Sometimes checking my collarme mail can be down right entertaining. Below is the profile of a potential who messaged me as well as our correspondences. I've bolded the worst grammar transgressions.
Hello everyone i hope you are all doing well. please read my full profile.
i am [potential sub's username] and i am a submissive. i have been in this lifestyle since 2006 . i do not have much experience but i am willing to learn and grow. my goal is to find a domme or couple that i can serve and learn from and make happy and be theres. i am looking for a loving caring domme or couple, someone who is not to strict. i am not looking to give up all my freedoms hence me being a submissive not a slave. maybe one day down the road i will be ready to become a slave if i find that special domme or couple i am willing to give up everything for..
i am willing to travel to find a domme or couple and meet them . i am also willing to pay for them to come visit me if need be. i am very kind, caring, smart, obedient. i am a quick learner and a gentleman. i am good at house work. cleaning, laundry, gardening, wood work, computers, cooking, i am learning to give good messages.
if i send a message please respond either way weather you are interested or not. also if i unsend a message its becuase i didnt like what i wrote and i am thinking of something better to write. i am very picky about what i say and write. i am trying to be a better writer
more to come
Messages exchange through collarme:
potential sub on 4/9/10 at 10:01 AM:
Hello ma'am how are you doing today. i hope you are having a good day and continue to and i also hope you have a good weekend. i hope we can talk if possible. I am always looking for more friends and i am very interested in talking to you and getting to know you.I am also very very very interested in talking to you about possibly being your submissive
MistressLilyana on 4/9/10 at 10:11 AM:
I'm not interested but wish you luck in your search.
potential sub on 4/9/10 at 10:12 AM:
may i ask why you arnt interested
MistressLilyana on 4/9/10 at 10:19 AM:
Well since you asked, you state in your profile you're smart, then you proceed to misspell and misuse multiple words. I realize everyone makes typos, but there are enough to make me think you're either not as intelligent as you think or you're careless. Either are turn offs for me. I do wish you the best of luck in your search though. You'll find someone. I'm just not the right one of you.
potential sub on 4/9/10 at 10:23 AM:
well to me that is not a good enough reason. people make more typos on computers especialy when they are typing fast like i am and doing a school project at the same time but if that is how you think i wish you the best of luck. may i say thought that if you have alot of small things like this that prevent you from finding someone then you should rethink everything and maybe shorten the list of what turns you off as everyone makes typos and has small problems
MistressLilyana on 4/9/10 at 8:42 PM:
The right guy for me will think enough about me to proofread his messages to me. The right woman for you won't care. Thanks for the feedback.
potential sub on 4/9/10 at 9:22 PM:
lol well see thats the problem people dont proof read alot and most of the time its spell check if they want to.. people are lazy these days in many ways
MistressLilyana on 4/10/10 at 0:18 AM:
Thanks for making my point. I don't want a sub that is too lazy to proof his communications. That means he's lazy in other areas, or as you say, in many ways.
I know your jaw is on the floor as you read my responses. You're probably thinking I'm way too nice. I always try to be respectful because you just never know when someone you meet online will get upset with you and go all stalker on you.
Still, you never know when I'll snap on one of these obnoxious idiots one day. So if you have a collarme profile, for goodness sake, check it for grammar errors. Show the Dominants you contact a little respect and take a few seconds to proof your messages too.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The hottest moment - by sindi
Although I am completely bi-sexual, I have not had a lot of bi-sexual experience. In fact, it has only been in the last three years that I really began to explore the lesbian side of my sexuality, and only in the last year that I finally made it happen.
So, my Mistress, along with gaining whatever benefits there are to having a sub who is brand new to BDSM, also gets the benefits of having a sub who is somewhat virgin to lesbian sex.
All of this takes us to a text conversation I recently had with my Mistress while driving back to Arizona.
Fresh from several hot sessions with her, my mind was rolling over the various scenarios we have already played out in our three-month relationship.
“What’s the hottest thing you have done with me?” I asked her, via text.
“Well, edging you 10 times was pretty hot,” she text back. “What about you?”
“I’m not saying. LOL,” I replied.
If you have followed my Mistress’s blog, you will know that we have a pretty casual D/s relationship in which joking around is highly encouraged.
However, this time, my Mistress was not in a joking mood, and I failed to pick up on that vibe in our written communication.
After she attempted several times to get me to divulge my secret, and I cutely, (I thought) evaded giving it up to her, she cut the game short.
