Pleasurists #55

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Editor’s Pick

  • LELO Elise by Scintillectual
  • Remember when I said I was on hiatus from relationships? Well, I lied. I know, I know! I can hear my friends railing now about the fact that I jump into things too quickly and yes, she has already moved in with me. But, really, I do think she’s THE ONE. Before you get all hot and bothered, let me introduce you. Dear reader, this is LELO Elise.

    Note: Apparently I’m loving LELO reviews again this month (last week’s EP was LELO Ella)! I’ve read many many Elise reviews so they have to be special in order for them to catch my eye or make me want to finish them, and this one is written in an extremely entertaining manner so even if you’re burned out on LELO reviews like I thought I was it’s definitely worth the read.

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Scarlet Lotus St. Syr

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Kinky Librarian Book Review: As She’s Told by Anneke Jacob

A couple of months ago, an email arrived in my inbox from an author, Anneke Jacob, asking if I’d be interested in reviewing her book on my blog. Since it was a bdsm book I thought, why not? I hadn’t heard of the author before, but it turns out that As She’s Told is her second book (the first being Owned and Owner) and that it won the 2008 National Leather Association Pauline Réage Novel Award.

As She’s Told is the story of Anders and Maia – a couple who first become aware of each other in an online chat room for kinksters and later meet at a local munch in Toronto (like many kinksters, they are introduced by a mutual acquaintance). What draws Anders and Maia together is their mutual desire for a truly 24/7 total power exchange (TPE) relationship. They don’t want just the illusion that he’s in charge, they both want for him to truly be in charge and her to be enslaved.

Their relationship starts off gradually, and like any good Dom he makes sure things like her studies (to be an information professional – yes, a librarian!) are given priority. The book is realistic in that Maia isn’t instantly able to submit easily to all of Anders’ orders, but it follows her struggles in making her desire to be a slave real.

Interspersed in the text are IM conversations between Anders and his also kinky cousin Karl in Denmark. (Anders is Danish.) Karl is also a Dom, but one who’s in a Dom/Domme relationship. I like that various other kinksters interested in various types and levels of bdsm relationships are included. Anders and Maia are unique in the extent of the relationship they want, but other kinksters around them, like Val the lesbian dominant who works for Anders’ construction business, can relate on some levels, even if the relationship that develops between Anders and Maia is not what they’d want. There’s even a colleague/friend of Anders’ who appears a couple of times who is into kink, but whose wife isn’t and so he contains his desires and merely lives vicariously through others. There are certainly kinksters who choose to repress their kinky selves in order to make a vanilla relationship with someone they love work. While reading the  novel, however, the fact that these various “types” are depicted is pretty subtle. It doesn’t knock you over the head with – “and here’s another type of bdsmer!”

Eventually, Maia moves in with Anders into a house that he’s worked on himself. He’s made sure that wiring and such is up to code to make the fact that she will be locked and chained in the house regularly a safer prospect. Indeed, he thinks carefully about a variety of scenarios and does what he can to ensure her safety. He’s also soundproofed the place and installed cameras so he can watch her from his computer at work when he’s not home. Anders encourages Maia to have a part time job in an information centre, but her commute to and from work is monitored so that if she’s late she is punished for not making sure she got home right away. He has her in a leather harness every day, and she is very much aware of her bound status underneath her clothes. He gradually gets her to the point where she’s in a chastity belt and her orgasms are strictly controlled. The text goes back and forth from Maia’s personal view (where we get to see her struggles and happiness) and the third-person omniscient view of Anders and the rest of the characters.

I think that the novel is hot, and I like the realism in its presentation of a 24/7 relationship. I think that while 24/7 TPE is a fantasy for some, the reality takes so much careful work and consideration that it’s not feasible for many. While TPE is not my fantasy, I can still relate to the internal struggles to behave and please your dominant. I can relate to how hot and horny Maia would get when in bondage, objectified or beaten. The relationship progresses steadily and by the end of the book Maia gets to feel dehumanized and objectified completely. I had a little discomfort reading this, only because it’s not what turns my crank. People whose kink is objectification/dehumanization will totally love it. (And Maia and Anders are happy.)

