Podcast - 5 "Polyamory & Navigating The Scene As A Non-Poly"

Needing to know more about polyamory and how it works within the scene? Take a listen to 'Polyamory and Navigating The Scene As A Non-Poly Person'. I'll also answer one Kinky Question of The Day (KQOTD) from a reader.

Here are the podcast highlights (Note: Entire episode is Poly based)...

** 12:40- 13:05 - Interlude

** 17:13 - Kinky Question of The Day "As a vanilla person, can I ask my kinky girlfriend to curb her kinky activities?"

** 23:40 - Next podcasat topics---Finding your role in BDSM and how to embrace your role without roleplaying

Also, this podcast will not run weekly as I had originally planned and will instead run monthly. If there are any topics you'd like me to discuss please feel free to let me know!

Links
PolyMatchMaker
BeyondTwo
Lovemany
Openminded
Poly-Date

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It's all in the wrist

As I type this I can hear his pathetic whimpers from inside the closet.

"Mistresssss.....Miss..." he trails off breathlessly.

I refuse to answer. Especially after I've specifically told him today not to call me 'Mistress' that I wasn't in fact his 'Mistress'.

"All of this is a fucking game, I've never wanted to be a Mistress, I've just wanted to use pathetic, losers with low self esteem like you," I whispered maniacally in his ears just an hour ago.

That was when he was naked and tied on the floor, fetal position, rolling around hooded in his own tears. His small body was covered with welts the size the belt and cane I had been beating him with and foot prints in his torso from where I had kicked and stood recklessly.

Of course I didn't mean any of those things but he didn't know that. He didn't know what was real and what wasn't this week...after all it was the second half of the training program. This half would be done all in person and I decided to start it off with something I liked to call "Reprogramming Week".

It was simple yet effective tactic of breaking him down and slowly rebuilding him to what I wanted. Honestly, it was just one long mind fuck and I am not sure how it will turn out. It could be fantastic or it could be disastrous. One thing I know for certain is it will have some effect.

He's going to be verbally humiliated, spat on, choked, undergo extended and repeated hypnosis, gaslit, isolated, blindfolded, beaten, shocked and more. For all intents purpose it'll be 120 hours of mental, emotional and physical torture. And if that's not what consent is for then I don't know what is...

Locked away for her

5th January

My first experience of chastity came in October of this year, when Mistress first locked me up, initially for short periods increasing slowly. Over time that had developed gradually to where I have been wearing the device everyday since just before Christmas, only being allowed out when Mistress wants to use her property, and then put straight back in.  

It has certainly been interesting, fun, and frustrating. There are times I have begged to be let out, and times when Mistress has wanted me. However I know I am a better submissive for her when caged. I am better at being able to solely focus on making sure her pleasure is my priority.  

I've found that being in chastity can be just as much mental torture as it is physical. It can leave you feeling unwanted, even though I know that Mistress wants and craves me, nearly as much as I want her. I am grateful Mistress can be honest with me and admit this can be hard for her too. She also hasn't hid her desire for cuckolding in order to find someone with a more suitable cock for her pleasure. This has also been difficult at times, but I do want to focus on her pleasure and what she needs.

I hope that I can continue to improve and will get better at being a chaste obedient boy for Mistress.

6th January

Her property under lock and key

Today I once again woke with Mistress's property straining against the cage. However today I felt a little better than usual and I will try to explain why. Last night at around 10pm Mistress took me out of the cage. I wasn't expecting this, but was very grateful to be out, even though I knew I could go back in at anytime. I was given a very clear warning

"If I catch you touching my property, you're going straight back in."

There was no anger in Mistress's voice, I didn't feel threatened, I just knew this was a fact. I wasn't used or played with, we ate dinner, we watched TV, then turned the lights out and got into bed and cuddled. Of course the slut in me was desperate to be used, but I could tell Mistress just wanted to relax. I tried to be a good boy and think for the most part I was.

After some time Mistress pinned me down, sitting on my cock. It felt so good to be inside her again. I love being able to be that close to Mistress. I was warned under no circumstances could I cum and to make it clear if I was close. This didn't take long, and Mistress then made me get behind her. We then began to role play, and Mistress begged me to cum, even though we both knew I wasn't allowed. After a few minutes of being tortuously on the edge, Mistress slapped my face hard and told me to use the dildo (which is of course much larger than me) to make her cum. Afterward her property was still twitching, desperate to cum.