“So, you are refusing to tell me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Because if I tell you, you will never do it again.”
That last comment resulted in an explosion of texts on my cell phone, as my Mistress lashed out at me for not being open with her.
She immediately forbade me from speaking to her for a full 36 hours, torture for any sub, but especially a Mistress Lilyana sub, as communication - and daily entertainment - is always a continuum.
When we finally spoke again, after the 36 hour period, I explained to her that I had thought that I was actually complementing her with my comments, and meant no disrespect to her what-so-ever.
Because it was important to me to explain my feelings correctly, we decided that I would reveal my secret hottest moment to her and her readers by blog. So here it is ...
It wasn’t the smothering. No, when she shoved my face into her wet pussy, sadistically pulling my hair as she moaned in pleasure, that was not the hottest moment.
Although she would later tell me it was one of her favorite moments - in particular my whimpering and my occasional, desperate, gasps for air while I tried to remain focused on licking her correctly. That pleased her, she told me.
It wasn’t the edging. Yes, she edged me 10 times with a Hitachi before finally allowing my aching pussy intense release. It was an exceptional experience, and my hat is off to Japanese technology, but, it was not the hottest moment.
It was not the figging.
“It’s starting to burn Mistress,” I had told her, confused about what was happening within my ass, which she had just stuffed with an object that was unknown to me.
“What is the problem?” she coyly asked me, fully aware of what I had said, as she knew the effect the ginger root produced.
“It feels hot Mistress,” I whimpered, before she proceeded to whip my ass to a bruising I had not yet experienced in our play.
No. That was not it.
It was not the clothespins. Gagged and tied to a bench in my hotel room, she lifted me to the highest levels of sub space, and actually produced my tears as, one-by-one, she clipped a whole set of clothespins to my pussy, nipples and other tender spots, before ripping them all off at once. The pain was intense. That was not the moment.
But the tying and binding was something else.
I learned early on, well immediately, really, of my Mistress’s skills with rope.
Less than three hours after we met for the first time - and one hour after she took the liberty of planting a full mouth kiss on me in front of everyone at the Vegas lounge where we had our first date - my Mistress was tying my body spread-eagle to a bed in a stylish downtown hotel room.
As with any good Mistress, she was prepared to play.
I watched wide-eyed as she pulled out a pair of scissors from her bag, cut off my panties, and quickly fashioned them into a blindfold that she tied around my head.
I felt her strength as she held my hands down to where she wanted them, and began to kiss my mouth for a very long time. She pulled the panty blindfold down, gagging my mouth with it as she worked her way down my nude body. Then she consumed me.
The sensation was overload. I had only received oral sex from one other girl before, and my Mistress' velvet tongue showed no mercy as she dug into my flesh like the experienced bisexual woman she is.
The fact that the experience was combined with my first full body restraint experience is just magnificent luck, and I know it.
But still, as hot as my first night with Mistress was, it was still, not the hottest moment.
It was not the moment that I had treasured so much, that its secret status with me had ultimately resulted in a 36-hour suspension of our relationship.
No, that cherished moment came during our second visit together, after we had been communicating via text and telephone for about one month.
At that time, I was working to be removed from her “consideration” status, to the role of her full sub. I was still learning all that she expected of me, was busy memorizing her submissive positions, and was basically trying not to fuck up as I did that night when she arrived at my room.
“You are supposed to be kneeling at the door,” she said when I answered the door, nude, as she requested, but standing up.
Later that night, after some light play on her part, and service to her on mine, I lay on the bed waiting for her to return from the restroom.
When she returned she was in a negligee, a giant purple dick swinging in front of her crotch.
“You realize I am about to ruin you for cock,” she told me, just before I sat on the large phallus as she had ordered me to.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, guiding the large rubbery dildo into my wet pussy.
I rode her cock hard, occasionally looking down at her and watching as the grinding movement of my hips and pussy began to work her into a frenzy.
Then, it happened.
Pushing me off of her, she ordered me to get on all fours and face the headboard of the bed.
“Put your hands by your ankles,” she instructed me.
I did as she said, and immediately felt the tightening of rope as she bound each of my hands to each ankle with rope cuffs, a special design all her own, leaving me with my head down on the bed, my ass in the air, utterly helpless and exposed to her.
She didn’t waste a second as she forced her large toy cock back into my pussy and proceeded to fuck me like she had been born with a dick.
