An Untold Story

I mentioned this day to someone recently and went to find the blog post.  I was surprised to find I never wrote about this.  Here is a retelling of a fun trip to Seattle where I met with an old coworker and then had dinner with him and some friends (unfortunately short for lack of recollection of more details).

I have a thing for corporate men: tailored suits, wingtips, french cuffs with cufflinks, smart ties; everything that screams confidence and control.  But even more so, the end of the day look with the tie now loosened, neck button undone, cuffs open and rolled up his forearms, sitting in a chair with drink in hand, the ice clinking softly...

I'm kneeling in front of him wearing only panties.  He lets me touch him.  I unbuckle and unbutton his slacks, and hold his cock in my hand, running my thumb up and down the underside of him.  I look at him for permission and he gives it with a nod.  I take him full in my mouth closing my lips around his cock, slowly moving up and down, enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth. We have dinner plans soon so he takes over, hands in my hair, setting a steady, but not too fast pace.  He wants me pretty, so this is no fast and dirty face fuck.

He's about to cum and stops, telling me to kneel presented with my face laying on the floor.  He takes his now empty drink and finishes himself off, cumming in the glass.  I am allowed up and get dressed and we clean up.  He brews me a cup of coffee, adding his cum and we head out to meet our friends at the restaurant.

I sit with our friends, talking, eating; all the while sipping on my coffee and his cum.

He winks at me.

A Tinder Story with an Irishman: New York City - Two Swipes Right and then...

CT: Good morning. Confirming for our coffee. I can be there at 9:30. Still feeling playful?:)

Me: Lol. We'll see.

CT: Grand. Jeans. Green jacket. Tan cap. Brogue: Peaky Blinders meets urban outdoorsman.
What are you wearing?

Me: Jeans, black t-shirt, light grey jacket.

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The day was bright and warm. I get to the Starbucks early, grab my drink, and sit at the table to wait for him. It was noisy and hot in the cafe. Not exactly conducive to conversation.

He's running late; "the train is a bloody nightmare."

I'm sweating by the time he gets there. He orders his drink and we take it outside and decide to start walking north towards Central Park with no particular destination.

He's taller than me. Slim build with ruggedly handsome features. He resembles his profile picture, but doesn't really look like it. But that's not out of the ordinary in my Tinder experience; especially if the angles are not head on.

We talk about our backgrounds and current lives and what we should do for the afternoon. Decision made: day drinking. I'm slightly hung over, so to me, this is a great idea. We walk to several pubs. It's 10am and nothing is open. Perfect time to go back to the hotel so I can check out and change into sneakers.

I start to pack and he sits in the armchair in the corner watching. He tells me to stop packing and come over to him.

I stand between his legs and take his cap off.

"Kiss me." I obliged.

Those lips. Full and soft. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, dragging my teeth along it as I let it go. He runs his tongue along my lips...

I love a good kiss and he kisses very well. Sensuous & soft; hungry & rough...

I've described sipping my favorite Scotch (Oban) by comparing it to a really great kiss: a hint of smoke, a layer of sweetness, spicy on the tongue, salty, warmth that builds to heat, a bite at the end. That was his kiss.

"Kneel"

"Yes, daddy"

He unbuckles his belt. "I want you to start here." I rub his hard cock through the fabric.

While I was unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans he reminds me: "Yes daddy."

"Yes, daddy," I reply. God I am so out of practice. But this is fun. I'm having fun. I'm pretty sure I smirked through the whole thing.

I pull his jeans down and wrap my hand around his cock.

Let's talk about cocks. There are as many personal preferences in cocks as there are individual cocks, not to mention that your preferences might change depending on who you partner is at the time. CT has a quintessentially perfect cock: thick, hard, and long. Too long to take completely in my mouth, but just so.

As I took him into my mouth, he removed my hand from the base of his cock. No hands allowed.

He used his hands, though. He held his hand lightly under my chin, and as I would move up and down his shaft, building from long, slow strokes into a faster rhythm, he would lift me off of his cock, or just hold me still; not letting me move. Other times he would twine his fingers into my hair and force my rhythm.

This was a slow, lazy blow job.