Getting back to my original point about why I felt better, after we were done playing Mistress said I could stay out of the cage for the rest of the night if I wanted. Usually I would jump at a chance like this, as the cage can be uncomfortable to sleep in. However last night I wanted to go back in. I'm not sure if it was to please Mistress or to avoid a night time accident, but there was a strong part of me that was craving to be locked up.

I woke happy and horny like any puppy slut should.

15th January

I sit here at work writing this entry with my cock locked away for Mistress. Wearing the device in everyday situations has become very normal for me. Our chastity dynamic has changed slightly. I no longer wear the device 24/7, it comes off in the evening when I go to sleep, but other than that, for the most part I wear it all day. I miss the cage when I am not in it. The combination of the control I know Mistress has, and what I'm surrendering, has made me both crave and need to be caged. 

This weekend me and Mistress took a trip away to Ireland. Due to the metal locking device the holy trainer uses getting through airport security can be awkward to say the least (even though I am sure Mistress finds the idea of me trying to explain my device to a security personnel very hot).

When I got home from work before the trip Mistress said, "Remove the device, you aren't going to be wearing it this weekend."

Many thoughts went through my head. This would be the longest I had been out of chastity since Mistress and I were apart before Christmas, and the longest when I was in her presence for at least a couple of months, probably longer. I was excited to be out, there is still some stupid boy part of me that thinks I like to be out.

However before we had even got on the plane I asked, "Did you bring the device Mistress? I will put it on if you like."

She hadn't and a little wave of disappointment overcame me. A unlocked whole weekend awaited me. I think over the course of the weekend my behaviour wasn't as good as it could have been. Mistress has the very highest standards and I know my behaviour is better in the cage and that's another reason I crave it.

Upon our arrival back home I was very grateful to be locked back up, albeit for only 3 or 4 hours. I woke at around 3am tossing and turning, and Mistress had me take it off.

One thing that this weekend has taught me, is something I think deep down I already knew. There is no love/hate relationship, no mixed feelings… I love chastity, thank you Mistress for bringing it into my life.

20th January

I had only been at work for an hour when the urge to go back to Mistress overwhelmed me. Luckily the job I do allows me to leave the office for long periods. I snuck into the house and went up to our room. Mistress was still sleeping so I got under the covers and snuggled up next to her. She slowly woke realising I was next to her. I kissed her neck and her face and she let out a little moan.

Mistress then said the words guaranteed to excite any boy who is locked away, "Get your key, Mistress wants you."

I scrambled out of bed and removed the device, Mistress’s property grew hard instantly. I was desperate for her and she knew. She told me she wanted me inside of her, but only a couple of days before I had been severely punished for going inside Mistress without protection. I wanted to but I knew better. I begged for a condom and Mistress retrieved one.

Mistress allowed me inside her with the warning, "You are not to cum."

I tried my best to please her and kept thinking , 'Do not cum, don't cum, you're not allowed.'

I was doing ok, but then after about 7 minutes or so Mistress commanded I get behind her. I knew this position has caused me, let's say, problems in the past, but I obeyed. I quickly felt overwhelmed so I slowed down. I begged to cum but was not so politely shut down., Mistress mocked me a little so I continued. Only moments later I had to pull out and after about 10 seconds or so my cock began to leak into the condom until eventually it was full of my cum. I hadn't cum for a few days so it was very full.

Mistress climbed off the bed with a look of disappointment and annoyance. I apologised over and over again and Mistress just said calmly, "You're going to swallow this load. We can do it the easy way on your own, or the hard way with me doing it."

I hesitated just a moment too long and Mistress’s mind was made up. She pulled the condom off, grabbed a pair of nearby scissors, and cut it in half. She pinned me down, and slapped my face and forced my mouth open. The whole load was poured down my throat until it was all gone. I gagged instinctively, almost unable to keep it down. It tasted like nothing I had tasted before. It was hot and salty, and I just remember it being so thick. It took more than a couple of attempts to swallow the whole load. This was a first for me, and it made me feel like I was completely hers. As I lay on the bed feeling dirty, feeling used, Mistress just said "Get back in your cage and go back to work."

I had immediate feelings of being a slut, her slut. Her slut who swallowed cum on demand. Mistress called me her cum dump and her property strained against the cage. I liked that and I wasn't sure why. I liked being her cum dump, I like knowing this wouldn't be the last time I swallowed for her, and knowing one day it probably won't be my own cum I'm swallowing. I went back to work feeling like her slut, the taste of my own cum not still on my tongue. I felt dirty but happy. I loved this feeling and of course it was only a couple of hours later when I came crawling back to Mistress.