I listened to her groan, losing herself in pleasure, shoving the cock deep into my pussy as her movements bared down on her clit. At that moment, I realized the sadistic nature of my new Mistress. She was fucking me, and I was an object.
In my bound position, I was completely her fuck toy. A hole for her to fuck, for as long as she wanted to, and an ass to beat if she so desired. And it turned me on, immensely.
Later, I thought of the experience over and over, getting wet every time I did so.
What was it? I wondered, about me, and about her. It wasn’t like I didn’t know she was kinky and sadistic. She is a Mistress, after all. Eventually, I figured it out.
She was truly dominant. I was truly submissive. She had taken me. And it was the hottest moment.
So, my Mistress, along with gaining whatever benefits there are to having a sub who is brand new to BDSM, also gets the benefits of having a sub who is somewhat virgin to lesbian sex.
All of this takes us to a text conversation I recently had with my Mistress while driving back to Arizona.
Fresh from several hot sessions with her, my mind was rolling over the various scenarios we have already played out in our three-month relationship.
“What’s the hottest thing you have done with me?” I asked her, via text.
“Well, edging you 10 times was pretty hot,” she text back. “What about you?”
“I’m not saying. LOL,” I replied.
If you have followed my Mistress’s blog, you will know that we have a pretty casual D/s relationship in which joking around is highly encouraged.
However, this time, my Mistress was not in a joking mood, and I failed to pick up on that vibe in our written communication.
After she attempted several times to get me to divulge my secret, and I cutely, (I thought) evaded giving it up to her, she cut the game short.
“So, you are refusing to tell me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Because if I tell you, you will never do it again.”
That last comment resulted in an explosion of texts on my cell phone, as my Mistress lashed out at me for not being open with her.
She immediately forbade me from speaking to her for a full 36 hours, torture for any sub, but especially a Mistress Lilyana sub, as communication - and daily entertainment - is always a continuum.
When we finally spoke again, after the 36 hour period, I explained to her that I had thought that I was actually complementing her with my comments, and meant no disrespect to her what-so-ever.
Because it was important to me to explain my feelings correctly, we decided that I would reveal my secret hottest moment to her and her readers by blog. So here it is ...
It wasn’t the smothering. No, when she shoved my face into her wet pussy, sadistically pulling my hair as she moaned in pleasure, that was not the hottest moment.
Although she would later tell me it was one of her favorite moments - in particular my whimpering and my occasional, desperate, gasps for air while I tried to remain focused on licking her correctly. That pleased her, she told me.
It wasn’t the edging. Yes, she edged me 10 times with a Hitachi before finally allowing my aching pussy intense release. It was an exceptional experience, and my hat is off to Japanese technology, but, it was not the hottest moment.
It was not the figging.
“It’s starting to burn Mistress,” I had told her, confused about what was happening within my ass, which she had just stuffed with an object that was unknown to me.
“What is the problem?” she coyly asked me, fully aware of what I had said, as she knew the effect the ginger root produced.
“It feels hot Mistress,” I whimpered, before she proceeded to whip my ass to a bruising I had not yet experienced in our play.
No. That was not it.
It was not the clothespins. Gagged and tied to a bench in my hotel room, she lifted me to the highest levels of sub space, and actually produced my tears as, one-by-one, she clipped a whole set of clothespins to my pussy, nipples and other tender spots, before ripping them all off at once. The pain was intense. That was not the moment.
But the tying and binding was something else.
I learned early on, well immediately, really, of my Mistress’s skills with rope.
Less than three hours after we met for the first time - and one hour after she took the liberty of planting a full mouth kiss on me in front of everyone at the Vegas lounge where we had our first date - my Mistress was tying my body spread-eagle to a bed in a stylish downtown hotel room.
As with any good Mistress, she was prepared to play.
I watched wide-eyed as she pulled out a pair of scissors from her bag, cut off my panties, and quickly fashioned them into a blindfold that she tied around my head.
I felt her strength as she held my hands down to where she wanted them, and began to kiss my mouth for a very long time. She pulled the panty blindfold down, gagging my mouth with it as she worked her way down my nude body. Then she consumed me.
The sensation was overload. I had only received oral sex from one other girl before, and my Mistress' velvet tongue showed no mercy as she dug into my flesh like the experienced bisexual woman she is.
The fact that the experience was combined with my first full body restraint experience is just magnificent luck, and I know it.
But still, as hot as my first night with Mistress was, it was still, not the hottest moment.