Maia and Anders seem real. I was quickly involved in their developing relationship. He is a strict but loving Master and the relationship blossoms into something they’ve both only dreamed of. While he’s a sadist, he does clearly love and cherish her. The journey they share into the M/s dynamic is engaging. If you’re into power exchange, no matter what level of it,  you will enjoy this book. It’s not surprising that Jacob’s writing won the Pauline Réage Novel Award.

As She’s Told by Anneke Jacob is available from Pink Flamingo Publications, PO Box 632, Richland, MI 49083.

While I received this novel for free for reviewing purposes, I was not expected to give any particular sort of review. The views expressed here are my honest opinion, and I received no other benefits for this review other than a copy of the book.

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Birthday

Despite my depression the day before, my birthday was pretty good. (And Friday morning I woke up with a bit of a migraine aura. I haven’t had a migraine in a few years since I started taking magnesium, and this didn’t turn into a full-blown migraine, but to get to the point, when in the prodromal phase of a migraine I have often had severe mood issues a few days before the actual migraine. Alas, I only realize why when the migraine would eventually come on. But boy, does this help explain Tuesday! Thankfully, I only experienced the aura and postdrome today and avoided the pain, I guess through my regular taking of magnesium.)

So, while I still felt a bit emotionally fragile, my work day wasn’t too bad and that evening I got to have sushi with MasterDoc. He gave me a bracelet that I’ve been pining for for quite a while (first when I saw the grossly overpriced Tiffany model, then the pining became more realistic when Divasub pointed me to Eve’s Addiction.) It’s a chain with a lock (non-locking) so it’s an acceptable piece of jewelry to wear daily, but has enough bdsm symbolism to give me the warm fuzzies when I see it and think about being MasterDoc’s sub.

And I should point out here that I’m fortunate that my Dom is a doctor and the type of person to understand that things like clinical depression and migraine prodromes are somewhat out of my control. I am thankful that he understands. Of course in return I’ll do my best to understand and control my moods before they get out of control.

I fell back into sub mode on Wednesday. I was happy to do stuff even though it was my birthday. I scrubbed the kitchen counters (something that I try to keep on top of). I exercised without complaint. And consequently my evening was much nicer than the previous afternoon. When I’m happy, I’m so glad to serve. Service is much harder when I feel depressed or irritable.

We climbed into bed at one point and there was some erotic foreplay. I kissed his chest, rubbed “the spot.” (”The spot” is this particular place in the center of his upper chest that I and one of his friends [she named it] find soothing to stroke.) He directed my hand downward and I stroked his cock, then massaged around the base as he stroked it. He had me wet his fingers and he stroked my clit. We put the axis under my ass and he fucked me. It was wonderful. I only squirted a little when I came (he pointed out that he had drained me the day before) but I had delicious, hard orgasms.
I was very happy and so the second round of fucking was a total bonus. He took me from behind, and fucked me until I was frantically moaning. I could feel the mushroom head of his cock sliding along the inside of my vagina. It was as if I could feel every stroke of his cock in minute detail. The build up lead to terrific orgasms when he gave me permission to come. He’s gotten better at managing my vagina of steel and not getting his cock pushed out when I come. (I also try a bit to control the clamping down.) I came for quite a while as he continued to push his cock into my spasming cunt. I was euphoric. I cuddled up after and let him know that I was so very sorry for my outburst the day before. I felt so happy to be in his arms and to remember that I’m loved.

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Sex and Tea

So MasterDoc knew that orgasms and/or a beating would help improve my mood. After we had talked quite a bit, we were able to sit and relax and reconnect. I made myself a cup of tea and we had this exchange:

“What type of tea did you make?”

“Regular black tea.”

“No, no, I know that but you usually make something good, you’re a bit of a connoisseur of teas.”

