In his eyes

As I alternated between a slow, sensual strokes up and down his shaft, sharp slaps to his cock and firm pats to his balls, I watched his face change. 

Sometimes, his eyes are closed as he enjoys the bliss of my soft hand but that never lasts long before I feel the need to hurt him again. After the first sharp slap to his cock though, his eyes fly open. The responses he gives me vary greatly. 

Often, he looks at me as if he's surprised. It's not genuine surprise because his eyes are soft and melty with sub space.  Sometimes he hisses or gasps. It's as if he's sleepy and aroused and yet surprised. This always amuses me. He knows I enjoy hurting him and I cannot fathom why he'd ever be surprised.

One of my favorite looks is the one I'd characterize as accusatory. He appears mad, forhead furrowed and typically growls aggressively at me.  It says, "What the fuck did you do that for" yet it encourages me to do it again. 

And then there is the look of adoration that tells me he will sit there and take whatever I want to dish out just as long as I want to give it to him. 

As I abused his cock over and over, I watched his face shift in response to my changes in tactics. In one particularly rough round of ball slapping, he growled and almost lunged towards me. His response made me smile, as it always does, but in a moment of clarity, a very interesting thought came to mind. 

His growl didn't scare me. His sudden lunge towards me didn't make me flinch. It just made me hot. Although he is bigger and stronger, none of his responses have ever made me afraid for my safety. They've only aroused me. 

The answer is in his eyes. Somewhere in the softness of his eyes, in his sub space, I can see there is no danger for me. There is no chance he wants retribution for all the pain I'm inflicting. There is only his acceptance and his desire to please me. 

Deep throating assignment

Another sub assignment that is just too hot not to share:


Hello Miss, per Your request, i have researched three tips and techniques to help me better deepthroat Your cock. I want to excel at this, because i know it will please and entertain You.

I am sure while i am sucking Your cock and fighting the natural urge to gag while attempting to deepthroat it i will feel submissive, slutty and used.

Here are the three techniques that i will implement:

Positioning:

I will point my chin forward to align my mouth with my throat to accomodate Your cock. If i do this while laying on my back with my head over the edge of the bed, You will have the enjoyment of watching my neck and throat expand and bulge as Your cock slides in deeper

Relax:

It will be important to fully relax as my mouth and throat attempt to fully accomodate Your cock. i will focus on Your needs and how much this will please You to be able to throat-fuck Your sub

Using my Tongue:

When i feel a little resistance i will try to use my tongue to pull Your cock in deeper. When i begin to feel the gag reflex, i will pause for a moment, without removing Your cock from you mouth, i will then extend my tongue out a little further, pulling my tongue back in my mouth, pulling Your cock along with it.

Playing soccer in panties

I'm always interested in detailed accounts of how the assignments I give subs make them feel. This one was just too hot not to share.

Dear Mistress,

As promised, attached are the pictures you requested. I hope you are pleased with the results.

When I woke up this morning and you requested that I perform a task, my excitement could not have been measured. It had been a while since you requested anything at all, so I was a little shocked when you asked that I wear panties to my morning playoff game.

As with any athlete, superstition plays an everyday roll, especially when it comes to their clothing. That being said, adding panties to my kit was a tad frightening, but my cock seemed to be telling me otherwise. The excitement didn't take long to build. Before I knew it my cock was bouncing with anticipation. I was given the chance to please you and judging by the amount of precum, there was nothing I wanted to do more.

Your instructions were clear, so off I went to obtain the cotton pair about which we spoke. There at the bottom of the crowded drawer, I finally found them. I was worried for a second, the bright colored pairs would have been far too easy for people to spot if a slide tackle were to go awry. On they went over my still throbbing cock. I stood there a moment before putting on the rest of my kit, noticing the not so great fit. Tight just doesn't cut it as a description. I was running late so the rest of my kit went on in a hurry. As I ran to the car I could feel the thong fill in between my cheeks and push against my ass. The feeling of the soft fabric against my hole reminded my of all those instances where you requested me to bend over and describe the feeling of the fabric as it rubbed against me. Still hard, I jumped into the car and off to the game.

