A little manners go a long way

This was his second week of testing. Writer sub had impressed me the previous week with his perfect score but somehow I knew this week, taking a test based solely on facts about me he might not do perfectly.  But I’m a complicated woman and I knew watching him take the test over his shoulder would increase an already pressure inducing situation. I can be evil sometimes.

I knew what his score was before he finished but refused to let on one way or another. Not telling him things I know he wants to know exerts my power. And after having him read an erotic story that contained some boy-on-boy action I told him to stand up, hands behind his back. I then blindfolded him, removed the panties (see Thursday) he wore and began to wrap his hands and arms together with bondage tape. I’ve found that blindfolds work wonders in certain D/s scenes. For me I get to avoid the pleading look that sometimes comes with spankings and for the submissive they get to focus on what I’m saying and what I’m doing. My breasts can be distracting and being the thoughtful Mistress I am, I take that into consideration haha.

I ran my hand over his chest and buttocks inspecting him as I walked around him in a circle and tweaked his nipples a little until they stood erect. Then I placed a clothespin on each of them and gave a light squeeze.

He sucked in his breath and then let out a beautiful moan. Yes, that’s the sound I was waiting for.

I directed him to lie down on the ottoman near his feet. This placed him in quite the position: clothes-pinned nipples rubbing against the edge of the ottoman, hands tied, ass up.

WHAP!

WHAP!
WHAP!

WHAP!

I used my dominant hand to spank his bare bottom. I grabbed Bianca from the shelf and gave him 20 or so smacks to both cheeks. They were beginning to pink but not enough. I scratched his back and bit his bottom , really sinking my teeth into his succulent flesh. He moaned again, arching his back.

I started to tease his ass hole as I know he’s an anal slut. At first I would spank his bottom and then run my hand over it, ever so carefully nearing his puckered pinkness. A few minutes of this and his member was already standing at attention in the hand I had wrapped around it. I inched closer to his asshole now rubbing my hand just on the outer rim. His moans now sounded more desperate.

The vibrating egg I had next me was what I reached for as I rubbed it around his hole. He wriggled now, trying to back into it but I kept pulling it away just as he would get near. I looked around at his face and saw him biting his lip and smacked his exposed cheek just to see it jiggle. His ass was a pleasing rouge color now. Taking both hands I pried open his cheeks more, to expose him to me and then I spit directly into his anus, thrusting the egg vibrator in immediately after.

This delighted him as he started to fuck the egg as best he could with his hands tied and on his knees. I pushed it in a little deeper and watched him accommodate it with ease. I would occasionally increase the intensity of the vibrations with the attached remote control just to hear his groaning fluctuate.  We went on like this for awhile, spanking, thrusting, wriggling, stroking, biting before I realized he could be getting close to coming and there would be none of that today.

“Kneel,” I commanded.

He lifted up from the position he was in and I took the spot his head had laid. I sat in front of him now with my legs spread, wrapped around his thighs and guided him closer towards me. I was eye level with his still pinned nipples and decided to use that as an advantage (then again, when doesn’t the Mistress have an advantage?).

I gripped the ends of the clothespins on his nipples with my teeth and applied pressure causing them to tighten even more. He squealed a little. I removed them and begin sucking on his obviously sore nipples, he seemed to enjoy this more, so I put them back on and flicked him a little with my hand.  Standing up I walked around him again, sucking on his neck, scratching his belly and back, causing him to verbally expel his desire in animalistic sounds.

“The words you’re looking for are ‘Thank you’”, I reminded him.

“Thank you Miss L,” he obediently replied in between pleasing sighs.

Want to play a game?

That's what the new bf whispered to me tonight while we were lying in bed tonight. We had just winded down an intense ten minutes of biting and scratching and dry humping and he sounded almost out of breath with his question. 

"What kind of game," I asked him playfully. 

"A game where you're a Mistress and I'm a slave" he responded. 

This was said with no hesitation at all on his part. I thought before answering: Are we ready for this? Honestly even though the month has only begun he has been having a streak of bad luck; two broken cars, work stress, family issues, broken laptop...and today a bad haircut was added to the list. As he quizzed me on where his collar and leash were I realized he not only really wanted this, he needed it. The more we talked about it the more I realized this might help him de-stress a bit. And I can't lie and say I wasn't eager to resume my rightful role as his Mistress. 


"You're only my slave while the collar is on and you know the safety word. When the collar is off we'll be done," I reminded him as I fished out his collar and leash from my sex toy box. 