“Oh I made PG Tips. I’d say it’s the best bagged tea I can get.”

“PG what?”

“PG Tips. It’s big in England.”

“Oh an Anglo thing, of course. I should have known with you.”

“Well the English know quite a bit about making tea. What do Americans know? We threw it in the bay. That’s not how you make a pot of tea!”

We thought it was funny at the time. I hope it translates here.

Relaxation and cuddling led to porn watching and sex. I rode his cock for a while until he decided to spank my ass – hard. In the fragile mental state I was in today I couldn’t process the pain. He smacked me a few times and I burst into tears. Yup, even wonderful MasterDoc miscalculates sometimes. We stopped, cuddled and he acknowledged that probably just now I need support and love rather than pain.

MasterDoc knew that orgasms would improve my mood even if a beating wasn’t quite right. He teased me with the magic wand until I was rolling my hips trying to keep the vibration directly on my clit. I started to moan and he added the archer wand (glass dildo) and fucked me with it. He had me take over using the Hitachi on myself, and he proceeded to fuck me with the glass toy. When he told me to come, I had incredible rolling orgasms. I squirted massively, multiple times. The archer wand is curved just right to hit my g-spot so I suppose the rain shower that issued forth from me wasn’t a big surprise. Thankfully I had put the throe on the bed or the mattress would have been soaked. When he cuddled me after, I put down a towel on the puddle and pretty much immediately the towel was soaked through.

This was pretty appropriate considering the porn I had selected was “lesbian bukkake.” Yes, women squirting all over each other. It’s kinda hot.

I truly am blessed with multiple orgasms. I had just kept coming over and over again. I was entirely unaware of anything other than my orgasms. I did feel better after (how could I not!?), and I cuddled MasterDoc tight. I love being in his arms. I would have been totally miserable if I had stormed out earlier in the afternoon.

Next, I played with his ass to help him come. We watched more porn (and I had to resist making commentary on it… the theme was two best friends get it on and have a male escort join them. Yes, women fuck their best friends all the time. I’m sure men do that too. What, you don’t? Oh that’s right, we don’t either.) and I massaged his ass. I think I keep getting better with practice and have learned to take my time, massage his thighs and then his ass, then very slowly work lubed hands into the area by his asshole. Stroke and press against there for a while and then when he asks I slide a finger in. I followed his direction when he told me to press forward or massage inside his ass. It really is satisfying to help him reach a fantastic orgasm. Watching someone shudder and pant a little with pleasure as they come, and knowing you helped, is a great feeling.

He offered to make me come again, and I was really happy. I hadn’t expected more. (The orgasms earlier were phenomenal. Really, what more could a woman want?) I lay the throe back down and put a towel over it. It was the towel he had just jerked off onto. When I lay down I got a cold wet feeling on my arm all of a  sudden. Yup, his come this time, not mine. He just used his fingers to bring me to orgasm the second time around. And again, I came over and over. The man doesn’t need toys. He has talent. And again I felt overwhelmed with happiness that I hadn’t stupidly walked out. I cuddled up to him and didn’t want to move. The depression from earlier was replaced with a bit of chagrin over how irrationally I had been thinking earlier. MasterDoc has vowed to pay closer attention to my mental state and not let me get to the crazy part of things. When I’m rational, I can see that he’s been the best person ever to watch my moods and help me get depression under control.