I ran my tongue up and down his cock, tasting and feeling him, taking him almost fully into my mouth and breathing him in. He liked that. "Deep throat my cock."

"Yes daddy."

He let me do what I wanted for the most part. I wanted to milk him so badly and make him beg me to let him cum. But he controlled that, forcing himself deep into my throat, or making me stop when he got close. A firm smack to my cheek reminded me anytime I didn't stop when told, or when I forgot "yes, daddy."

Eye contact. Not a request: "Look at me." Not something I'm usually comfortable with or ever do, but for him, I did. "And don't even think about not swallowing." No complaints: There was lots of pre-cum and he tasted good.

"Make me cum." Finally he let me finish him off. Long, slow strokes. Sucking on the tip. Taking him as far I my mouth as I could. Stroking my tongue at the base.

He held me there as he came, pulsing in my mouth.

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Back on the streets, we find a pub and have some pints and fries.

And my panties are so wet.

Sharing...

Quantum Satis

Breathe.

For the time I allow you.
Breathe.
And find your body tighten as my hands do.
Breathe.
And feel yourself betrayed by goosebumps and wetness.
Breathe.
And watch as your mind collapses into a vortex of pure pleasure.
Breathe.
As I make you mine.
-Quantum Satis 

I Miss

Kneeling
Your hand in my hair holding me down
Looking for handprints the next morning
Being told not to come
The taste of you
The ease of it all
You

After

Laying with my back to your chest; your feet tucked under mine and your arm wrapped around my waist holding me close to you.  I listen as your breathing slows and you fall asleep.

Smiling, I close my eyes and follow. 

Snapshots From the Night and Morning

Laying on the couch, you're standing next to it.  Hooking you with my leg and pulling you closer

Walking up to you while you sit, getting on my knees - kneeling in front of you

Your hands tangled in my hair as you come deep in my throat

Biting my arm as your mouth, lips and tongue tease me - finding everything but my clit

Getting dressed in your closet, pausing as I watch you shave

Checking myself in the mirror, looking at you and seeing you wink at me

Driving away, my arm flexes and I feel the bruise from my bite

Thinking About You...

I'm laying in bed thinking about you - thinking about last night.

My fingers trace a path.  

First along my lips - bruised from your mouth. I run my tongue along my fingers, recalling my taste on yours. 

Down my neck. I remember leaning back against you as you bite where my neck and shoulder meet.

They skim over my breasts to my nipples, still swollen and sore...

Slowly they work their way down over my belly. And lower still until they rest on my clit.  I reach down inside me to wet my fingers and run them up and around my clit.  The fingers of my other hand find that spot inside me you work so well.

I come just as you made me come last night - moaning your name.

His Kitchen (1st time)

They're in the kitchen - working comfortably side-by-side.   He stands behind her and lifts her pony tail up and kisses along her neck.  She leans back against him, laying her head on his chest.  He grabs her pony and yanks her head back further, kisses her deeply and then forces her forward, bent over the counter.  He unzips her jeans and pools them around her ankles - kissing and biting his way down her legs.  She closes her eyes and smiles,  knowing what is coming.  She loves his cock - thick and long; it fills her.  He stops abruptly.  He strips naked, and then does the same to her.  He holds her in his arms - fucking her standing up. She's  wrapped up in his strength.

You Can Quote Me...

"The world recedes, to become a lanscape of cool dark,
as her body takes on the signature of fiery colors in the night.
Her fingers will caress that sable twilight,
wrists circled with metal that is no match for her spirit,
which will ride the burning aura that banishes need,
and makes her a vessel of light."  - Paul Sardanas

"Your body is mine to use as I please.  Do you understand?" - Unknown

"Ouch" - Me (of course never uttered out loud...)

Yes, Just Like That...

...When he comes up behind me, sweeps my hair to the side and kisses my neck and bites my shoulder...

Take Your Clothes Off

…He said firmly but quietly.

“What?” I asked him?

"Take your clothes off."

He stood there leaning against the kitchen counter – one hand in his jeans pocket, the other on the counter – his left leg crossed over the right.

I was suddenly shy and the look on his face wasn’t helping.  He wasn’t exactly smiling, but it wasn’t a smirk either; something in between.  Whatever it was, he looked almost satisfied and it reached his eyes.  I felt myself blush and I turned my back to him and started undressing.