He nodded eagerly with his hands already clasped behind his back. I immediately ordered him to strip. He did this in a flash. Then I put the collar and leash on him. It fit like an old glove and I made him model it for me before he got on his knees. Oh, the sight of him back on his knees again was almost too much but I played it cool. 

"Bend over and put your hands on the couch!" I ordered. He did as he was told.

"Last night your Mistress was horny. So horny and you were not here to please her," I said this as I begin to spank his ass. 

He moaned and squealed. "Thank you Mistress," were the only words he needed to say. 

I tugged on his leash between his legs as I alternated between spanking him and biting his thighs. 

Okay, okay, I am officially ready to admit I have an oral fixation. I made him finger me and God was I wet. I made him put his face between my thighs and then I closed them tightly around his head. I could feel him wiggling his tongue and rubbing his lips against my pussy under my panties. 

"May I touch my Mistress?" he asked when I finally let him up for air. I shook my head and said, "No, ask me again later." 

Between the fingering and the teasing of his face I was getting too worked up so I made him get back on his knees then I pulled his leash taunt. He was now close to my face when I commanded him to open his mouth. I spit in his mouth and just as he was swallowing I slapped him in the face. 

"Thank you Mistress," were again his words. 

My head was reeling. I love seeing submission in action more than anything and hearing him thank me for something others might want to punch me for turned me on. The techno music in the background was almost in time when I continued with my spankings as I heard the lyrics: "I don't mean to when I hurt you. But I need you, I can show you." What was this song that was randomly playing? 

I placed clothespins on his nipples, then on his balls, tied him up with his own leash, I spanked him some more, I even found myself caressing him at some point (something I rarely did when we were only Mistress/slave). But, eventually my desires got the best of me and I made him get the dildo. This time I did cum with it. Then I told him afterward that I wanted to see him cum for me and he obeyed like a good boy. After what I would describe as our session, he asked me how he did and if I liked it. We talked about it some and that felt good because we never really did that before. He said what was I thinking which was, he would like us to have both BDSM and vanilla in our relationship, not just one or the other. 

I'm hoping we can find a fitting balance for us. I have to admit I've been feeling a bit selfish lately. He has family in town from overseas (they've been here since July) and they are scheduled to be living in about 10 days. We don't get to spend much time together on a daily basis just an hour or two here and there, and always late in the evening. I'm beginning to feel like the ugly step-child here who can only come out once all the normal folks go off to bed but I realize he's being a good host, son, and brother and once they leave I'll have him all to myself again. 

But really, patience is NOT a virtue of mine. Not to mention I found out last night an old fling of mine just tied the knot with some eHarmony Ho. So, I'm feeling a bit dejected but trying to think positively... 

So anyway the positive---the countdown has begun: T Minus-10 Days

My new best friend Astroglide

Last weekend proved to be interesting to say the least. I've come to the conclusion that the new bf and I cannot lay in bed together without some fondling, some teasing, some biting, and just general hanky panky taking place. If I didn't know any better I'd forget that we see each other nearly everyday. Sunday started out innocently enough. 

The light caressing, the tiny kisses along the outline of my body, light tongue flickers. He's getting better at getting me wound up. As he nears my ass (have I mentioned how much I enjoy having my ass played with?) I start arching up. I know that he loves this view, as he is not shy of telling me. He spreads my pussy open from behind; a sure way to make me insta-wet and he begins to kiss again along the outline of my ass. He's driving me crazy now and he knows it. 

This is the perfect opportunity for him: "Can I fuck you in the ass tonight?" he whispers in my ear from behind as he grinds his hard, clothed cock up against me. 

Before I know what I've said the word "Yes" has escaped my mouth. 

Being a woman of my word, there is no going back now (unless it's my back door). I am slightly anti-lube, as I believe it takes away from the feeling of anal. So, now that I am thoroughly wet and panting like a bitch in heat he gets on top of me and spreads my legs open. He positions his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slips in with such ease that I gasp in for air, shocked by the feeling of being stuffed with hard cock. We do this for a bit before I go start to down on him. I love sucking cock, I've been told it's somewhat my specialty, so I proceed to thoroughly run my pierced tongue around the head of his cock. He moans in ecstasy and I start to suck harder and faster now, being careful to pull his balls a little each time I come up. He squirms under me and I start to kiss my way back up to his nipples. These are my new favorite biting spots. I lick around the left one and kiss it slowly before quickly biting it hard, he squeals. I feel like a snake who has stalked and struck their prey before they know what's happened. It's a good feeling that courses thru me as I hover over him. I lick his lips. 