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Mid-30’s Crisis

I had a meltdown today. It was a combination of factors. I turn 37 tomorrow. Like other women my age who have not had children I’m starting to get scared about the fact that every passing year my ability to have a child lessens. I’m not even sure I want a child. I get these little fantasies about having a little girl (yup, typical!) and teaching her things, taking her to her first day of school. But when I give it more considered thought I realize that I would have to drastically change my lifestyle. Obviously whoever I had the baby with would be the person I spent the most time with as we would be raising a child together. What would happen with my other relationships? It would be much harder to get away to spend time with MasterDoc, or go to a swing party, or get a good beating. Up until a couple of years ago, I was dead set on NOT having a child. And I figured if I changed my mind late in life I could adopt – because ultimately I don’t have the feeling that I have to give birth to a child to love it. I realized that I didn’t want to sacrifice my life enough to do so, and that knowing that and living childless would be the smartest option for myself and any child I could potentially have. If I’m going to parent I want to be committed to it 100%. But the question is, do I want to commit to it 100%? Or even 60%?
So I’m going through this “baby” crisis I’m sure other women my age have gone through. I worry – will I get to old age and feel like I missed out on an important life experience? Who will take care of me when I’m old? But on the other hand I’ve long had worries that I’d be like my mother and have a rough relationship with the child and I really am NOT close to my mother. Having a child doesn’t guarantee having someone around to take care of you when you’re old. I think this has also hit now because over the past three years or so suddenly my friends went from being all unmarried and without children (with rare exceptions) to some of them being married, having kids, settling down. Or being a bit older and having done the family thing and now moved on to enjoying the time they have now that their kids are grown.
There’s also the fact that I could see myself co-parenting with MasterDoc, but as he’s in his mid 50’s he’s not interested in starting over again. He has a kid in college. He has a lifestyle he’s presently happy with. While there have been men in their 50s (or even older) who have fathered children, it’s understandable that most people in their 50s (and up) don’t want to start all over again. And while Davey adores me and would do the family thing if I really wanted one, he doesn’t really want it himself and I think that we have enough similar weaknesses that perhaps he’s not the best one to parent with. And again, do I actually want to do that anyway? Is the desire to have a child based on reality or based on hormones or a sense that time is closing its window for me?
So today I was in crisis. I’ve also been realizing that probably I won’t be as important as I’d like to be to MasterDoc (and that I’ve been terrible in taking Davey for granted). I wondered if I should break up with MasterDoc and go find another Dom who wants more closely what I do. We spent a very teary afternoon talking, and I made him feel terrible. AND I made myself feel terrible. I don’t really want to leave him. I have a wonderful time with him. My life is enhanced having him in it. So it’s not perfect, but you know, it’s really asking a hell of a lot for a relationship to be perfect. I have two wonderful, imperfect relationships with two good men who love me. Maybe I need to spend a little more time appreciating how happy I am much of the time.
I think part of the problem is that I suffer from depression – and so if I feel at all sad or dissatisfied I go off the deep end. I pull away. I bottle things up. I think in black and white. Negative thoughts spiral out of control in my head. And then like a volcano eventually I explode. It’s perfectly reasonable that I’m sad that things with MasterDoc will probably never be the intensity I’d like. But it’s not reasonable that I think it means I have to pull the plug on something that makes us happy.

I’m worn out this evening from the tears. I really do a bang up job of making myself unhappy. I was so utterly and completely miserable. I can’t believe that earlier today I was considering walking out of MasterDoc’s place and going home for good. A better indication of how this was depression rather than what I truly wanted is that I couldn’t picture doing anything other than committing suicide if I walked out of there. I pictured going home and putting my head in the oven. (Goes back to the old affinity I had for Sylvia Plath as a depressed teenager.) I felt horrible. I felt horribly unhappy. I only focused on the imperfect things and forgot the wonderful (perfect even!) facets of my relationship with him. I got extremely morbid and started figuring out that I have enough money in my bank accounts to finish off any outstanding medical bills and cover a funeral for me. I saw no future other than a dark tunnel and death.

I need to spend more time thinking about this baby issue, but thinking about how my life would change if I did it, rather than the idealized fantasy. Life is not one big idealized fantasy. I espouse polyamory virtues right and left but then I find myself thinking that I need to have one relationship meet all my needs. I have more than one relationship of value in my life. I need to start focusing on that. I think I need to deprogram society’s monogamous ideal from my head even more. I can’t see myself not being with Davey or MasterDoc. Why on earth do I feel that I need to focus on one relationship? When I was monogamous, I was never quite happy that I couldn’t explore things with other people.