When I arrived, I was nervous, and I never get nervous. Whether or not I was going to get caught was a prominent thought. I also worried about noticeable panty lines. As I shook hands with my team, I felt dirty. I felt that I was doing the least manly thing I'd ever done. But again the signs: I was still semi hard and leaking precum. I'd reach to adjust and I all I could feel was the hot and sticky precum all over my lower abdomen. Then I thought of you and how happy that would make you. From then on, you were in my head as if you were a spectator at the game. I wanted to play well for you. I wanted to work hard for you. Most importantly, I wanted to win for you.

As I pushed the ball toward the middle of the field 10 minutes into the game I saw my first opening. The forward had made a quick run to the left, showing for a pass, so I drove to the open space with speed and let a shot fly from 22 yards out. The goalie was late to his left and my shot hit the back of the net. I looked over to the sideline as if you were there and when you weren't, I reached my thumb into the side of my shorts and gave a hidden tug to my panties. I shivered a bit from that. 25 minutes in and I still had blood pulsing into my cock, albeit at a much slower pace. The urge to pull the thong from the crack of my ass was overwhelming, but I couldn't justify such a move... what would everyone think?

Come halftime, I hurriedly ran to my phone to update you. I enjoyed knowing you were pleased.

As for the rest of the game, you would have been proud, I scored again from 15 out and had two assists. I freaked out half way through the second half when I went to the ground for a slide tackle. I'd tied my shorts extra tight, but it didn't keep me from frantically checking myself.
As the game ended, I gave everyone a quick congrats and was off to the car. Jeff, our forward, knew I lived the closest and offered up my house for the boys to come watch the EPL games. I wanted to say no because I had pictures to take for my Mistress. I didn't, because I knew you'd like that I was taking pictures of myself in panties, while sweaty men, in great shape, sat only feet away from the closed door that hid me.

Thank you Mistress.

Always on my knees.

Snuggling

Nodder called me Mistress Snugglebunny. More than once.

And no, I didn't punish him for it for a couple of reasons. 1) It was funny. 2) It was true.

My name is Lilyana and I'm a snuggleholic.

I admit it.

I told Dr. Dom / Mr. Subby I wanted to blog about snuggling and that I thought that might be a sign I need to rethink my life.

He laughed and said, "Yeah but you're an a-fucking-mazing snuggler. YOU HAVE MAD SNUGGLE-IBILITY."

Snuggling is an intimate thing for me. Although I might put my feet in your lap, I definitely don't snuggle on the first date. But once I'm comfortable with someone, I'm definitely down for some full contact snuggling.

My favorite snuggling position with nodder was spooning. I loved being on the inside so I could feel his arms around me and so I could wiggle my ass against him.

I might enjoy snuggling but I'm still a sadistic bitch. He'd moan with frustration into my ear and I'd snicker softly.

But with Dr. Dom / Mr. Subby, snuggling is very different sometimes. Sure, we snuggle in the traditional ways, but sometimes it's as though he wants nothing more than to wrap himself around me in the most beautifully submissive way. He will put his head in my lap and his arms around my legs. And I totally melt.

I love the way he looks wrapped around me, so sweet and sexy. I'll rub his shaved head and feel him relax more, melting into me.

As much as I look forward to playing with him again, as exciting as it will be to make him pant, groan and scream, I have to admit, Mistress Snugglebunny is looking forward to satisfying the desire to feel him wrapped around me, his head in my lap.

NURU GEL

Before Dr. Dom / Mr. Subby came to visit for the first time four weeks ago, during our plotting and planning, he sent me a link to a post on Kendra Holliday's blog, The Beautiful Kind, "Nuru Lube Fantasy Cums True," telling me he'd done it and it was amazing. I read her blog and quickly agreed to add it to our kinky to do list.

We did it and he wrote about it. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to do it with my girlfriend, Elle, two weeks ago. It was SO HOT I decided to write about it too.

So what is this Nuru lube? What makes it so awesome that three sex bloggers feel compelled to write about it IN ALL CAPS?

IT IS JUST FUCKING AMAZING!!!

Ingredients for a slippery good time.

