Monday, July 19, 2010


I sat at the table, the sting in my arse still deliciously present. He had surprised me with a couple of sharp taps from the wooden spoon he had not yet used in his cooking, but plunged it into the pot after spanking me with it.

He watched me in silence from across the table take in every mouthful of the culinary delight he had prepared. His eyes burned into mine and my cunt grew warmer with the anticipation of the night ahead. Latino dance drifted through the scene from the CD player and the gyrating rhythm only served to heighten the heat in the room and in me. I drank the red wine he had given me, and topped up, and with every mouthful felt its warmth move over me, encouraging my body and mind to a heightened sexual anticipation. I wriggled and squirmed in my chair as my thoughts drifted to him, his cock and the ache growing between my legs and my tight puckered arse.

I picked up the empty plates and took them to the kitchen, putting them down on the hard stone bench with that sharp cold sound that resonated so differently with an empty plate than one full with the sweet aroma of steaming food.

I turned and seeing him behind me gasped with surprise. He'd moved silently behind me his hands placed on the bench either side of me. He leaned into me and took a kiss, hard, fast and tasty. He stepped back pulling his lips away from me and catching my lower lip between his teeth, ripping back, a little pain caused me to shiver. He kicked my legs apart sharply and stood staring into me, his hands moved to my breasts. I placed my hands gently behind my back and clasped my forearms, surprised at my automated action. Was this what was meant by 'training'. I was moving and acting like a bitch in heat. My hands behind my back, my legs apart, my gaze down...waiting, the way he liked me to, though usually it was completely naked and with a hint of public exposure, by an open window or the back veranda. I waited like this while he cupped the curve of my breast through my thin blouse, rubbing his thumbs over my hardening nipples, my tits bursting forward, the black lace bra hardly holding them.

In one instant he pulled my blouse down to expose my lace clad tits, the neckline of my blouse now underneath them. He reached into each cup and pulled my ample bosom up and out. Now they stood out proud, their weight supported by both the bra and the neckline of my shirt running under them.

His hands squeezed and twisted. He rolled my large pink nipples between his fingers, and pulled sharply on each not taking his eyes off mine. I dare not squeal with the pain, but I felt my eyes begin to water. I didn't move my eyes from his. He demanded I look in his eyes when he was in front of me watching my reaction so intently...

'Mmm pretty tits, my tits, my girl's pretty, full, chubby, tits', he murmured as he plunged his mouth to my nipples, sucking hard and biting them, first the right then the left. My eyes watered with the pain and my cunt grew wetter and started to ache with the delight of it.

He leaned into my face, his hot breath tracing my cheek, smelling my skin. His hand sliding to my neck, he pushed me back against the hard bench. His hand slid under my skirt to the trace the top of my stocking. The SNAP! against my thigh of the suspender ribbon he found was delicious and caused me to breathe in sharply with excitement. His hand slipped between my thighs and finding the heat, a slight smile traced his lips...'Mmmm..good girl'. Pulling me by the throat he dragged me across the kitchen and thrust me against the wall, pushing me up high until I was level with his face, eye to eye, I struggled to stay on my tip toes, finding it hard to breathe with his hand on my throat, my heart beating faster, harder with the exhilaration in me. He pressed his lips to mine and sucked out what little air I had left in me.

In one movement, while my head was dizzy with the lack of air, he pushed me back over to the bench, bent over, my suspender ribbon stretching across my arse pleasuring me with that tightness and constriction, delicious! I gasped as my tits pressed into the cold stone, his hand twisted a mass of blond curls and pushed my face into the chill of the stone strewn with cooking pots and dinner preparations.

Lifting my skirt to expose my round arse, his hand circled my buttock cheeks. Right, left, my thighs were wet with excitement.

SMACK!!! it came hard and unexpected. A cry from my lungs filled the room, but the delight in me was tangible. His hand slid between my thighs, his finger traced my engorged slick lips. In one movement he slid his finger into me. One, two, he slid in, out...fucking me, pulling out and pinching my clit, sliding in, fucking...breathless, moaning, I was going to cum. His hand push down hard on my head, pushing my face into the hard stone. I closed my watering eyes and moaned with each thrust of his fingers curling up to reach that spot that drove me wild. I prayed he would allow me to cum. He teased my clit in between each thrust, each pinching and slapping my clit with his hard wet fingers. My juices flowed thickly, he leaned his face into mine, licking my cheek, my ear, clutching a few strands of my hair between his teeth and tugging it. Moaning, crying, praying he would let me come, I couldn't contain myself, I didn't want to, but I wanted to be a good girl, to please him.

I thought I couldn't take any more, his cock was hot and slapping against my thigh...then...