I haven't cum since. I can only hope the next time Mistress allows me, she will let me be her cum dump once again. 

The key

Is not to panic.

I tell myself this internally over and over a few times as I strain to concentrate on the television. My puppy lays just under my chin, his soft  brown tresses brushing my lips.

"Right Mommy?"

Shit, he's asked me something and I've completely missed it while inside my own head.

"Mmm hmmm," I hum softly as if that's a proper answer before retreating back into my thoughts.

It's all becoming more and more real by the day...by the hour. We've spent the past month talking, planning, waiting, and trying not to freak out. After the visa appointment went so well it was off to do the holiday rounds and seeing as how I'm away from my family, puppy wanted to include me in his. I was very grateful but also a bit nervous. I've been in the who-are-and-what-are-you-doing-with-our-son hot seat one too many times not to realize it's an important piece of any relationship puzzle...even one as complex as our D/s one. It wasn't the interview-like questions from relatives, small talk with people who thought my accent was funny, or even trying to explain to his Grandma the perks of owning an Apple watch that had me on edge. No. It was the dirty little secret of ours, that he was all locked up for me like a pathetic slut while we played charades and drank wine like an innocent vanilla couple, neither of which we are.

The important people already know he is about to do what is probably the craziest thing of his life. Yet, no one can stop him. I'm not entirely sure they want to.

Tomorrow he puts in his resignation and with any luck this time next month he'll just be entering his new life as my pet 4,000 miles from his birth home. He's giving up his family, his friends, his job, his car, his apartment, everything that is familiar to him...but he's gaining a Mistress.

I only hope we'll both be holding the key to our happiness in the end.

The polycule breakdown

As many of my readers know I am involved in a polyamorous relationship. There's me in the eye of the storm, my vanilla boyfriend, Locs, my bf turned kinky play partner, and now the newest addition of my beautiful puppy. It's a lot to handle at times...sometimes too much to handle.

When puppy came to visit from overseas I spoke with everyone individually to ensure that everyone was okay. I spent time and effort prepping everyone for what it I thought it might be like with another person and was more than open to suggestions, questions, concerns or just sharing reassuring hugs.

What transpired while he visited was nothing short of a shit show including first class tears, hurt feelings, insecurities rearing their ugly heads, mean words, and a small but scary mental breakdown. This was highly unexpected but I dealt with everything the best I could. However, when push came to poly shove what was left was a broken relationship between Locs and myself. Our communication had broken down, he had some things he was unsure about and to be honest the kinky play between us had been growing smaller and smaller (the reason I went searching in the first place and found puppy) and we decided to take a break.

Fast forward to my continued presence in London---after a 10 day trip turned into months and when we looked back in retrospect we agreed that perhaps poly wasn't for him. Even though I was (and still am) deeply hurt to be losing someone I have called a best friend for the last three years, I'm a little relived he finally got the message. I care about him very much but I have said since the beginning that maybe he wasn't built for poly, sadly that has proven to be true.

To be fair in my 10 years of poly-dating I've learned a few things that I thought I'd share for those thinking about, beginning, in the middle of, or even ending a poly relationship that I've found to be helpful.

