Attention all parents:

Please teach your children to cover their mouths when they cough. Teach them to wash their hands after using the bathroom. Teach them to sneeze away from the people in the room and to cover their mouth and nose when sneezing. Furthermore, if your child is sick enough to be coughing and sneezing all over the place, perhaps you should make them stay home from violin lessons. As long as you cancel in advance I’m pretty sure the teacher won’t mind rescheduling in order to avoid being exposed to your germy little sick machine.

Hanging clothes is…

currency in my house. Neither my husband, nor myself like to put up the clothes after doing laundry. He often does a few loads on Saturday mornings when I am working. The problem is by the time I get home from work all the clothes are laid out on the bed so as to not get wrinkled. Now, it wouldn’t take much additional work to put the clothes on hangers and put them in the closet. It’s literally three feet away from the bed. So, I don’t hang up the clothes either because I get pissed that he NEVER (ok, maybe once or twice) hangs them up without me helping him, but I often hang them up all by myself. Today we did laundry together and folded towels together and I hung up all other clothes by myself while he was hanging out online. I was happy to do it because I really wanted to get the laundry finished. Now he’s being really nice to me. Whoever hangs up the clothes in this house is deemed the hero by the other. We’re pitiful! lol

Thoughts.

I was driving to an out of town gig last night and I was thinking. I do a lot of thinking while driving alone. It’s my favorite time to be alone. Anyway, I was thinking about how happy I was feeling right at that moment. I was listening to good music cranked up really loud, enjoying the lovely countryside, and then this popped into my head, “I let an almost stranger tie me up, fuck me and beat me on a semi-regular basis.” Just thinking about it that way made me feel happy and free. Nobody else in my public life knows what I do for fun. They have no idea what is putting this smile on my face.

The gig last night was for a banquet for some group of catholics. I knew they were catholic because there were nuns and priests everywhere and the speaker was introduced as archbishop so-and-so. I knew ahead of time that it would be a very conservative group so I wore my lowest cut black shirt (we always have to wear all black for gigs….depressing). Nice cleavage and tight fitting in the right places, while still being just modest enough to get away with it.

I have never felt so out of place in my life. It wasn’t uncomfortable in the sense that I felt threatened or anything. I just realized that probably everyone there lives a shell of a life with no pleasure at all involved (except for whatever pleasure can be gained from actually believing in a religion, etc.). It made me very thankful for my life and what I have accomplished both in my career and in my private life.

The Simpson’s Movie is…

awesome.

Friends.

In my life I have had more male friends than female friends. The female friends that I have had were all needy and not good about actually being there for me when I needed a friend. In theory I guess they are real friends, but in practice I’m left alone to deal with my problems.

So, do men make better friends? Not exactly. Some of them do, and I’ve been lucky to have a lot of wonderful men in my life. Now that I’m married there are fewer male friends in my life and that makes me sad. It’s as if all my guy friends suddenly distanced themselves from me when I announced I was engaged all those years ago.

This whole “lifestyle” that my husband and I are exploring has put me back into a position where I can comfortably have male friends again. Of course, they are mostly online and non-face to face friends, but they are there for me just the same. And, I may have sex with these male friends, but isn’t that the fun part anyway? I think it’s really hot to think that I could attract someone sexually that really enjoys being my friend, too. And no, I do not believe that lust+friendship=love. I need more guys to hang out with. They are so much easier to understand because their motivation for most things is more in line with my own since I think about sex all day every day just like they do.

What do you all think? Can women and men be friends that have sex and not be in love? Do you make better friends with women or men? Do you have supportive friends? unsupportive friends?

“D Day 2″ Part IV

Next he untied my arms and legs, took out the ball gag, laid down on the bed and pulled my head on to his cock and told me to suck it. He was pushing my head down and I was trying my best to give him the best blow job I could. But I just wasn’t doing it for him so he pushed me away and told me to lick his balls while he made himself cum. This was part of the humiliation I think. I was supposed to feel bad that I didn’t make him cum….I did, too.

He took a break to smoke then and left me just kind of sitting there wondering what to expect next. I didn’t say much because I was still a little dazed. Next he tied me up with some sort of black tape that only sticks to itself. He wrapped it around my thighs and bound my tits this time a bit more tightly than with the rope. My legs weren’t completely together but not free to open all the way. He had me lay back and he started playing with my clit and putting his fingers inside me. I felt one, then two, then three go in. Then he started to slowly push all five in as far as he could. I’ve never experienced fisting before, but I knew that’s he was trying to do that to me. In fact, fisting wasn’t something I ever really wanted to try either, but once I felt his hand almost getting in I didn’t stop him. Even though he never got all the way in it still felt amazing. It hurt, but not in a panicky way. He was moving his fingers around inside me and with his other hand he was rubbing my clit slowly but firmly. I can’t even describe how good it felt. When I came it was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. It lasted forever. My whole body was shaking and I actually saw colors. D told me yesterday when we were discussing Saturday night that my muscles squeezed his hand so tightly that when he pulled it out it was numb like it had fallen asleep. I told him it was his own fault for making me cum like that.