I stood before him, naked.  He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.  I pressed my hips against him.  He was incredibly hard.  He turned me around so I was facing the counter and spread my legs. 

While he was tasting me from behind, he asked me about the night before.  I had stayed overnight in the city and didn’t know if he would be joining me.  I meant to pack my vibrator in case he didn’t, but completely forgot it.  I told him I made due with my fingers. 

“Will you show me?”

Since he asked, instead of telling me, I stood there quietly.  I turned around and he lifted me up onto the counter.

I sat there, spread open in front of him and watched as he knelt between my legs.  He continued to hold my gaze as he took my clit in his mouth.  He slowly brought me to climax, teasing me with his tongue while he worked his fingers in my cunt. 

After I came, he put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked myself off of him.

He eased me off the counter and I laid my head on his chest, breathless and spent.  Absently, I rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

"Take it out."

I undid his belt and jeans and reached in for him.

Holy Fuck.  He was commando.  I have no explanation as to why this thrilled me, but it did.

I don't know if he carried me or I walked, but the next thing I knew, he had me up against and facing the wall - holding my wrists high above my head.  He fucked me like this; slamming me into the wall, pulling me by my hair, twisting my head around to kiss him.  I turned around and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around him and took me standing up.

There are so many things he does that might not seem like much to him, that elevate this for me and it becomes intensely intimate.

Awake

Sent from tM this morning.

Still working on a post that goes into the night behind this...

A Little Faster

I love how my breath quickens when I know something's coming.  My heart beats against my chest like it wants to be set free...

She Has Risen

She stretches in bed.  She is alone, enjoying the first morning she has been able to sleep-in in what seems like an eternity. 

Slowly she rolls onto her side, winces and, eyes flying wide open, jumps out of bed to the mirror.  Not the long mirror against the wall next to her bed; she smiles as she remembers him watching her in it.  Flipping on the bathroom light she stands in the bright room, hitching down the back of her pajama pants and there it is. 

Beauty.  Pleasure.  Pain.

The hair brush he used left a bruise.

She smiles.

A New Beginning

Maybe it's his former job or his background. She doesn't know, but it's there - he has a presence about him... 

He seemed nervous, though.  But then she took his hand and he calmed.  That was all it took.  A silent permission?  He continually touched her after that - his arm around her, his hand on her hip, his leg against hers.

They were sitting in the balcony, listening to the opening band.  Noise.  It was all just noise.

He turned towards her and put his hand in her hair, grasping it tightly pulling her head back and her face up.  Her breath caught as she closed her eyes to the sweet, sharp feeling of pain; not a lot, but it was enough.  And then his lips were on hers - warm and soft.  She felt his tongue slowly lick across her bottom lip and then he bit down, gently tugging and sucking her into him.  He pulled her head back again and nipped his way down her neck.

There was no noise now; just the sound of the blood rushing in her ears and the whisper of promise.

Play and Non-Play Sex

I spent some time this last week with tO, probably (sadly) for the last time, ever.

There was no play involved, but there were some elements.  He really has the spanking down - not letting up when he knows I'm reaching my pain threshold.  "Spanking through"?  Similar to a running phenomenon running through.

And my hair... grabbing a handful and yanking me back, pulling me into a very uncomfortable backbend.  Painful, scary and intense.  Couple that with his fingers I'm my cunt stroking my g-spot... Hmmm.  I get wet just remembering.

But I noticed a change in me.  I knew we weren't standing in the same D/s roles as before, so it was, for me, just done for me.  I did it because I wanted it, not for him as my D.  I pulled his hands away, wriggled away and spoke out on some of the harder spanks.

I guess that this is it for me.  I have a fear that I won't have TTWD anymore and it will just be an add-on to sex. 

Having what I did with tO and sharing what we did - I WANT that, but can't even wrap my head around anyone but him...

Still speaking in the present tense about this even though it's over.  This pain, the pain in my heart, this pain I don't like.

Merry Christmas

I found this on the Slave Isabelle's Journey Blog a couple of years ago...

Twas the night before Christmas,and all through the town

Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.

“Oh Santa,dear Santa,don’t spank me,I pray!