Nuru gel is 98% natural and, to quote their website, made from moisturizing nori seaweed, aloe vera, chamomile, and grapefruit extracts. It is a transparent, tasteless and deliciously slippery and OMG is it perfect for a steamy body-to-body massage!

Imagine the slipperiest thing imaginable. It's like that only slicker. And sexier. You're going to use your entire body, covered in this sensational stuff, to give your partner(s) a full body massage. It's like the best, most sensually naughty Slip N Slide ever.

You'll gasp, you'll moan, you'll giggle and make sloppy sloshy noises as you touch and are touched. Every movement becomes a sensual event.

Unlike other lubes and lotions, because Nuru is tasteless and odorless, you'll be able to lick and kiss all your little heart desires. And if you like putting fingers and insertable toys (or even fists) in naughty places, you're going to LOVE it so much you'll be WRITING IN ALL CAPS TOO.

Now I typically don't give commands in my posts but this one you're going to want to obey. Trust me. DO THIS:

1. Buy Nuru Gel. I got mine from Amazon - 33.8 oz. for $55. Yes, I said 33.8 oz. I know that's a lotta lube. It's enough for two sessions, three maybe if you wanted to skimp but you shouldn't so just don't. Just order the whole bottle. Trust me when I say you'll want to do it again and you'll want to do it exactly the way I'm telling you to do it now.
2. Get an air mattress. I used a queen sized one I already had it on hand for guests and whenever I inflate it for weekend visitors in the future, I'll smile and have naughty memories of it being used for far higher purposes.
3. Buy a waterproof, zippered mattress protector. This will make clean up quick and easy. Mine was $12.99 from Target. I can toss it in the wash and reuse it. 
4. Have a measuring cup, mixing bowl, towels and water bottle on hand. A water bottle that squirts is perfect. If you're a squirter, even better, but you'll still want the water bottle.
5. Pick a partner. Or two. Hell, Dr. Dom / Mr. Subby is talking about having a Nuru lube party. I think that's a grand idea! And after you do this, you'll be begging for an invitation.
6. Pick a location. If you have a fireplace, you'll want to do it right beside it. Not only is it romantic, it's WARM and being warm is important.

So now you've got everything on hand. It's time to prep.

The prepping probably seemed more time consuming than it really is, mostly because I was so excited to do this both times. But don't worry, I'm here to walk you through it.

1. Turn up the heat to about 80 degrees. While you may be a bit hot as you finish prepping, you're about to be naked and wet and you're going to want it warm.
2. Fill up your sink with hot water and submerge the bottle of lube in it.
3. Blow up your air mattress.
4. Put the air mattress cover on it.
5. Start a fire if you have a fireplace.
6. Put your towels by the fire.
7. Tip your air mattress at an angle against the fireplace so that the surface can begin to warm.
8. Mix the lube. DO NOT FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS ON THE BOTTLE. You'll want to follow Kendra's instructions because it is absolute perfection!
1. Pour about 2 cups of lube into the mixing bowl. 
2. Add 1/2 cup of water.
3. Mix it up with your hand.
4. Savor the slickness, get all excited and hard/wet about what you're about to do.
9. Fill up your spray bottle with really hot water.You'll want to use this later when things start to get a little sticky to get things slick and wet again.
10. Put your bowl of lube and water bottle in front of the fire.
11. Grab your partner(s) and jump in the shower. You'll just need a quick rinse. The idea is just to get wet. On the outside. If you're a woman, you're probably already wet on the inside.
12. Without drying off, lay your partner on the air mattress on the floor.
13. Grab the warm lube and gently pour it (or scoop a few handfuls) onto their chest.
14. Enjoy!

I've done this twice now. The first time was amazing because it was ... well ... my first time. The second time was amazing because I got to watch Elle enjoy it for the first time. Of course I was saying, "Isn't this the best thing EVER?" every 30 seconds. It was just so awesome. And there's a certainly to be said for doing this with another soft, delicious woman. But both times were notable, to be sure.

So consider this a warning. This is not one of those things you'll do once. You'll want to do it over and over again. You'll be glad I talked you into buying the big bottle.

