I just spent the last week and a half in Canada with Jack. We were visiting his family and the only internet I had access to was his sister’s computer. I didn’t want to risk her finding the old blog here so I couldn’t update. I totally forgot to put up a post before we left. Sorry to any of you who worried.

No real groundbreaking sex stories. Some good ones though. Jack is so fucking hot that we can manage to fit in hot sex even though staying with family. He takes advantage of every opportunity.

Got some bad news before we left. It doesn’t affect me personally, but I think I will put up a private post about it. Can’t post about it in public because it will jeopardize my real identity.

I’ve got a ton of work to do before tomorrow so this is it for now. Hope everyone is well!!!

Jack and I just watched the opening ceremonies for the Olympics. It was a beautiful spectacle to watch. We missed the very first part, which was the actual spectacle, but we did see all the athletes entering the gigantic stadium.

I have always watched the Olympics as much as possible without going out of my way to do so. I’m a bigger fan of the winter games because of my love for winter. However, I do enjoy watching especially swimming. I was a competitive swimmer from ages 5-14. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to knowing what it’s like for these athletes. I gave up swimming in 8th grade because I was more interested in practicing my violin. I guess that paid off in the end, huh?

I got to thinking while watching the ceremony tonight that I was surprised that I didn’t wonder what I guess most other people would be wondering while watching it. I wasn’t thinking to myself, “Wow, how in the world could those people spend all their time practicing and training for a sport like that.” I was actually identifying with them. I’m certainly no athlete anymore, but I can identify with the dedication it takes to be an Olympic athlete. I understand the sacrifice it takes to be that good at something. I’m not trying to compare myself to these talented individuals, but I know what I would have had to do to be a world class music performer. I chose a different path - one that gave me a much fuller life. If I had chosen to become that kind of musician I would have never had the time to meet my husband. I would have never had a real social life. I would have had to constantly choose practicing over every other activity. I could never have studied all the extra subjects I did in college. I could have never even dreamed of following my inclination for kink. Maybe there are people who can accomplish both. I’m sure many famous musicians are happy with their lives, but there is also an emptiness and loneliness that they all exhibit. There are times when I long for the type of career I could have had. Those times pass when I enjoy Jack’s warm embrace or catch him smiling while looking at me. There will never be a time in my life when I don’t have music. BUT, there will also never be a time in my life when I do not have Jack. And for me that’s what life is about.

You might all be disappointed to hear that nothing happened with Mike. Nothing sexual at all. He was a perfect gentleman. It was a great weekend though despite the lack of sex. Well, actually there wasn’t a lack of sex at all. Jack wouldn’t take no for an answer so we ended up fucking while Mike was just down the hall. That was kind of hot. I’m sure Mike was passed out (he had a LOT of wine to drink), but it’s nice to think that maybe he heard us and was just a little jealous.

The party was fun. The mix of people was just right. I invited people from different social circles and that ended up being a perfect idea. My entire house was clean. I made sure to buy tasty food and wine and treats. I made my specialty - a recipe I got from my grandmother. It’s something that I remember just loving as a kid so when I moved away for graduate school I started making it for my friends because it reminded me of home. I changed the recipe once out of necessity (didn’t have enough of something), and added more of my favorite ingredients and it tasted even better. The next Christmas when I went home I made it for the family and my grandmother liked my way better. Now she follows my recipe. Don’t let this fool you though, I don’t cook. I hate cooking because I usually seem to mess things up, because my kitchen is woefully small, because I’m lazy, and because I hate cleaning up after myself. I had asked everyone to bring a small side dish or a dessert so we ended up with a HUGE spread! People stayed late and drank and ate and laughed and just had a good time. There were 11 people there and only 6 of us drank wine, but we ended up finishing 7 bottles! My wine rack is finally empty (I love buying wine, but Jack doesn’t drink it so I end up waiting for someone to share it with).

At one point I decided to put in the movie American Psycho. It’s kind of an inside joke between Mike and I because I think he’s exactly like the Christian Bale character in that movie. I like to tease him about it. There aren’t a lot of people in Mike’s life that can get away with teasing him unmercifully, and I am one of them. I’ve said this before, but for those of you who are new here: Mike and I play in an orchestra together in a different city - one that we both have to travel to get to. So, for one concert set last season I called him a week before it started and told him he had to watch this movie before I saw him again. He did, and then at break during the first rehearsal he came up to me and said, “I don’t work at Pierce & Pierce.” You’ll have to see the movie to know what I’m talking about. When Patrick starts talking about different music groups in the movie that’s when it sparked me that Mike is just like him. Mike has a similar manner of presenting his opinions about things…not necessarily music though.