After I recovered from that orgasm we were done. I couldn’t really stand up without help at first; my legs were shaky, and all I wanted to do was curl up on the bed and fall asleep. Couldn’t do that though cause I wasn’t home yet. I was definitely floating above myself sort of watching me put my clothes on say goodbye to D and then make my way slowly to my car with my husband’s most generous help.

When we got home of course my husband needed to fuck me. I wanted it too, but once he got inside me it hurt so badly I almost stopped him. My pussy has never been so sore. He fucked me mercilessly and I came despite the intense pain. It was another perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

Then Monday morning he wanted to fuck again. I wasn’t the least bit interested, but of course I wasn’t going to refuse him. Plus I kind of wanted to see how sore it still was. It was pretty bad. I was almost in tears by the time he finished. He left for work shortly afterwards and I was kind of in a funk for most of the afternoon….until I got so horny from starting to write about this series of posts. I masturbated and instantly felt better.

This session with D was much more intense than the first in all ways except that I have no marks on my body this time. My husband told me on Sunday afternoon that he wouldn’t mind seeing D mark up my ass and back. When I told that to D he was very glad because there is no way we could even approach my pain threshold with no marks. So, the thought of that both scares me and turns me on.

I didn’t talk to D afterward until last night. It felt awkward when I thought about contacting him when I saw him online on Sunday. I did say hi, but he didn’t have much time. But then Monday night we talked. I think I’m finally figuring out how to interact with him. For a while I just couldn’t figure it out. I’ve never experienced this sort of interaction before and I don’t know anyone who has either. Not much to base it on. I figured out that I just need to talk to him like he’s one of my girl friends. Sounds kind of weird, but that’s how I talked to him last night and it worked. It was comfortable and easy. He told me about a new relationship he’s starting with a girl and it might be serious. After telling me that he made sure to stress that she’s comfortable with the submissives he’s seeing, and especially me since I’m married and my husband is always there observing. I think that’s why I felt so comfortable talking to him last night. Because he just talked to me and asked me questions. Hmmm…that just gave me an idea for another post.

I hope you all enjoyed re-living my incredibly fun Saturday night. I realize that BDSM is not for everyone, and I wanted to mention to you all that it’s not the only thing I’m interested in so rest assured that I’m working on other hot encounters to write about. Let me know what you think. Do you have any requests? What sorts of things do YOU want to hear about?

Milestone

As I type this my site meter says there have been 19,999 hits to this blog since it started. Wow. 20,000!

“D Day 2″ Part III

Ok, so I left off with the candle wax. After he had covered me in little drops of candle wax almost from head to foot he decided to get serious with the huge dildo in my pussy. He started fucking me with it so hard it hurt like a bitch. It felt good at the same time, but I was starting to panic a little. This was the closest I came to using my safeword all night. It hurt and he wasn’t letting up. Then he started rubbing my clit, too. That’s when my head almost exploded. In that moment the contrast of pain and pleasure were melded into the most pleasant experience ever. That’s what this is all about for me.

After that finished I couldn’t really move I was frozen in place and my insides were still twitching for quite a few minutes. He untied my hands and feet and removed the blindfold and then kissed me. He was really gentle and comforting, and I’m glad he was because I was on the verge of being very disoriented. After he was satisfied that I was ok he left the room and came back with a washcloth and wiped the wax off of me. That felt really nice actually. Then he sat me up and put a ball gag in my mouth.

This was one of the firsts for me. I have a really small mouth (as my dentist verified back in January if you remember that post), and I’ve always wondered if I could handle a ball gag for more than a few minutes. After he secured the straps around my head he had me get on all fours and he spanked me with his hand until I whimpered. I was trying my best not to slobber all over his bed because of the ball gag, and thus was trying not to make a sound, but he got it out of me.

Then he had me lay down on my stomach with my hands at my sides and then tied my feet together and my hands to my feet. He modified a hogtie for me because I have to be careful of my hands, wrists, and arms being a violinist and all. This part of the evening is my favorite, and part of the reason I’m so freaking sore today.