The sad part is that I may be making up things to be unhappy about. I may be dwelling on things I don’t even want in reality.

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e[lust] #1

Lilly has started up a new compilation to fill the vacuum left by sugasm going on indefinite hiatus. I’m happy to say I contributed to volume one. Check out the terrific blogging featured below. – NW

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HNT Courtesy of Coy Pink

Welcome to the first edition of e[lust]! Below is your source for inspirations of lust and sexual intelligence from a wide range of sex bloggers. Want to be included in the next edition? Submission period opens for e[lust] # 2 on November 20th – subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for all updates! Check out the submission guidelines and rules of general conduct here.

This week’s top three picks as chosen by fellow e[lust] participants:

At Your Service - His hand pushes on my thigh and I turn away from him, allowing him to inspect my ass. His hands spread my ass cheeks and again I flood with wetness.

Cinderella – “‘I want to fuck you…’ he growled, nipping at her neck and kissing down over her breasts, biting at her nipples through the fabric, making her cry out.

Anal Sex Pt 2: The Ins and Outs of Butt Sex - Butt sex is what you make of it. Enjoy yourselves, be careful, and try everything that looks interesting.

Editor’s Pick:

The Slut Chronicles #5 – The Flight Delay – “When her eye caught his blatantly checking her out, he only grinned wider, with no remorse at all and it was she who blushed furiously.”

A note from the editor: And so it begins…

See also: Pleasurist’s #54 for your sex toy review needs.

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Writing

Just A Little Taste

Older and Better Than Ever

Good Morning

Your Eyes

MFM: The Student. The Teacher.

Get Me Off

The Club & Introductory Note

Don’t Come

The City

Howl at the Moon

Rimjob

Consumed

The Devil Inside

One of the Greats

Room Service


Kink & Fetish

A Busy Night

Bad Taste?

Protocols

The Illusion of Beginning: Pt 1

“You hit me…”

Reconnecting

Too Many Buttons

Nadia’s Wishing Box

The Mason Jar

So Sexy Boots

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Swing Shift Vol. 18 – Safe Sex and Getting Tested

Libido Resurrection Programme™

Check Up

Oh, Baby, Baby

UnderRated: Fucking the Mind

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Vixen Invites

I’m Quoted in Time Out NY!

Top Five Tuesday – Euro Studs

She Makes Me Feel Like a Whore

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Lips Parted

We started the evening with some hugs and cuddles in bed. They’re naked cuddles of course, the best kind.

He asked if I’ve had enough cuddles and when I say yes he told me to suck his cock. I shifted so that I’m leaning on my side by his cock. I take it in my mouth and work it until it’s hard. He acts again on a request I put in the wishing box – he takes firm hold of my head and pushes me down onto his cock. I feel the tip of it hit the back of my throat and I’m surprised at how comfortable I’ve gotten with deep throating. My gag reflex doesn’t always cooperate, but it was doing a fine job relaxing last night. He gags me on his cock a few times and the saliva flows, making for a better, wetter blow job. I enjoyed feeling his cock at the back of my throat and plunged it that deep myself many times.

After a while, he has me stop, and we chat a bit. He takes a look at the wishing box and I’m hopeful that perhaps more of my wishes will become reality. He has me get the ring gag, which I’ve never really used. I’ve just tried it on myself for the review I wrote. He also has me get lube, condoms, a hard dildo (I select the archer wand) and all the nipple clamps. Between the two of us, we have two pair of crocodile clamps and one pair of clover clamps. I’m eager, yet anxious about the clamps. They were another item I named in the wishing box.

He had me put the ring gag in my mouth. My mouth grew a bit dry, but as I got aroused I forgot all about the dryness. He had me laying on my back. If I was on hands and knees some drooling probably would have come of the gag. I could communicate a little, but since I couldn’t move my jaw it was very limited.  It was hot having my mouth held open. It’s a bit humiliating to be awkwardly open-mouthed in a gag.