It was not the moment that I had treasured so much, that its secret status with me had ultimately resulted in a 36-hour suspension of our relationship.
No, that cherished moment came during our second visit together, after we had been communicating via text and telephone for about one month.
At that time, I was working to be removed from her “consideration” status, to the role of her full sub. I was still learning all that she expected of me, was busy memorizing her submissive positions, and was basically trying not to fuck up as I did that night when she arrived at my room.
“You are supposed to be kneeling at the door,” she said when I answered the door, nude, as she requested, but standing up.
Later that night, after some light play on her part, and service to her on mine, I lay on the bed waiting for her to return from the restroom.
When she returned she was in a negligee, a giant purple dick swinging in front of her crotch.
“You realize I am about to ruin you for cock,” she told me, just before I sat on the large phallus as she had ordered me to.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, guiding the large rubbery dildo into my wet pussy.
I rode her cock hard, occasionally looking down at her and watching as the grinding movement of my hips and pussy began to work her into a frenzy.
Then, it happened.
Pushing me off of her, she ordered me to get on all fours and face the headboard of the bed.
“Put your hands by your ankles,” she instructed me.
I did as she said, and immediately felt the tightening of rope as she bound each of my hands to each ankle with rope cuffs, a special design all her own, leaving me with my head down on the bed, my ass in the air, utterly helpless and exposed to her.
I listened to her groan, losing herself in pleasure, shoving the cock deep into my pussy as her movements bared down on her clit. At that moment, I realized the sadistic nature of my new Mistress. She was fucking me, and I was an object.
In my bound position, I was completely her fuck toy. A hole for her to fuck, for as long as she wanted to, and an ass to beat if she so desired. And it turned me on, immensely.
Later, I thought of the experience over and over, getting wet every time I did so.
What was it? I wondered, about me, and about her. It wasn’t like I didn’t know she was kinky and sadistic. She is a Mistress, after all. Eventually, I figured it out.
She was truly dominant. I was truly submissive. She had taken me. And it was the hottest moment.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Am I polyamorous?
I've learned a lot about myself over the past 3 years.
First I learned I am bi sexual. Mmmm that was a deliciously welcome discovery. The thrill I felt when she first said, "I think I might have a crush on you" has evolved into something I enjoy more than I ever imagined.
Then I learned I am Dominant or rather 6 identified it in me and encouraged it. This changed the way I look at men and honestly, life in general.
Both of these things have become an integral part of me.
Lately I've done a lot of introspection trying to figure out who this bi Dominant Lilyana is, how to integrate those aspects of her into her existing life and what will make her happy.
When I consider my future, obviously I don't see myself in a conventional relationship. There will be kinky aspects to be sure, possibly D/s. But lately I'm seeing clear indications that there may be more than one unconventional relationship in my future.
According to alt.polyamory, Polyamory means "loving more than one." This love may be sexual, emotional, spiritual, or any combination thereof, according to the desires and agreements of the individuals involved.
If I consider that definition, I'm definitely poly because even if I find Mr. Right tomorrow, I'll want to keep a female FWB (friends with benefits). Now that I've sampled the deliciousness that is known as woman, I don't think I can go without. And I don't want to always share that with a man, even the elusive Mr. Right.
Is there even a Mr. Right for me? My ONE? I've begun to think maybe there isn't one single person who can satisfy all my intellectual and physical desires, particularly the kinky ones.
I adore submissive men and can easily see having one in my life. At the same time, I'm still thrilled by the type of equal partnership I experienced with my FMT over the year we dated and can easily see a pseudo vanilla guy like him in my life. A consort, if you will.
And then there's the need to have a delicious woman around to satisfy my need for soft yumminess from time to time.
So I'm poly. Simple enough right?
Anyone who is polyamorous will tell you that there are challenges. Relationship challenges, just like any other, certainly, but also challenges regarding how to integrate this lifestyle into your vanilla life. What do you tell and not tell your friends and family? How do you address this with your potential partners? What are the dynamics like when you have multiple partners?
These are all questions I'm asking myself and those I know engaged in the lifestyle. I'm reading and researching and will continue to do so.
What does this change for me right now?
Very little actually. I am dating both vanilla and submissive men and I'm upfront with them about the fact that I'm seeing other men. I also let them know I expect them to be supportive of my kinky endeavors, even if they aren't include in them. So far I've been pleasantly surprised at how easy it has been to find guys, kinky AND vanilla, who are open to this kind of arrangement. Nothing has evolved into a long term relationship yet but I'm hopeful and am willing to be patient.