"Can you please spit in my mouth?" he asks. 

"No" I state. "Please, please" he begs again. 

"Ask me in Arabic," I reply. 

It turns me own immensely to hear him speak his native language. Especially in bed. Sometimes when I get really into sex I start speaking in one of the 6 languages I know, I'm a bit of a linguist you could say, so hearing him speak something other than English is very hot. He utters a phrase in Arabic. I hop on top of his cock now and situate myself on him so that he is balls deep inside me. 

"Again" I say as I ride him slowly using my hand on his chest for leverage. 

This time his response is more breathy and the words seem to tumble out of his mouth over and over. 

"Open your mouth" I say in my most sultry voice. 

He opens his mouth for me and I lean down to kiss his lips before spitting in his mouth. He moans and I can feel his cock swelling inside of me. I slip off of him after whispering "I'm ready" into his ear. I lay down on my side and I feel him enter me slowly. We talked about anal a few nights prior and I told him explicitly that he would have to listen to me completely. I hate when guys get showy cause they're fucking you in the ass and think they can go wild with it, not slowing down or easing up when you request so. He has agreed that he will listen to me while we do this. 

His head slowly starts to penetrate me. It's a little rough at first so I grab the ever faithful Astroglide and apply just a few drops to his cock. He slides in as if his cock were meant for my ass. We start off slowly but quickly pick up the pace. I know that my moaning at 3am is loud and that my roommate will possibly hear me but honestly I don't give a fuck at this point. I am being fucked in the ass proper and can't think of much else. Somehow I end up on top of him with his dick still in my ass and this is my absolute favorite! I love being skewered on a cock like this. He starts bouncing me up and down on his cock and I tell him that he can finally fill my ass since he has been good and kept stopping (to prolong the sex) as he got close to orgasm. He tries to fill me but cannot, and honestly I don't give him much time. 

I begin laughing and say "Oh well". 

He says he just needs longer and I tell him that it doesn't matter now, he has had his chance and blown it (but not literally). We continue on this way as I banter him about what would have happened... 

"All that cum you have inside of you, just waiting to explode inside me. I love having my ass filled with cum," I quip. 

"Please don't tease me," he says aloud. 

I laugh. "Oh I bet you have so much cum that I wouldn't have been able to hold it all. It would've ran out of my tight ass and down my thighs," I say, this time I say this as I grind harder on his cock still in my ass. He starts to request if he may fill my ass now. But I decline. 

I say very sternly, "Do not cum in my ass!"  

He begs more. 

As much as I love his begging I command him not to cum. This time I tell him that maybe next time when I say fill me that he will do so without hesitating and I continue with more teasing.  

"Please that's not fair," he says somewhat pouting. 

He's right. It's not fair. So I get off his cock (since he's not going to be cumming now). I tell him that I want to cum and he gets the dildo that I love so much I have named it. But I stop him. We already have the lube out and I want to try something.  

"Will you try to fist me?" I ask him.  

"Yes baby," is all he says.

I tell him we should start off slow as he slips one finger inside me. By the third I stop him and tell him it's getting too tight and decide to lube up his hand. When he reaches back inside me this time his whole hand nearly slides in. He wiggles his fingers inside me and this makes me growl out my pleasure. He stops for a minute for more lube and I look down at the sheets. It's soaking wet. 

"Is that you?" I ask skeptically. 

"No, honey, I didn't cum remember...that's all you," he replies back with a slight smile before he starts to laugh.  

It's times like this I enjoy having a sexual relationship with him. He can be sweet, dirty, rough, but more importantly he can keep his sense of humor when needed. Needless to say I was tired after the sex session but I am glad that he was my first fisting experience. 

This is definitely something that I will be trying again because who doesn't love an "extra helping hand"!

Feed the need

I imagine if vampires were real this must be what they feel like. This ebb and flow of urgency that runs thru them undetected by others.

I feel the urgency today. I feel the need to spank, bite, spit, slap. I feel the Dominant side in me raging against all that I portray today.

It is like a hunger inside me that I try to quiet when not needed. But I think last night has pushed me closer again. 

Time with the new bf is great. I love it! He touches me in such a way and surrenders at all the right moments. He knows what I want. He begged me to spit in his mouth last night but I declined. Several times. I know that if he had asked just once more I would've done it. I wanted to do it.