The next morning we woke up a little hung over. Mike was far worse off than me. Jack and I made a breakfast of whole wheat pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, grapes, strawberries, coffee, and orange juice. I felt pretty proud of that breakfast. Jack makes some really fucking awesome eggs and hash browns.

The whole reason for Mike’s visit was to play some gigs with my quartet. Only one of the other regular members was able to make it so I asked him on a whim, fully expecting him to say no since he lives 3.5 hours away. But to my surprise he agreed to come. The first gig was Saturday afternoon before the party. It went perfectly. Then the second one was Sunday afternoon. That gig was kind of a downer because it was a mass memorial service for dead kids. But we played well, and it was only 30 minutes of playing. After the gig we went back to my house and had some more coffee and leftover food from the party and played board games until Mike had to go back home.

All in all it was a pretty memorable weekend for two reasons. One, Mike drove all that way. Two, because my house was STILL CLEAN after the party (thanks mainly to Jack who cleaned throughout the evening). It’s still clean to this day and this was a week and a half ago!

I’m finally getting to the details of my last encounter with D. This time was the most intense yet. We’ve been getting together for a year now so this was our “anniversary” encounter. The only reason I remember the exact day we started with him is because our photo library is organized by month and year so I just looked it up.

We had originally made plans to see D on Saturday night, but the plans changed so we decided to meet on Sunday afternoon. Seemed kind of like a weird time of day to get tied up, beaten and fucked. However, I enjoyed the irony of the beautiful warm weather outside while we did dark things inside.

This time we met at D’s apartment. He only has air conditioning in his bedroom so he quickly ushered us into the cooler room. Each time I see him it’s less and less awkward. He’s a friend now. The quality of our interaction is much more rewarding. The three of us have history. I find it even more stimulating knowing that he can predict how I’ll react to each sensation. D always adds something new or takes it just a little bit further to test my limits.

We started the way it always does. He took off my glasses then kissed me. The look in his eyes is so intense just before he takes my head in his hands and kisses me. I love the contrast between the tenderness expected in a kiss and the expectation of pain to come.

He kissed my lips, face and neck then turned me around so my back was to him, still kissing my neck. He took off my shirt and bra and grabbed my tits in his hands. It startled me a bit because it hurt so acutely. For some reason I was caught off guard. Then he started in on pinching and twisting my nipples. The way he pinches my nipples always causes what I call “panic pain.” Throughout these sessions I basically try to stop myself from panicking. Pain causes a natural reaction of panic, and overcoming that is what causes me pleasure. I sort of twisted away from him as a natural reaction to the feeling of panic that was overwhelming me, but he caught me in his arms and didn’t let me escape.

Next my pants and panties dropped to the floor and he tenderly kissed my neck as he reached down to test my wetness with his fingers. I’m sure he already knew I’d be dripping wet since I always am. He rubbed my clit and it felt so incredibly good in that moment as my nipples throbbed from his earlier assault on them and as I felt his tongue and lips on my neck.

He spread my legs slightly and began slapping my pussy. Quickly he had me lay on my back on his bed and he continued slapping my pussy while he kissed me. I was writhing in pain immediately. He was ramping it up quite quickly and my heart was racing. Usually I keep my eyes closed when he is hitting me because I can’t handle actually seeing it…makes it harder to endure. But his face was right above mine watching my face so I opened my eyes and made eye contact with him briefly. That was incredibly intense and I could feel myself slipping away into the sensations.

He moved quickly then and tied me to the four corners of his bed on my back spread open for him. That’s when the big flogger came out. It is heavy and thuds more than stings. He worked methodically from my legs to my pussy to my stomach to my tits, hitting me harder than he ever has before with that flogger. I love the feeling of it crashing down on me. My whole body shakes, and I can feel the breeze from the impact.

Next he started using a different flogger. This one is small and stings like a bitch. He focused on my pussy lips and nipples with that one. His aim is always very good and I could feel panic starting to rise again as he continued to strike me. I cannot get into the place where I float away when he’s using the little flogger. It’s too painful. I have to struggle to keep from moving to protect myself. It’s a good think I was tied down. I did break through one of the ankle restraints during one part where he was focused on my pussy lips. I was getting close to tears and when I look at the pictures now and I see how red my pussy lips were I can see why.