I have a female sub I also consider my FWB. Although admittedly, no guy has yet to protest this arrangement and I don't anticipate this being an issue.
So basically the only thing that this revelation changed is my outlook on my future. I'm not longer worried about finding my ONE. And I'm no longer worried about whether or not my ONE is submissive or if I need someone I consider my equal as my ONE. This releases me to enjoy the fabulous men and boys (and females) who wander into my life for what they are and what we have together without the pressure of monogamy and "commitment."
Is this really a revelation? Apparently only to me. Upon telling one of my pseudo vanilla best friends, she exclaimed, "Really? Really? How could you not know you're poly! It's like you've been taking all of the classes all along and just never declared your major."
First I learned I am bi sexual. Mmmm that was a deliciously welcome discovery. The thrill I felt when she first said, "I think I might have a crush on you" has evolved into something I enjoy more than I ever imagined.
Then I learned I am Dominant or rather 6 identified it in me and encouraged it. This changed the way I look at men and honestly, life in general.
Both of these things have become an integral part of me.
Lately I've done a lot of introspection trying to figure out who this bi Dominant Lilyana is, how to integrate those aspects of her into her existing life and what will make her happy.
According to alt.polyamory, Polyamory means "loving more than one." This love may be sexual, emotional, spiritual, or any combination thereof, according to the desires and agreements of the individuals involved.
If I consider that definition, I'm definitely poly because even if I find Mr. Right tomorrow, I'll want to keep a female FWB (friends with benefits). Now that I've sampled the deliciousness that is known as woman, I don't think I can go without. And I don't want to always share that with a man, even the elusive Mr. Right.
Is there even a Mr. Right for me? My ONE? I've begun to think maybe there isn't one single person who can satisfy all my intellectual and physical desires, particularly the kinky ones.
I adore submissive men and can easily see having one in my life. At the same time, I'm still thrilled by the type of equal partnership I experienced with my FMT over the year we dated and can easily see a pseudo vanilla guy like him in my life. A consort, if you will.
And then there's the need to have a delicious woman around to satisfy my need for soft yumminess from time to time.
So I'm poly. Simple enough right?
Anyone who is polyamorous will tell you that there are challenges. Relationship challenges, just like any other, certainly, but also challenges regarding how to integrate this lifestyle into your vanilla life. What do you tell and not tell your friends and family? How do you address this with your potential partners? What are the dynamics like when you have multiple partners?
These are all questions I'm asking myself and those I know engaged in the lifestyle. I'm reading and researching and will continue to do so.
What does this change for me right now?
Very little actually. I am dating both vanilla and submissive men and I'm upfront with them about the fact that I'm seeing other men. I also let them know I expect them to be supportive of my kinky endeavors, even if they aren't include in them. So far I've been pleasantly surprised at how easy it has been to find guys, kinky AND vanilla, who are open to this kind of arrangement. Nothing has evolved into a long term relationship yet but I'm hopeful and am willing to be patient.
I have a female sub I also consider my FWB. Although admittedly, no guy has yet to protest this arrangement and I don't anticipate this being an issue.
So basically the only thing that this revelation changed is my outlook on my future. I'm not longer worried about finding my ONE. And I'm no longer worried about whether or not my ONE is submissive or if I need someone I consider my equal as my ONE. This releases me to enjoy the fabulous men and boys (and females) who wander into my life for what they are and what we have together without the pressure of monogamy and "commitment."
Is this really a revelation? Apparently only to me. Upon telling one of my pseudo vanilla best friends, she exclaimed, "Really? Really? How could you not know you're poly! It's like you've been taking all of the classes all along and just never declared your major."
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Adventures in butt plug acquisition - Part 3 - by sindi
The following blog was written by my femsub, sindi, who I often refer to as "the girl." My simple assignment, to buy a butt plug, turned into a hilarious adventure that I felt could be chronicled best by sindi herself. This is part 3 of 3. Be sure to read part 1 and part 2 if you haven't already.
Down to the last few days before my trip to Vegas, I was now desperate to complete my assignment. I was determined not to be a cumboy.
The next day I got an early start on my work day so that I could spend the last part of the day continuing the search. By now, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of settling. If I was going to spend this much time looking for ass adornment for my Mistress, I might as well get the one we both wanted.