I love spitting in his mouth. I realize that others might think this is disgusting or "dirty" but theoretically speaking it's no different than french kissing. I see spitting in his mouth as the ultimate sign that I own him. It's not the collar, leash, or even the kneeling. It's him, taking what I want discarded from my mouth into himself. 

And the sound it makes as I spit into his eager, open, empty mouth...I'm swooning just thinking about it.

Days like these it feels hard to fight the urge to play out my BDSM side. But, we have agreed to take it slowly, even though we both miss the things we did in that realm.

Last night we fooled around. I grabbed and twisted and bit his nipples and he moaned in delight. I love the almost high-pitched moan he tries to contain when I bite or suck on his nipples. As he fucked me I spanked his ass. I also scratched all up and down is back as I reached orgasm.

Why do I like abusing his body so much? 

Is it because I know he will take it? 
Is it because I know he likes it? 
Is it because he verbally begs for what I physically want to give?
Is it because thru and thru I am just one kinky bitch?

When he is manly and takes my hand or walks ahead of me when we are out I get sexually aroused and chills run thru my body because I know in the bedroom he will be my bitch. He will beg for me to do unspeakable things to him...and he will like them.

I love that to the naked eye we are just a couple but behind closed doors he will be mine in any way I choose.

I am happy to be in a relationship with him now. I am focusing all of my emotional energy on him for once and it isn't half as hard as I thought it might be.

I cannot wait to see where this beautiful ebb and flow takes us...

Cake eater

I've been thinking about all the things I enjoy about being a Mistress... 

-The flinching of a sub as I raise my paddle 
-The sound of spanking 
-The weight behind a collar tug (the sub following) 
-Seeing a sub on their knees 
-Thinking of creative punishments 
-Turning the idea of "slavery" around (not viewing it as a negative) 
-Giving a sub one look and watching them bow 
-The foot worshipping
-Perfecting the art of Tease & Denial 
-Undying devotion 
-Chastity, chastity, chastity
-Knowing that I know what's best
-Spitting in a sub's mouth 

...ahh...this is the stuff dreams are made of.

2's a couple, 3's cool, 4's a crowd?

It's only been 3 days since I last wrote but it feels like I have been missing very important therapy sessions. Blogging (and writing in general) has always calmed me, helped me make sense of otherwise messy thoughts, and just downright feels and sounds good (with myself being a significantly above average typist).

But Mistress L what could have happened in a mere 3 days you ask?

Well in such a short time my slave and I have gone from near perfect harmony to...well...inharmonious. We have hit a few bumps in the road: orgasm denial, an additional slave, my bad communication, his bad assumptions.

The orgasm denial debacle started two weeks ago, when I gave my slave a masturbation regime. He was following it brilliantly, but then I changed it up (add bad communication) and he didn't follow thru (and a dash of his bad assumptions). Since then it has been an awful cat and mouse game between the two of us with our orgasms and "saving" them for each other.

Which apparently got fucked up today when I brought myself to orgasm twice without him.

The additional slave thing is not really an issue as so much a passing thought. I originally got a slave so that I could treat it like a slave. Unfortunately I have grown very fond of my slave (remember his disarming smile and bright eyes I mentioned before?) and it has become increasingly difficult for me to exhibit some of the actions that I am into or want to try.
 

Namely: face slapping, spitting in ones mouth, walking on/trampling, shoe worship, hair pulling, choking, complete objectification, body modification.

Now I know this list seems...well....not Mistress L-ish, but that's the point! To push your limits and find new boundaries. It just seems with my current slave I am unable to execute these for various reasons. We even got into our first argument about the issue the other night and it was not pretty.

I found an excellent candidate for a second slave, or at least to train for a bit. He is into all of these things. We'll call him slave 2. The tantalizing beauty of integrating him into my life is that he nearly has no limits, let me say that again....he has very very few limits. He has the obvious ones such as no children, animals, anything illegal, nothing with men, etc. But beyond that he is a clean  and open slate.

It's like giving a kid the key to the candy store or in this case...

Giving a Mistress the key to the sex shop. It's
downright hot!

I was hoping that by practicing these things on slave 2, I would in turn become more comfortable with implementing them into my current slave and mine routine. But he's really adamant against another slave. Even though he goes back and forth between reminding me he'd be upset and telling me to do whatever makes me happy. *sigh*

I have promised that I will not train another slave, especially one of this nature but I cannot deny that it is something that I seek to experiment with. The yearning for that will not die down easily.

Perhaps there is a middle ground to be struck....or maybe I just really do want too much?