• Poly is not for the faint of heart.
• If you have a lot of anxiety, insecurities, doubts, and other introspective thoughts that plague you often they will be magnified in a poly setup. Be sure to take care of yourself personally first and foremost.
• Don't make your feelings everyone's responsibility.
• Seriously, don't. It's very selfish. That's not to say your partner(s) can't make you happy or sad or be there for you but don't let them be the sole source of your emotions. You have to find ways to ground yourself and also be your own support system when necessary.
• Communication is key.
• Talk to your partner(s) to let them know what you're feeling. Even if you think you know how they'll respond, they aren't mind readers, they may not know you're feeling the way that you are unless you speak up. This goes double for if you're feeling your needs are not being met and you're not able to figure it out on your own.
• Honesty is always always, always, always the best policy.
• I'm not explaining this. If you can't be honest with someone, you don't deserve them, poly or otherwise.
• Establish rules.
• I know some poly relationships don't like a bunch of rules and guidelines but I really think it helps to establish boundaries. Sometimes what someone considers flirting someone else will consider just talking. Making out with someone you met at a club might be okay for you but your partner(s) might feel you need to discuss it beforehand. You won't know until you ask. Save yourself some headaches.
• Long distance sucks.
• Long distance relationships usually suck in general. Now take that and add a person you know your partner(s) is spending quality time with. Double that sucky feeling. See first button for more details.
• Be safe.
• This sounds easy. You have your partner(s) and you are safe with them and hope they are safe with anyone else. I've found that it's easy to forget that I have multiple partners when I share food or drink with friends, forgetting that I will be interacting with more than one person. I don't want to put others at risk for germs or illnesses (sorry I gave you strep throat!) so I forgo sharing things and having unprotected sex with new partners for a pre-determined amount of time.
• There is no "perfect" poly
• Everyone does poly a little differently. I have some friends who have poly partners in other countries, some who only date virtually, and some who all live together. Everyone defines it differently. Don't try to model your poly after anyone else's, just do what works for you.
• NRE (New Relationship Energy) is real.
• And it's very easy to get swept up in. Remember the feeling you get when you first meet someone and you just want to spend every day with them? You love their face, their voice, you're glowing whenever you think of them. This happens in most new relationships, however in poly relationships it can be an odd situation to watch someone you care about go on and on about much they like/love this new person. Try to keep a grip on how NRE affects you and your partner(s) so you don't potentially hurt anyone's feelings. Also curb any partner comparison during this period.
• Be flexible.
• You are sharing your time, money, effort, and perhaps space with more than one person. It's easy to think that things must always be done a certain way but being inflexible to your partner(s) needs is one of the quickest way to damage a poly relationship. Don't be scared to make compromises or try something a different way if it'll make you or your partner(s) happy. A little effort goes a long way sometimes.
• Know thyself.
• Only you know truly know what's in your heart of hearts. The polyamorous lifestyle is not for everyone, and I don't recommend it for everyone. Look within yourself if you feel unhappy, find out if it's the right dynamic for you. If it's not, if you're unable to do poly in a comfortable way for you internally, then don't delay in sharing this with your partner(s). You both will be happiest when you're being honest with one another.

I'm sure there are tons more I could say about poly relationships but these seem to be the same issues that crop up time and time again. Some, or none, of these might help you so use them as you wish. And for anyone else going through a breakup, time is a good healer of most wounds...

The secret life of a sub

She gives me a stern look while we sit on the couch.

I wait for corrective action in the form of a face slap, a forceful pinch, or a swift but deliberate pull of my hair but it doesn't come. I look around and see my friends are still talking, oblivious to my darkened thoughts.

Since Mistress arrived in the UK just over a month ago life has been a quite different. I live in a house with 3 other guys who I went to university with, all of whom have no idea about my kinky side. Before I met Mistress this has been extremely easy secret to keep hidden. When I learned Mistress was going to be staying with me for an extended period of time I was honestly a little nervous. 

'Would they find out?' 

'Would I be able to act vanilla around them 
'Would I be able to act vanilla around her?'

'Would she be able to do the same?' 

My Mistress isn't like most dommes and spends a lot of time asking me to share my thoughts. She loves saying, 'Your thoughts belong to me' and often it does feel like that. So we had a conversation about these questions and I felt a bit better but I wouldn't actually know until she arrived. I didn't want her to feel unwanted but I did want to share my concerns. 

Fortunately my Mistress is pretty awesome, and when in vanilla mode, is able to come across as the perfect girlfriend. Having Mistress live with me has been exciting, fulfilling but also at times nerve wracking or frustrating. I often wake up in rope, or with her hands around my throat, in my new Holy Trainer chastity device and one night even to light CBT, all without being able to verbally express myself through screams, whimpers, or moans!

I know that when Mistress is here, or when I'm at her side I am a better all round person. She helps me, she pushes me to be the best at everything I do. She makes me happy, she makes me laugh, she cuddles me when I need to be held, and spanks me when I need to be punished. She makes sure I dress well, makes sure I eat right and makes sure I remember my place, and always strives to make me a better submissive and a better person.

I do believe that the relationship dynamic we have is quite clear, and I'd be surprised if my friends hadn't noticed something. I do not believe they know she is my Mistress and I am her puppy, but they may think something is a little different about us. The way I jump to her every command, even small things like ‘Make me a cup of tea’. At first I thought this may bother me, but it really hasn't. They also may have noticed the sounds of spankings or beatings in the evenings. We often don't play till late at night, but living in a house with paper thin walls can have its problems I guess.

It has also been slightly frustrating. Sometimes when I get home from a long day at work I want to just kneel at her feet and bark for her as loudly as I can. Sometimes I want to beg her to beat me, or to walk around on all 4’s on her leash. This obviously isn't possible, except for in the rare moments we get the house to ourselves. We make up for this for making the most of having the house to ourselves, and going away on the weekends to various kink events, where we are able to play, and we are able to express ourselves.