He gets between my thighs and takes one pair of the crocodile clamps. Instead of using them on my nipples he puts one clamp on my left labia.  He takes the other crocodile clamp and does the same on my right labia. He pulls the labia open with the other end of the clamps and drapes the chains by my thighs. I’m turned on by this, and he flicks my clit hard. Ow! He gets up and gets the flashlight and examines my pussy closely. It’s arousing and embarrassing to have someone look so closely. And since he’s a doctor I worry he’ll find something wrong.

Apparently everything looks okay, and he lubes up the archer wand. He slides the cold glass dildo along my open cunt. He gently presses the ball end of the dildo against my vagina. It slides in slowly and he takes his time fucking me with it. While he does this slow fucking I’m aching to be fucked hard. He teases me. I ache more. He gradually starts to fuck me harder but I’m not sure I’m at the point where I can come – but then he tells me to and I do right away despite doubt just seconds earlier. (It’s so cool to be so well-trained!)

As I come I squirt even more than usual. It’s like a flood onto the pillow and throe under my ass.  I feel the liquid shoot out of my pussy. I’m coming so hard I hold my breath. I groan through the gag holding my mouth open.

He tells me I’ve had enough and removes the dildo. Next he takes the clamps off, and goes into the bathroom to wash up. I lay there in my puddle of come with gag in until he returns and tells me to remove it. I clean up a bit, and a trip to the bathroom reveals a swollen cunt from all the arousal and orgasm.

Round 2

We relax in the living room, and after a while MasterDoc heads back into the bedroom. He reads for a bit and I wait hopefully to see if he’ll call me in for more sex.

He does have me come in along with his laptop. I finish reading the chapter in the kinky novel I’m reading while he selects some porn. We chat a bit, and I admit – reluctantly – that I’m starting to find the idea of him pissing on me to be erotic. He teases me – “You sick freak! It’s one thing to want to piss on someone, but to want to be pissed on is sick!” I sigh.

We try fucking with me in front of him, both of us laying on our sides. It immediately becomes apparent this isn’t going to work. He has me get up on hands and knees and fucks me for a long time. My eager pussy envelops his hard cock. He pushes me to the edge where I’m desperate to come. He keeps me there. I’m moaning and while I enjoy the sensations immensely I want to come.

When he gives me permission to come, my vagina clamps down but doesn’t immediately push his cock out. It takes a few spasms for his cock to slowly be pushed out. I squirt some more, wetting the throe and axis, which I’m leaning on. I swear, I had the hardest orgasm I have ever had. I know that “I came hard” is easily the most overused phrase on this blog, but I was totally in outer space during this orgasm. I felt like I had absolutely no control over my body as it just kept coming and coming. I couldn’t breathe and I wondered if I could keep coming. I would think, “I need to stop. I need to breathe,” but he’d slap my pussy or stroke my clit and I would come all over again. When he’s finished with me, I lay face down on the bed and slowly catch my breath. I am in a total daze.

After I’ve recovered a little, MasterDoc has me play with his ass to help him come. I was supposed to work in a dildo we had around but I misunderstood somehow. I did slowly massage his ass, his thighs and then with well-lubed fingers I started gently probing at his asshole. When his sphincter relaxes I slowly slide one finger in. I move the finger around inside him caressing the insides of his anus. I work another finger in when I can, and with the two fingers I try to turn my hand so that my fingers press into his prostate by the front wall. I don’t think I quite had it right, but it worked nonetheless and he stroked his cock to orgasm. I could feel the strong muscles of his anus clench around my fingers. In retrospect, the dildo would have been an advantage then over my fingers.

I go wash up, then come back to relax with MasterDoc on the bed. His come looks sort of like mucus on the towel, but I resist saying this because he would have most assuredly made me lick it up.

I slept wonderfully last night. I’m sure the blissful afterglow from the orgasms, coupled with the exercise I did earlier in the afternoon (not to mention the top to bottom cleaning of his bathroom after the ceiling was fixed) made my body relax even more than usual.