I’ll be ever so good,starting right from today!”

But Santa just chuckled,“I’ve heard that before

From many a bad girl with bottom so sore

As she wriggles and squirms ‘neath his hand’s hearty sting.

But a promise like that –why,it means not a thing.

What matters,dear One,as you’ll very soon see

Is that you should be spanked across Santa’s broad knee.

Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!”

And with that,the old fellow did just as he’d said,

And proceeded to spank her with all of his might

Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,

And each swat,ringing out like a loud pistol shot,

Turned her soft,round bottom increasingly hot.

Then,when she’d been hand-spanked with many a smack,

The jolly old fellow reached into his sack.

He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.

“Now,this is the thing that makes naughty girls good.”

He remarked with a grin. “And I think you’ll soon find

How effective it feels on a soft,tender behind!”

“Oh please,Santa! No more!” she cried in dismay,

But the paddle cracked down without further delay,

And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks

It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.

Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was in vain,

For the paddle descended again and again

Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore

And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.

But at last he relented allowing her to rise,

Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,

And murmuring,“There,it’s all over,my dear!”

Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.

Then he exclaimed,“Well Miss,your sweet bottom so curved

Has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.

From now on,I’m sure,I don’t need to explain,

If you’re good then I shan’t have to spank you again.

But if you are naughty –remember,my dear,

That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!”

Then smiling,he shouldered his bulging big sack,

And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.

So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,

With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow

And a sense that all manner of things were all right.

But she slept facing down on her tummy that night!

-Author Unknown

Letting Go - the Good Way

I just got back from a 10 day trip to the East Coast.  I got to spend some time with tO.  We're back together, and playing again, albeit ribbonless. 

I felt tO let go a bit more than usual. 

Have you felt play get to the point that you're on a knife edge, and you know if you tip to one side it will be too much and you'll break and come apart.  But if you tip to the other side, you just KNOW that it will fall short and you'll be left unwhole.  And the only thing that keeps it all in balance is Him.  He holds you there, by his will and your hair.  And the blade slices you and burns SO good...

Released

A sad day for me.  A couple of days ago,  tO decided to not continue our real life relationship and with that, today came the severing of our play relationship.

Not an easy thing to swallow, the break up, but hopefully I will learn from it.

tO was amazing.  He was everything I could want in a D.  The play we shared was on a level I've never experienced before.  Which is exactly why I couldn't write much about it.  It was all too intense and personal to share.

Asking to be released was hard, but necessary.  I asked not because I want to jump into another D/s relationship, but because I viewed it as a real tie to him.  When he asked me if I would be his s and if I wanted him for a D, I answered yes and took it seriously.  He removed the ribbon when he was out a few weeks ago, because I was having surgery. 

So I am glad I didn't have to take it off myself tonight.

That would have been too much.

And I hope he changes his mind and comes back to me.

Absence

It had been six weeks since she had seen Him.  Her body craved Him, needed Him.

They spent the morning at His work.  He wore His uniform.  It turned her on.

They came home and sat on the couch, relaxing.  He still had his uniform on.

He told her to go get her crop.

She did as she was told.

She knelt in front of him, holding the crop.

He told her to stand and He removed her panties.  He bent her over His knees - her sundress up around her waist.

He started spanking her, fast and hard, stopping occasionally to smooth His hand over her warming ass, only to start again just as hard.  She had to remind herself to breathe.

He let her up and leaned her over the couch, spreading her legs wide.  The crop/cane was brought down against her legs.  She had to bite down onto her hand to keep from crying out. 

He was bringing her there, she could feel herself drifting away.  He wouldn't let her go, though, not just yet.

He pulled her by the hair up onto her knees.  He unzipped the trousers of His uniform and pulled out His cock.  She opened her mouth and He thrust inside of her.  Not a pretty blow job - a hard, dirty, messy face fuck.  Several times He slid His cock deep into her throat, constricting her breathing, and held her there, panic starting to build as she felt her head go fuzzy.

He came like that - deep in her throat. 

Afterwards, she stayed kneeling, resting her head on the couch, exhausted and spent.  He absently ran His fingers through her hair.  She smiled to herself,  closed her eyes, and left.