Why it is being kinky such a taboo?

I really don't think my friends would understand if I tried to explain to them I am her puppy and she is my Mistress, and that we have this relationship, and still love each other very much. I think they would think I was weird, or strange, and not the person they thought they knew. Of course I could never actually know them without ‘coming out’ as kinky but this just isn't something I think I, or they, would be ready for.

Ultimately though having Mistress here living with me for the past month has made me so happy, so overjoyed that each morning I am able to wake up next to her, look her in eye and say ‘I love you Mistress’. I now only hope that I am able to do for a long time going forward.

She is my Mistress, I am her puppy. As long as she is happy, I am happy.


Edited by Natali Noir

Measuring up for Mistress

He can't satisfy me and that's okay...well at least not with his cock.

It's been no secret that since I became sexually active in my teens that I always craved bigger and 'better' cock. At first it started innocently enough (that's how I like to remember it anyway) and I just loved big dicks. I loved everything about them but most of all I loved how they felt inside me. That's it. Big dick? Check! Insertion? Check! Feel good? Ooooohhhhh yeah check!

I'm an older, more mature woman now. Hey, if you say it enough you start to believe it right? Color me jaded but I've come to learn that it's not just enough to have a large schlong anymore, you have to actually know how to use it. I won't forgive myself for showing up late and scantily clad to the 'finese in the bedroom' party but now that I'm here consider me a lifetime member.

My current submissive is not well endowed, he barely touches the tip of average for me (pun intended!) but I appreciate his work ethic between the sheets; dedicated, hard working, and never misses a shift. I mentioned to him once, he fucks like he has a 10 inch cock it's just a shame he doesn't actually have one. So, I thought it only my duty to share what I've learned about massive mound monsters over the years...

Ladies if your partner is well endowed don't let him take a backseat to participation. Make him work for it!

Men with big dicks, you have a responsibility to uphold. No longer will we take your laziness in bed lying down (okay maybe once in a while) but you need to bring your 'A' game when you're with us. If you want to be a star player just remember these simple rules:

1. Foreplay, foreplay, fore-fucking-play! Seriously if you're expecting us to take your oversized one-eyed trouser snake you need to make absolutely sure that we are wet and ready. Feel free to check with fingers, tongue, toys or all of the above.

2. Don't be lazy. Come on, we know that lugging around your clam hammer can be an exhausting task but when it's time to enter Paradise, you'd hate to be the guy taking a nap right? Have a banana or some quick protein to get your energy up so that you can match and maybe exceed us in terms of tantric team effort.

3. Buy your own big condoms you dumb dumb. We're never going to know your balony baton as well as you. Save us the frustration of looking for "the" one in a mad dash at the phramacy on our way to see you. Large, extra large, super, and king size all sound like a good time for us.

4. Don't bottom out without asking us first. I can't speak for all women but I really hate when a guy takes his huge heat seeking moisture missile and rams it until he hits my cervix. A bruised cervix is no fun. Unless she's into pain, which I'm sure she might have mentioned at the start. If she didn't err on the side of caution.

5. Avoid being anyone's first. It really sucks to have that kind of standard set at the very beginning of your sexual experience and then being massively disappointed with all other lap lizards thereafter. If you must, give her a disclaimer letting her know you're a special snowflake.

6. Request blow jobs carefully. You know you have an above average python of love, be considerate if asking and knowing it's a lot to take in---literally! If she says 'no' don't make her feel bad, she might just want to be able to talk for the next couple of days without a painful reminder of biting off more than she could deepthroat.

7. Groom! Your mega moby dick doesn't excuse you from presenting it to us in a pleasing-to-the-eye manner. Also don't forget to get those shaft hairs, they're scraggly looking little buggers when we're faced with them and we don't know whether to laugh or cry when we see them.

8. Be good at something else. Yes, yes, yes, you've got your super sperminator but you don't wanna be called a one trick pony do you? Of course not! Learn the ways of cunnilingus, analingus, heavy petting, and making out like mastermind. Trust me, a little multi-tasking goes a long way. Probably not as long as your cock but still, it's a nice gesture.

9. Do not attempt anal with a novice. I repeat step away from the anus. I mean come on would you want to have a crazy sized Cock-a-saurus Rex as your intro to anal sex? No? Well she probably wouldn't either! Save this for a girl who has a little more anal experience.