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HNT – Cheating

The Professor sent us a pic of Alexis’ ass after the caning Saturday. So I’m cheating and using her butt for my HNT.

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Coming and Caning

MasterDoc said I was overdue for a beating, and after watching Alexis get caned that afternoon I was really keen for one. I was horny, as I so often am around MasterDoc.

He lay on the floor, leaning against the scoop, and had me over to suck his cock. At one point I asked if we could put the mat down if we were going to be on the floor as it would be more comfortable. He thought a moment, and I could tell it was a question of – do I grant her request or do I make her suck it up and suffer a little because I’m the one in control? Ultimately, I had to suck it up and continue to sit on the rug blowing him. And in some ways that is the most satisfactory answer I could have gotten.

I did a lot of cocksucking Saturday, between the Professor and MasterDoc. But lately I really enjoy putting MasterDoc’s hard cock in my mouth. He pushed my head down at one point, so that I was gagging on his cock, like I had wished for. It was yummy! As I came back up and gasped for air, I was all too happy to put my salivating mouth back on his cock right after. He enjoyed my cocksucking skills, and I feel quite pleased with myself when I go down on him lately. He’s trained me well and I think the training comes in handy with other men as well.

We put the mat down, and MasterDoc got a bit distracted by the television. I cuddled up to him and hoped that we would move on to some beating or fucking. When his attention returned to me, he had me suck his cock some more until it was good and hard. Then he had me get on top and ride him. Somehow, my clit was super sensitive and it was too intense as it rubbed against his tummy while I fucked him. I had to reach down and try to arrange my labia so that it covered the clit a bit. I worked through the sensitive clit issue, and was ready to come in a short while. When he gave me permission to come I fell forward as my body spasmed. His cock got pushed out and I kept coming even without direct genital stimulation. I was practically smothering the poor man as I collapsed on top of him.

We took another break, and I was hoping that he’d secure me over the scoop like Alexis had been, but instead he had me on my knees, ass in the air. He spanked me for a while to warm me up, and then he took to the lightest cane he has. He worked me over with it – stopping when the pain was too much for me and I needed to breathe deeply and slowly to regain control over my wits. He pushed me farther with the cane than I think we’ve ever gone. I should check to see if I have any marks today. He not only caned my ass but also my upper thighs a bit. He tickled me a little by running the cane down my back and sides. I was in subspace heaven. Just when I thought he might be done he’d start caning me again. Eventually, he finished and let me lie down.

I should have asked for a cuddle then, as I really needed some aftercare, but I was too lost in my own headspace to verbalize anything. It wasn’t until MasterDoc went to bed a short while later that I realized that I really wanted some hugs. I had to put that off until the next morning. But I certainly survived. It was nice to go to sleep next to him at least.

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The Professor and Alexis

Saturday afternoon, a Dom and his submissive came over to MasterDoc’s place. He’s going to be known as the Professor and she is Alexis. MasterDoc connected with the Professor via Craigslist (thus prompting my tweet, “Craigslist: Bringing perverts together since 1995″) this weekend. The main plan was to give Alexis a sybian ride, but they brought some toys as well. (canes, flogger)

After they arrived, we chatted briefly. I had been made to answer the door in my maid costume, complete with fishnet stockings and high heels. MasterDoc is quite fond of it. After I tweeted that he’s “inordinately” fond of it, he’s threatened to send me to the corner store in it. I really, really, really hope he’s kidding.

Alexis knelt on the floor next to the Professor as he sat on the sofa with MasterDoc. I sat in a chair, as my relationship with MasterDoc does not have me sit on the floor (a big part of this is probably because of my knee problems). We chatted a bit. I was fairly quiet, Alexis was almost totally quiet.

When things got started, Alexis went off to the next room to change. She came back in bra and panties and thigh high boots. In the meanwhile, I went and got all the restraint pieces that go with my Liberator scoop. It took a little time, but ultimately Alexis was arranged laying over the scoop (rounded side) with her wrists and thighs cuffed to the scoop. (It comes with thigh cuffs.)  The initial angle wasn’t right for MasterDoc and I to watch so he and the Professor shifted Alexis around, as if she were part of the furniture.