He was very forceful after he had me tied up and unable to move. He was calling me all the names, whore, slut, bitch, etc. And he reached up and pinch my nose shut so I couldn’t breathe and wouldn’t let go until my face was red and my eyes started to flutter shut. He was smacking my face, and back, and arms, and ass with his hand. My skin was starting to feel warm. He put the huge dildo back inside me then left the bed and came back with something else and started beating my ass with it. After seeing the pictures I saw that it was a paddle covered with something smooth like leather. He was smacking my ass with it and I was starting to breathe heavy. I was really getting into it. It hurt really bad, but I enoyed it, and wanted to see how far I could go. He was saying things to me and touching my face which I think he did to fake me out like he was maybe going to pinch my nose shut again.

He started pushing on the dildo that was all the way inside me again and got me to cum by also rubbing my clit. Then he grabbed something else and felt him positioning my feet so that the soles were both level with each other and perfectly side by side. Suddenly I felt a strong smack to the soles of my feet. I had no idea what it was but it was much narrower than the thing before. From the pictures I can see that it was a yard stick. Well, I flinched and moved my feet, but he put them back where he had put them and smacked them a few more times before turning the yardstick on my ass. This is the most intense ass beating I’ve ever felt, but it wasn’t so much that I felt like I had to stop. The yardstick worked it’s way up my back from my ass then back down all the way to my feet again. He worked that thing for a long time and I almost stopped him when he tried hitting the palms of my hands. I pulled them under me in fists and he didn’t say anything so I think he knew that that was too far.

Time for another break….be sure to come back, the ending is the best part.

“D Day 2″ Part II

I am sore today. Not like last time. This soreness is something I’ve never experienced. You’ll know why soon enough.

Things started off pretty much the same as last time. He took off my glasses, kissed me, and I was transported. He had such a gentle smile on his face, but once his hands were on me the gentleness was forgotten. Within one minute he got me out of my clothes while kissing me, pinching my nipples, biting my tongue (got a great pic of that), and then once my pants were off fingering my pussy. He was still fully clothed and was all over me. It’s hard to describe, but I was disoriented and a bit overwhelmed by him.

Next, he had me sit up so he could bind my breasts. He used a white rope and got them bound up, but not very tight. Then he put nipple clamps on. I had my glasses off, but I could see enough to know that he was using binder clips. I started to panic a little because that would have been way too intense for me. Luckily he used rubber bands wrapped around them to reduce the tension greatly. They hurt, but not so much that I was screaming immediately.

He grabbed his flogger and used it on my breasts while clamped and bound. The pain wasn’t bad at all. I hardly flinched. It felt pretty good, but I needed more. Be pushed me back on the bed and slapped my face until I actually made some noise finally. He flogged my stomach and tits some more then stopped to put a condom on. Before he put his cock inside me he smacked my pussy hard a bunch of times then slammed it inside me and fucked me hard. I so love this man’s cock. And the way he looks at me……wow that’s a great memory. Looking up at him while he fucked me. He had this indescribable look on his face.

Then he took off the nipple clamps and sucked on my nipples……that felt amazing! He took the ropes off my breasts and laid me back again and fingered me while rubbing my clit until I came for him. Then he had me get on all fours and fucked me while whispering stuff in my ear like, “do you like that whore?” He spanked my ass, back, and shoulders while fucking me like I was just a slut to be used. It was awesome.

It’s hard to describe how all of this flowed. It was more than just, “ok, now we are going to do this.” It was just happening, and he had me in the moment.

He had me sit up and put a blindfold on me then had me lay down on the bed while he tied my hands and feet to the bedposts. I had no idea what to expect next then I felt the huge dildo he used last time going inside me. It’s a tight fit, but it feels so good. He left it inside me and walked away for a minute. Then I heard a cigarette lighter nearby and thought maybe he had stopped to smoke. Then I felt the first drop of candle wax. It took a few seconds for it to register what it was, but then I smelled the wax. He was merciless with that wax. At first it was fine, but then the sensations sort of started to accumulate. He started moving the dildo in and out, and the pleasure was so intense…..wow.

Ok, that’s enough for now. More to come!

“D Day 2″ Part I

The title was my husband’s idea. He’s clever like that I guess. Well, I just got home from D’s place. We got there a little after 12:30am (yes folks it’s the middle of the night). I got home a few minutes ago so that means I was at his place for over 2 1/2 hours. Much longer than last time’s 45 minutes. It was so much fun that I had trouble walking when we left. Since it is so late right now (4am) and I’m starting to come down enough to sleep I need to do just that. I will be writing the details tomorrow. I promise. Please harass me through comments so I get it finished. It will definitely be in several parts.

Some highlights:
-no bruises this time
-lots of firsts for me
-over 200 pictures taken (don’t even ask to see them unless we are already friends enough for you to already have seen pictures of me)
-I came so hard I saw colors

Time for my husband to fuck me (ouch!) and reclaim his slut of a wife.