I Googled “adult sex toys” along with the name of the Phoenix area I planned to be in, finding a list of three stores highlighted at the top of the list. One was another location of the chain store I had visited the previous day, another was listed as a “Superstore,” and the other was a business with a goofy name like “Sensual Pleasures.”
I plugged all three addresses into my GPS and got rolling. I hit the chain store first. Again, as I walking through the door, a male clerk greeted me with a loud “Hi Honey.”
Wow. What a way to make all your female customers feel like hookers, I thought. The people making up that policy must be the same men who are stocking these stores with small and extra small lingerie.
I walked straight to the butt plug section and perused the selection among a group of men who probably got no greeting at the door at all. Again, there was the same selection of huge plugs in every color imaginable, but no metal plugs, much less jeweled metal ones.
With no time to lose I headed out to the “Superstore” optimistic that I would at least have more of a selection to see there. Thirty minutes later I found myself in a business park, the promising Superstore nowhere to be found, among people who probably wouldn’t know a butt plug if they tripped on one. I called the number and listened to a recording of a man directing customers to the businesses website before hanging up the call. Ugh!
I left and headed to the third address. It was a home in a residential neighborhood. I called the number and got a person’s voicemail on which the speaker mentioned nothing about sex toys. Unbelievable.
For a second I actually contemplated walking up to the door and asking whoever answered if they had any jeweled metal butt plugs for sale. Nah.
Frustrated, I Googled stores in the entire Phoenix metropolitan area. My search turned up a store near the ritzy Scottsdale area that I had not seen before. Of course! If any store was going to sell booty bling, it would be for all those rich assholes in Scottsdale, Arizona, literally speaking of course.
I called the number. When the girl answered I blurted out, “Do you have the jeweled metal butt plug?”
Without hesitation she replied, “Yes I do. I have two left.”
“I’m on my way,” I told her, a tear of joy actually welling in my eye.
I called my Mistress and relayed my story of frustration and happiness. I suggested that if she chose to blog about this assignment, she should include a Google map of all the places I went in search of the elusive bejeweled butt plug. She laughed and then immediately saddled me with this blog assignment. I told her I was headed to the store and she instructed me take a picture of the plug and send it to her once I got there.
As I entered the store a beautiful young Hispanic woman approached me and before she could ask me if I needed help I asked, “Where’re the jeweled metal butt plugs?”
She smiled, as did her male partner behind the counter, and few customers walking around the store. “Those things are soooo popular,” she said, still smiling at me. She led me to the center of the store where a glass case displayed the two remaining plugs, glittering under the display light.
Opening the case for me, she informed me that the owner had purchased 10 of the plugs just before Valentines Day, and they had sold eight within a matter of days. I told her I believed her, and relayed a little of my efforts to find one.
The two plugs that were left had a ruby and aurora borealis stones. She picked up the plugs and put them in my eager hands. I marveled at the stones a bit before asking her to display them on the counter for me so that I could take a picture. “It’s for my Mistress, “I informed her. “She instructed me to buy one of these so that she could use it on me.”
“Oh you naughty girl,” my beautiful salesgirl exclaimed with a full smile.
I snapped a few pictures, with the help of my salesgirl, and then sent them to my Mistress who called me seconds later exclaiming, “It’s gorgeous!” A few minutes later we decided on the aurora borealis stone, and my salesgirl was ringing me up.
Beautiful salesgirl used the opportunity to quiz me about the BDSM scene, and we chatted a bit about the difference between the pros and the lifestylers, and the popularity of it all.
“Yeah,” she said, “Sometimes I ask my boyfriend to pull my hair when we are having sex. He just says ‘No, I don’t want to hurt you.’”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I replied honestly, wishing I could give her a sympathy tug on her long brunette locks. I made sure to turn her on to a few BDSM social networking sites before leaving the store with my glittering new butt plug.
Excited still, I stepped into my car, thoroughly satisfied with the joy I knew my Mistress had experienced from my diligent efforts that had just led to the spectacular completion of my assignment. I smiled as I started my car, thinking of her voice, praising me on the phone minutes before.
Still, I knew I wasn't finished. There was something else I really needed to do. Just for me.
Unable to restrain myself, I broke my safe driving rule and began texting my Mistress while driving 65 mph on the congested I-10 freeway.
"Mistress," I text.
"Yes?" she replied.
"You tell that cumboy," I continued, hardly able to text and drive as I was also in a fit of genuine, gleeful laughter.