10. Communication. What you expecting something more profound? This has nothing to do with size and everything to do with being a good sex partner. Listen to your partner's wants and needs, learn their body language and if you're unsure ask. There's nothing sexier for a woman than hearing "How do you want me?' Remember to share your wants and needs too and see what works best for you both.

And guys who are smaller than average, don't fret. There's positions and techniques that may yet work for you to satisfy your partner. Head over here to check them out.

Lastly for the ladies, unless you're willing to offer some constructive criticism don't make fun of guys with just-ever-so-cutely sized joysticks---if they had a choice in the matter they would've said: "Supersize me please."

P.S. Take my advice with a grain of salt, I'm just a woman who has and will always love big fucking dicks.

The domesticated Domme

The role of Susie Homemaker has never appealed to me.

I hate dishes
I loathe ironing
And window washing?! Death by watching paint dry please!

But I've found I love vacuuming, it's soothing. Dusting makes it easy for me to be excited by the visible progress and wiping the kitchen down creates a aura of "win" within me.

This week I've gone across the ocean 4,000 miles to be with my puppy. And there's nothing more I want to do than to take care of him. I find myself folding his laundry, packing his away bag, brushing his hair and selecting his outfit each day. And it fills me with such a feeling of accomplishment...sat on top of a mound of dominance.

I feed him by hand, chew his food for him, and restrict certain items after certain times and on certain days. Everything that goes into his body is controlled by me. It wasn't until recently that I admitted that I am very Motherly with him.

He has called me Mommy for the past few months and I can't argue that I feel just as titled.

This isn't in the littles or AB way. It's just in a caretaker way. It's another way for me to dominate him. It's a way for him to show his submission to me.

When he has lost his glasses I am there to find them.
When he is getting road rage I am there to calm him.
When he can't decide on what to eat I make the decision for him.

Does this make me any less of a domme?

I don't think so. I've come to find the entire arrangement very suitable for us. I would be lying if I tried to deny the erotic charge that fills me each time he wakes up in his sleeping whispering...

"Mommy, I need you," as he snuggles close against my warm body.

And I've come to feel safe saying, "I need you too."

More than puppy love

I've written and re-written this entry about my meeting with my English puppy but nothing has felt right. Nothing has been able to convey the sheer level of connection that we experienced in his short time here.

I can only describe it as serendipity.

We met online by chance. We live nearly 4,000 miles apart but we clicked in an instant and our first face to face meeting was just as surprising. It feels like the Universe has brought us together for great things.

We fell into each others arms at the airport like old lovers and never left them for a week. He was always at my side or at my feet. Everything we did, everything we said, everywhere we went, just felt...right. All the anxiety was quickly washed away and forgotten as we slipped in and out of full kink mode and our vanilla selves with such ease. I think this is the one person I could easily pull a 24/7 kink relationship off with.

But he is so much more than my puppy.

He is my boy.
He is my pet.
He is my lover.
He is my everything.

These words aren't from behind rose colored glasses I speak. I truly believe this is the real deal. A once in a lifetime kind of love. The kind of love that only poets and Hollywood can bring to life.

He made me feel wanted and cared for and above all else he made me feel womanly. More of a FemDom than I have felt in my life. When I do professional sessions there's a level I need to maintain where I don't let their fantasy become mine. I need to stay focused and in control of making sure they have an enjoyable experience. When I'm with a play partner at the club I know I can't push them to their limits and I certainly don't know how they'll react to all our play or even if we'll sync up. There was none of that with my puppy.

We were in sync from day one. The face slapping, hair pulling, pussy worship, toilet bowl drinking, chastity, heavy spanking and spitting were not only accepted but begged for and as his Mistress and girl I was happy to provide it all.

I'm thinking about changing my safe word to "Time" because it's the only thing I hate more than "Alabama" right now.

I know that our next meeting will be just as electrical and this is one adventure I don't need an itinerary for. I just want to enjoy the ride with my puppy hanging his tongue out the window. And in case anyone was wondering, I did tell the poor chap my name when we met. I couldn't contain the real me, not even for a second and I think from his happy barks the feeling was mutual.

Lustful wet

I want him.
Hard, fast, deep...with me. Inside me.

Any way I can get. Any way that has my hands around his throat and my fingers in his mouth.

I want him.
In between my legs, dripping on my tongue. Hot and sticky.

It's a stand off against time now, who will break first, crying out into the night. Muffled moans over the airways moving like magic.

I need him.
He's mine. I deserve him.
I will take what is mine and all he can do is whimper before the desire takes all that he is.

Giving himself to me piece by piece, cell by cell until all that is left is the essence of us.