The spanking started, Professor taking one side, MasterDoc the other. It was a little tough since both of them are right-handed. Her ass was rosy before too long. I was asked if I wanted to give it a go, and I think I surprised MasterDoc when I said yes. Of course, I got teased for hitting her too lightly at first, so I picked up the intensity a bit. I didn’t do it for long though. Next, the Professor got out his flogger and used it on her ass. She would yelp after a particularly sharp hit. MasterDoc flogged her as well. Next came the canes. Yikes! He had a fairly thick cane (I think a bit thicker than the thickest one we have – and we’ve never gone as far as that one with me). Wow, did he leave stripes! He started out tapping it on her ass, but moved up to some sharp strikes. She would leap up as far as the restraints would allow her and cry out. He’d order her back down and she’d lay down for more caning.

MasterDoc had me get the magic wand (and the throe) so that he could tease me on the sofa while Alexis got caned. As he started teasing me, the Professor came over to get a better look. I closed my eyes and felt the thrum of the wand against my pussy. MasterDoc moved it around, teasing me. He’d put it right on my clit but move it before I could get too worked up. It was decided that the Professor was going to give Alexis six more cane strikes, and that when he got to the sixth, I was allowed to come.

MasterDoc teased me all along, and the caning seemed to take forever. When the Professor got to number six though, I came in my usual hard, screaming, writhing and squirting fashion. The Professor came over for a closer look, and I squirted a huge puddle as he watched and held my legs apart. Thank goodness we put the throe down! The couch would have been soaked with my juices. I grasped wildly at MasterDoc as I came.
Alexis’ ass was red, striped and even had a bit of flayed skin. For the rest of the afternoon, if her bottom was touched she’d yelp and wince. I don’t doubt she is still having trouble sitting. After her calmly taking the caning, it was time to make her feel good. The Professor bound her wrists with rope with a good length between them, and the men got her on the sybian. MasterDoc worked the controls (something he has gotten really skilled at) and soon she was coming very, very hard. At one point the Professor made her look at him, and then look at me. I feel awkward keeping eye contact as I know it’s something that’s very difficult for me.

After Alexis had enough, she had a rest and a cuddle with her Dom. I cuddled with MasterDoc.

Next, I was ordered on my knees in front of MasterDoc and I had to suck his cock. He ordered me to look at the Professor as  I did so. I felt pretty comfortable with him, so it wasn’t quite as hard as it sometimes is, but I still had trouble keeping eye contact. Alexis was on her knees by this time sucking the Professor’s cock as he sat on the couch as well. After a bit, the men had us change places and I went right over and started sucking the Professor’s cock. Alexis started in on MasterDoc’s. The Professor asked me to lick his nipples and I did so. It was hard from that position to reach them, so he suggested I lay on the floor next to him. He lay down and I went for his nipples – something he quite enjoyed. (MasterDoc’s nipples are super-sensitive, so I have to leave his alone.) Alexis took over sucking his cock, and the Professor asked if I could straddle his head. MasterDoc was fine with this and so I did. The Professor licked at my clit and pussy and I was soon moaning. MasterDoc came over, and started slapping my face and calling me whore – and as usual that got me really hot. I moaned even more. While it’s often difficult for me to come from cunnilingus, I was on the verge of orgasm in no time. I asked MasterDoc for permission to come, and he granted it. I came hard, the Professor had a finger inside me as my muscles did their extreme clenching. Wow. I was quite happy after. I lay down to rest.

Alexis had the Professor on the verge of orgasm and he had her place her mouth firmly over his cock as he came. She swallowed every last drop of come. MasterDoc was a little bummed that she swallowed right away as he likes seeing the come in a woman’s mouth after.

The Professor and Alexis had to get going, so that was about the end of our afternoon together. It was a lot of fun and hopefully we will see them again. After that, I was itching for a beating of my own.

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