"Yes?" she replied, probably laughing as well.
"Tell him," I continued.
"This, is how it's done."
Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana
Down to the last few days before my trip to Vegas, I was now desperate to complete my assignment. I was determined not to be a cumboy.
The next day I got an early start on my work day so that I could spend the last part of the day continuing the search. By now, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of settling. If I was going to spend this much time looking for ass adornment for my Mistress, I might as well get the one we both wanted.
I Googled “adult sex toys” along with the name of the Phoenix area I planned to be in, finding a list of three stores highlighted at the top of the list. One was another location of the chain store I had visited the previous day, another was listed as a “Superstore,” and the other was a business with a goofy name like “Sensual Pleasures.”
I plugged all three addresses into my GPS and got rolling. I hit the chain store first. Again, as I walking through the door, a male clerk greeted me with a loud “Hi Honey.”
Wow. What a way to make all your female customers feel like hookers, I thought. The people making up that policy must be the same men who are stocking these stores with small and extra small lingerie.
I walked straight to the butt plug section and perused the selection among a group of men who probably got no greeting at the door at all. Again, there was the same selection of huge plugs in every color imaginable, but no metal plugs, much less jeweled metal ones.
With no time to lose I headed out to the “Superstore” optimistic that I would at least have more of a selection to see there. Thirty minutes later I found myself in a business park, the promising Superstore nowhere to be found, among people who probably wouldn’t know a butt plug if they tripped on one. I called the number and listened to a recording of a man directing customers to the businesses website before hanging up the call. Ugh!
I left and headed to the third address. It was a home in a residential neighborhood. I called the number and got a person’s voicemail on which the speaker mentioned nothing about sex toys. Unbelievable.
For a second I actually contemplated walking up to the door and asking whoever answered if they had any jeweled metal butt plugs for sale. Nah.
I called the number. When the girl answered I blurted out, “Do you have the jeweled metal butt plug?”
Without hesitation she replied, “Yes I do. I have two left.”
“I’m on my way,” I told her, a tear of joy actually welling in my eye.
I called my Mistress and relayed my story of frustration and happiness. I suggested that if she chose to blog about this assignment, she should include a Google map of all the places I went in search of the elusive bejeweled butt plug. She laughed and then immediately saddled me with this blog assignment. I told her I was headed to the store and she instructed me take a picture of the plug and send it to her once I got there.
As I entered the store a beautiful young Hispanic woman approached me and before she could ask me if I needed help I asked, “Where’re the jeweled metal butt plugs?”
She smiled, as did her male partner behind the counter, and few customers walking around the store. “Those things are soooo popular,” she said, still smiling at me. She led me to the center of the store where a glass case displayed the two remaining plugs, glittering under the display light.
Opening the case for me, she informed me that the owner had purchased 10 of the plugs just before Valentines Day, and they had sold eight within a matter of days. I told her I believed her, and relayed a little of my efforts to find one.
The two plugs that were left had a ruby and aurora borealis stones. She picked up the plugs and put them in my eager hands. I marveled at the stones a bit before asking her to display them on the counter for me so that I could take a picture. “It’s for my Mistress, “I informed her. “She instructed me to buy one of these so that she could use it on me.”
“Oh you naughty girl,” my beautiful salesgirl exclaimed with a full smile.
Beautiful salesgirl used the opportunity to quiz me about the BDSM scene, and we chatted a bit about the difference between the pros and the lifestylers, and the popularity of it all.
“Yeah,” she said, “Sometimes I ask my boyfriend to pull my hair when we are having sex. He just says ‘No, I don’t want to hurt you.’”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I replied honestly, wishing I could give her a sympathy tug on her long brunette locks. I made sure to turn her on to a few BDSM social networking sites before leaving the store with my glittering new butt plug.
Excited still, I stepped into my car, thoroughly satisfied with the joy I knew my Mistress had experienced from my diligent efforts that had just led to the spectacular completion of my assignment. I smiled as I started my car, thinking of her voice, praising me on the phone minutes before.
Still, I knew I wasn't finished. There was something else I really needed to do. Just for me.
Unable to restrain myself, I broke my safe driving rule and began texting my Mistress while driving 65 mph on the congested I-10 freeway.
"Mistress," I text.
"Yes?" she replied.
"You tell that cumboy," I continued, hardly able to text and drive as I was also in a fit of genuine, gleeful laughter.
"Yes?" she replied, probably laughing as well.