He stopped flogging and took off his pants and shoved his cock in my mouth. I love sucking his cock. It’s difficult when tied up though because he is so long that when I start to gag I can’t always get away. That helpless feeling is priceless. During this part he laid on top of me while his cock was in my mouth and licked my clit while fingering my pussy. That orgasm was incredible….first time he’s ever done that to me.

Next he untied me and flipped me over on my stomach. Then I heard him grab a belt. Up until this point I was already thinking that I was proud of myself for taking such a beating with that little flogger on my pussy. Well, that faded away as I found myself sinking deeper into panic as he worked me over with that belt. I was in tears right away. He’s only made me cry one other time and that took a lot. He usually holds back, but not that day…not with that belt. I look at the pictures and I can see angry red marks all over my legs, ass and back from that belt. I was sobbing and trying to keep it together and loving every moment of it. I never thought I’d be able to endure something like that, but I did.

One thing that has always disappointed me is the fact that my skin doesn’t mark easily. My tits bruise very easily, but nowhere else on me (except my stupid shins) ever gets marks. I want to feel welts raised on my ass, but they never come. I’ve had some bruising on my ass, but never anything as spectacular as on my tits. The more pain I can tolerate the closer we get to marking me up. The pictures Jack took during the session show my back covered in red marks overlapping one another. I’m proud to report that later that night I actually had one lasting mark on my shoulder from where the belt wrapped around and a few tiny bruises on my ass.

Before I could recover from the belt he had me get up on hands and knees and he shoved his cock in me. He fucked me hard while touching the places on my back and ass where he’d left marks. I was so turned on…..it felt so good for him to fuck me like that. I was flying so high!

Next, D took a break to smoke and brought us back some water. I was laying on my back on the bed and he started playing with my pussy and rubbing my clit. I wasn’t sure what was going on because my eyes were closed, but he had his cock ready to go in me and Jack was stroking it and then guiding it in while taking pictures with the other hand (he’s so multi-talented). While D was fucking me then Jack got some spectacular pictures of it close up; you can see some marks from the belt on my ass and everything.

Next came the clothespins. I remember the first session with D last summer he used clothespins and I was terrified - they hurt so bad. Now I barely even register that they were on me. He had a few on each pussy lip and a few around each nipple with on right on the nipple. Sure, they hurt a little coming off, but what really hurt was the damned wooden spoon. That thing sucks!!! I worked me over with that thing. He hit my pussy and even held my lips open by the clothespins and hit my clit a few times. It was very difficult not to try to block him and close my legs. He smacked me on the stomach and especially the tits, too. Then the clothespins came off unceremoniously and he proceeded to hit the sore spots with the wooden spoon, too. That was torture. I loved it.

After that things started to get a little hazy for me. There is a picture from the next part where I’m sucking D’s cock and I look like I’m wasted drunk or something. It’s kind of funny to see, actually. Then next part I’m standing up bent over sucking D’s cock while he is laying on his back. Jack took the opportunity to grab our new flogger and start in on me. This new flogger is evil…it’s little rubber strands and it stings so bad! Jack hits harder than D (probably because D is still holding back from going as far as he’s capable, but also Jack is just a much stronger man). Jack had me crying right away and I was doing my best to suck D’s cock at the same time. This part was very intense for me.

Next Jack got on the bed and we sucked D’s cock together. I just stared into Jack’s eyes as we shared that amazing cock between the two of us. D caressed my head and face and shoulder. Nothing better than sharing a cock with Jack….so awesome.

Next D got some sort of heavy cloth belt thing. It was like neoprene or fabric covered elastic or something. This thing hurt the most of anything else that day. I maxed out my pain tolerance on that thing. I was crying so hard my nose started to run and I was starting to feel like I needed to stop. D hit my ass and back with that strap. I endured it all, though and I feel very good about that.

Next I sucked D’s cock while Jack fucked me. I was laying on my back and D was kneeling above me, facing Jack. D was alternating between shoving his cock down my throat and shoving his balls or ass in my face. While I was sucking his cock I felt him getting close to cumming and he pulled out of my mouth and shot on my face and tits. I lapped up as much as I could and he pushed some of the cum into my mouth. Then he sat and cradled my head as Jack started fucking me harder before he pulled out and came all over my stomach and tits. I scooped up a little of Jack’s cum so I could taste him, too.