And you'll want to tell everyone you know about it. It's just one of those things you'll want everyone you know to experience. You'll want to shout it from the rooftops or, at the very least, write about it in ALL CAPS!

My boy, Dr. Dom / Mr. Subby

Two and a half years ago, he found my blog. Shortly thereafter, he found me on twitter. Since then, we've slowly become closer through social media and over the phone, until one night, a month ago, I found myself sitting across from him and his beautiful wife at a LA restaurant.

Yes, his WIFE. As in married. Poly and married.

And beautiful. As in I just might have a mad crush on her.

He's a switch who started his journey into the lifestyle as a sub. He "turned Dom" five years ago and has enjoyed getting his kink on as a Top ever since. And now he's chosen to return to his roots a bit.

I couldn't be more flattered that he's chosen me. To have read every kinky word I've ever written, to have followed my tweets and mundane vanilla Facebook posts ... To be an experienced player with a great understanding of the lifestyle ...

And to say I find him intriguing is an understatement. His subby style, his switchiness, even the vanilla him, everything intrigues me.

He's a-freaking-dorable too. Definitely yummy.

He traveled from Southern California to spend the weekend with me in early January. We agreed before the trip we'd approach it with no expectations but we did, of course. It had been a little while since I'd had someone at my feet and he was more than anxious to be there.

He'd told me he "had a lot of subby to give," and even though we played very little, I can verify that it's true. Even though we had an action-packed, fantastic weekend full of sex and fun, what I enjoyed most, what I remember with a smile where those moments where he had a lot of subby to give and he gave it beautifully.

How he presented me with freshly poured champagne holding the crystal flute in both hands with a little bow and a blush. How he looked up at me, kneeling and all melty as I fastened my play collar around his neck. How he looked and felt wrapped around my legs with his head in my lap as I lounged on the bed.

There is a subby sweetness about him that barely conceals the intensity of the Dom beneath I know he is with others.

And I fucking love it.

I know he wrestles with it - his instinct to dominate. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. And I love that he submits, to me. That he overcomes that instinct. That he wants to submit to me even more than he wants to follow his instinct to dominate.

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Panties

I almost never wear panties. I blame my college boyfriend for that. Despite the fact that I had quite the collection of Victoria's Secret's finest silk and satin panties when we met, he preferred me panty-free.

I felt daring and undeniably naughty the first time I went out in public without panties. I remember locking eyes with him across the restaurant as I sauntered back from the salad bar feeling sure my mini skirt was going to reveal too much. I'm sure my smile gave me away.

And I'm sure we went home and fucked for hours.

In the years thereafter, I used my lack of panties as a weapon. I'd lean over to an unsuspecting guy and whisper, "I don't wear panties." I'd pause dramatically, letting that little tidbit sink in and then add, "Ever."

Somewhere along the way, not wearing panties became less sexy to me. I quit using it to shock guys. Sure, I still relished the little moan a guy couldn't suppress the first time he undid my pants or put his hands up my skirt and found no panties blocking his way. But wearing panties became the exception, not the norm and I'd comfortable with wearing no panties on a daily basis.

And then about five years ago, at the urging of my first girlfriend, I began buying panties again. Lacy boy shorts with a tiny satin bow and dangling sparkly bit that made me feel sexy and beautiful. Panties that made my ass look amazing.

One of the few pairs of panties I own.

I don't wear panties often. I save them for those times when I want to feel exceptionally sexy. And they never fail to make me feel almost naughty, much in the same way I felt so many years ago the first time I went without panties for my boyfriend.

The last time I played with medieval ken, I wore panties. And I had him do something so simple, so amazingly sexy that it might just change my mind about wearing panties. For play at least.

I had him kneel and then I stepped in close. "Now I want you to very, very slowly take my panties off."

As he slid his hands slowly up my thighs, I raked my fingers through his thick hair and steadied myself with my fingertips on his scalp. With his thumbs in the lace on each hip, he very, very slowly pulled my panties down to my ankles.

Even as I savored each moment, I marveled at how unexpectedly delicious something as simple as wearing panties could be.

OK, MAYBE just maybe it had a little something to do with the boy on his knees.