He pulled his hand away! thrust his fingers into my mouth, to suck, to clean, to taste myself.

He pulled my skirt back over my arse...let go of my hair..

'Clean this kitchen up,' he said as he gave my arse a sharp slap through my skirt.

I screamed with frustration inside, but I began to do as I was told, trying not to pout too much, flushed cheeks, breathless and raging to cum.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

a step forward

I was hungry, feeling sexy, needy...

I pulled down my jeans and thong over my ample arse and bent into my draw of frilly, lacy silky things. I had built quite a collection over the past few months, giving into my desire for all things pretty, little and sexy. hmmm I wondered. I saw the red suspender belt ribbon laying delicately over the laced where was the black..I felt like black, he always likes me in black, or red, but I felt like black, and to this point he had not taken the lead on deciding what I should wear.

I found one of my silky thongs also and slipped it on pulling it up just a little too much so it tugged on my clit and rim giving me a feeling of pleasure when I took a step. That's what I loved about suspenders and stockings too. Once the suspender ribbon was clipped to it's stocking edge tightened and taut, with every step it pulled across my arse in the most delightful way. I often can't resist snapping the ribbon against my arse and thigh as I walk, to feel its pleasure and let everyone around me hear that sound, the little sharp snap against my skin.

I sat and pulled the gentle fabric of the stockings over my leg to my thigh, attaching the suspender ribbons to them front and back. My thoughts drifted to days gone by, how lucky women were to wear stockings everyday, no pantyhose then! Even today I make sure I wear them when ever I can, but the opportunity to wear skirts comes along less often than in days gone by also. Sometime I wish I had been a woman of the fifties, if only for all the suspenders and paraphernalia that restricted the female body, hoisted it, and bound it in the most delightful ways, thrusting it up and out, sculpting and curving it inwards, rounding it out...mmmmmm heaven.

I slipped my feet into my patent red pumps and like Dorothy following the yellow brick road, I hoped to find the wizard tonight who would take me home. He was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. He liked to cook, he like to feed me and he liked to have me relishing his creations while we sipped wine from the region nearby.

I found just the skirt, full and light. I loved the feeling of that material caressing my arse. My breasts, encased in their black lace cage, pushed up and out just the way he liked. Happily, I liked this too and often ran my hands over my tits feeling the nipples hardening with my growing need. I selected a top that plunged down into that cleavage and exposed those two mounds of flesh, ripe and full. As I dressed the heat grew between my thighs, the tingling began and I was growing more needy.

I walked with all those pleasures pulling on me, to the kitchen. I waited at the door until he noticed me. He look me up and down, from tip to toe and turned back to his creation. I came up behind him at the stove and turning my back to him rubbed my arse against his. He knew I wanted his attention, needed his attention, how could he not! and he would give it to me when he felt like it, when he was ready of course. I felt him turn to face me, I bent forward, he loved me bent over. I pulled my skirt up slightly showing him what I had prepared for him. his hand slid over my arse, rubbing its roundness, smoothing it out, caressing it. SNAP! he pulled on my suspender ribbon....mmm he knew that would drive me into wetness. SLAP! His hand came down hard on my aching arse, propelling me forward just a little. Mmmm, my nipples were hardening. Then ... Crack...CRACK!!! My arse stung with two quick hard cracks from the wooden spoon he had picked up from the cold stone bench. The surprise and the pain made me squeal, my eyes watered and my breath drew sharply into my lungs. The resonating sting on my arse was delicious...'It's nearly ready, go and wash your hands' he commanded and turned back to the stove...

Friday, July 9, 2010

the submissive type test - a gap analysis

Well it was a bit of fun i guess. These sorts of tests always are though i'm not sure if I entirely agree. I'm beginning to see though that the spectrum of interpretation of kink and submission is so wide that any test like this can't be expected to entirely capture all the shades. If i think about it though, ponder over it, it is probably quite generally true of me and my darker desires.
Your result for The submissive type Test ...
Kinky SubmissiveYou scored 30% Humiliation, 43% Submissiveness, 43% Service, and 62% Pain!

You're the kinky submissive, you scored relatively low in both submissiveness and service meaning you scored high on either pain or humiliation.

You're into bdsm for either the pain or the humiliation, or both!
You don't value highly the need to service a Dom or the need to feel conrolled, what you want is either a scene with pain in it, or humiliation, either way you'd probably be more comfortable in a relationship with a Dom in which you meet for the scene, and no very long term scenes.
Also scening with your vanilla partner is a valid option, you could ahve alot of fun that way, more then the regular sex. You're just kinky :)

One last thought...just taking the test got me moist, breathless and flushed.
(apologies for no links. i just don't know how. But i found the link from a view from the top... and David)