I was so dazed after everything was over. I felt so amazingly good….those guys always have that effect on me. This session was at least twice as intense as any previous one. The rest of the day I was just moving slow. It hurt to sit down for days afterward. The redness stayed on my back for about a day. There were little tiny bruises on my ass for about 5 days, and the bruises on my tits are still a little visible now two weeks later.

I felt great mentally the rest of that Sunday evening, but on Monday I just felt really sad for no real reason. I have had that reaction following sessions before, but this was the worst so far. Jack took care of me though and made sure I was ok. He is such an amazing man.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this (very long) update post. I’ve had a very busy last few weeks, and I’ve got other posts in the works. Thanks everyone for sticking around!

I was so stressed out about this week, but I think my planning and organization have paid off. Everything is going as planned so far. I’ve cleaned my entire house with the help of my lovely assistant also known as Jack (who has told me to include here that he has a big cock). Mike will be arriving in 20 minutes then we leave for the first gig shortly after that. Wish me well!!

This should be fun.

I’m heading out of town in the morning. I have a business trip in a large city kind of close to where I live. I have a very long drive, but it will be a good trip. I’ve done this before so I know where I’m going. I am not bringing my laptop with me so no updates until Friday (or Thursday night if I’m not too tired when I get home).

I’ll probably post the details of my last encounter with D……yeah eventually.

I just got home from a very intense two hours with D and Jack. I’ve never taken a beating like that before. I’m sore and red and marked up and I couldn’t feel better. I just looked through the pictures, and I can barely believe it was me that was taking that beating. They used hands, clothespins, three different floggers (one leather, one rubber, one small stinger), two different belts (one leather, and one really ouchie cloth/elastic), wooden spoon (totally evil), a very large dildo, and two very large cocks…oh yeah and a tongue.

Details anyone?

THIS.

Why do women act like this? Why are men stupid enough to stay with them? Women usually not capable of learning to like sex. So, men: if she doesn’t like it now she never will. RUN for your life!!!!!

I’m a little stressed. Work is very busy these days. Ok, well it’s not actually any of my “jobs” that I’m busy with. I have to tape two episodes of a friend’s “tv” show next Wednesday, and I’m feeling the crunch. It’s just a small web-based show about classical music, but she got word this past spring that she got picked up by a cable company in Europe. I don’t know the details, but it kind of sounds exciting. Some of you might remember me talking about being on the show when it was still live. I appeared in April of 2007. I have to discuss my dissertation topic and perform some of the music. It’s a good way for me to get stuff organized in my head because I’m still working towards a topic.

Is there anyone out there that is fluent in German and also knows something about music? I have three articles to get translated asap. It’s frustrating that I chose to study French way back in high school when my research area would have benefited more from German (of Russian for that matter!!). Oh well, I’m sure I’ll find someone soon.

I’m also organizing two freelance gigs not this weekend, but next weekend. Usually that sort of thing is really easy to facilitate. BUT, two of my normal quartet members bailed a week ago and I had to punt. On a whim I asked someone who lives 3 and a half hours away. It’s two gigs over two days, but the money isn’t all that great. I had to just ask anyway. I fully expected him to take a pass. Want to know who this guy is? Remember the colleague of mine that I fantasized about a lot during last season? The violinist that I kissed, but ended up not fucking? I think I called him Mike in the fictional story I wrote about him. Yeah, it’s him….and he’s staying at my house that weekend.

Jack and I decided that nothing is going to happen. We are going to act like normal, non-sexual people for the weekend and just go about our own business. In order to reduce any potential for awkwardness I have planned a party Saturday night. We should be done working about 5pm and I have invited people to my house at 6. This way there won’t be any weird conversations. Mike doesn’t know that Jack knows we kissed. Jack kind of likes that fact because he’s expecting to enjoy observing Mike deal with that. Anyone want to come to a party?

Jack did shave me and he did lick me and we fucked and it was all awesome! I didn’t squirt again, but it was still damn good.

Today is our 8 year wedding anniversary. Jack called in sick to work today to stay home and spend the day with me. We have no money so we aren’t doing anything special, but at least we have each other. Oh and we’re still both smooth and ready to go!