering him so that limited our options. Finally we ended up with me on top, riding him like crazy. I really got into it and went past where I thought my stamina was. I was in a very slutty mood indeed. I’d get lost in my head, just enjoying how everything felt.

He fucked me again from behind, slowly. I moaned and moaned. Part of me wanted to say “hurt me” but I held back. He hit me with the tubing even without my saying it. As I came I got into the pain and came harder. Until recently I hadn’t thought of myself as a masochist, but I really do get off on pain sometimes. It’s all about context, and when I’m aroused it’s easier to convert pain to pleasure.

We went and lounged on his bed for a while afterward. He got to talking about having someone listen to us fooling around on the phone. My issues with talking on the phone came up. (It tends to make me very anxious and I don’t know what to say. Yes, I totally suck at phone sex.) He joked that the way to get me to make peace with using the phone is to use the phone on me in a sexual way. He was very silly putting his cordless phone up to my pussy, taking the antenna and sliding it in a bit. “You’re a kinky man,” I said, and related to him a Coupling episode where it’s implied that someone got “phoned” in that way.

We spent the rest of the day hanging out. That night, he decided that we should use a phone chat service to get someone to listen in to us having sex (with him doing the talking, me doing what I’m instructed to do). We got a guy calling himself Master something on the line. I did as I the guy directed, including licking MasterDoc’s asshole. (And we know how much I love that – not.) He described what I did blow by blow to the guy on the phone. I sucked MasterDoc’s cock and played with his asshole with my fingers. The conversation didn’t go on for long, but MasterDoc is trying to interest the guy in coming to one of our “shows.” After the phone call, MasterDoc told me to lay back and enjoy myself – he got out the magic wand and went to town on my cunt. Being a good girl, eager to please, pays off. I came so hard, over and over. I’m surprised he didn’t admonish me to be quiet, I don’t see how I couldn’t have been disturbing the neighbors. I thought my head was going to explode off my shoulders. *grin*

As he tucked me in that night, making sure I had a blanket in case I got cold, I said, “You’re sweet.”

“Yeah, well remember that when I’m pissing in your mouth.”

There are things that are cute only when he says them. If anyone else said them to me I’d be highly offended or upset. The dynamic we have wouldn’t work with me and just anybody. I find myself giving him far more control than I imagined giving anyone. I mean, I actually exercise because he checks up on me weekly. I think it takes a pretty strong man to take control of me, and to have me give up so much control.