"Tell him," I continued.
"This, is how it's done."
Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Adventures in butt plug acquisition - Part 2 - by sindi
The following blog was written by my femsub, sindi, who I often refer to as "the girl." My simple assignment, to buy a butt plug, turned into a hilarious adventure that I felt could be chronicled best by sindi herself. This is part 2 of 3. Be sure to read part 1 if you haven't already.
My initial attempt at finding comfortable anal wear, proved to me how much credit I had unduly given myself in this challenge. First of all, I realized, just the word “butt plug,” made me blush when I heard it coming out of my own mouth.
And, it’s not like I have a gaggle of girlfriends with whom I am sharing my BDSM life with, that I can take with me to the porn store for some silly butt plug shopping.
It takes quite a bit of nerve as a woman, of any age, to walk into a sex shop alone and slam a butt plug down on the counter. Further, I had a specific butt plug to find, so I was probably going to have to ask somebody for it.
I walked into the first shop, a large mega adult novelty store near my home, on a Sunday. The place was pretty busy with several couples looking at lube and lingerie, while five or six single men perused X-rated titles in the DVD section.
The section labeled “ANAL” was empty and all mine, if I could just walk over to it. I made a bee-line for the lingerie and began flipping through a rack of corsets. Minutes later I left in a cold sweat, never having made it near the sex toys, much less the butt plug section.
A few days later my Mistress informed me that her Domme friend Apryl would be visiting my area soon, and would be taking me butt plug shopping, as I seemed to be having trouble getting the job done. I was instructed to contact Apryl via text, and to obey her as I would my own Mistress.
I contacted Apryl and we quickly laid out tentative plans to meet the following Wednesday at which time she would help me buy a butt plug. Then, we would both travel back to Vegas together in our cars as I already had plans to travel there for work.
Apryl casually mentioned that I would be wearing the butt plug throughout that six hour drive. “SHE told you to say that!” I texted Apryl, assuming that my Mistress was enjoying organizing our encounter from behind the scene. “I know her,” I text.
“No, she didn’t,” Apryl replied. “I’m sadistic.”
I’ll be honest. The idea of a sadistic Domme, who I don’t really know, having control of my asshole for a day scared the piss out of me. Luckily, that never happened.
My Mistresses family time arrangements forced me to change my travel plans to Tuesday, and the way my schedule was looking at that time, I wasn’t able to meet with Apryl, so I was back to doing my own butt plug shopping. Bullet dodged.
That Friday, with only three days to go before I had to leave for Vegas, I made another attempt at finding my plug. This time I hit a popular chain store that often advertised their “naughty” toys on the local rock radio station.
I tried to walk in unnoticed, but when the young man at the counter yelled “Hi honey,” as I walked in the door, every guy in the building—and of course there were only guys—turned to look at me. I gave the clerk a look that clearly said, “Thanks. Asshole.”
Again, I made a bee-line for the lingerie, and began flipping through a rack of garters. Peeking over the clothes rack, I scoped out the toy section, then casually made my way over. I hung around the whips and nipple clamps a while, finding a strange sense of comfort in the section, while slowly working my way past a variety of dildos. Finally, I found myself standing in front of a row of butt plugs.
I ignored the older man on the other side of the rack, and focused on my mission, scanning the rack for a jeweled, metal butt plug, and finding nothing even remotely like it. All of the plugs were made of plastic-like materials, and they were friggin HUGE.
As directed, I text my Mistress, informing her that I was at the shop and it did not look promising for the bejeweled butt plug. I took a picture of a Hello Kitty vibrator and advised her I was moving on to another shop. She was so wrapped up in her new vanilla guy she barely acknowledged me.
An hour later I entered my third sex shop, and again, hung out in the lingerie section while I scoped out the place. This time my Mistress texted me, asking me how it was going. I quickly scooted over to the butt plug section so I could give her a full report.
I scanned the rack for a metal butt plug, finding none. At that moment the tall male clerk walked up and asked me if I needed help. “Do you have any metal…ones?” I asked, pointing to the rack.
“No. These are all the butt plugs we have,” he replied, rather loudly, prompting fits of giggles from the couple a few aisles over.
“Ok. Thanks,” I replied, eagerly wanting to end the conversation so he wouldn’t say “butt plug” again.
I continued to peruse the rack of plugs, oddly feeling a sense of empowerment with each of the couple’s giggles. Again, the selection of butt plugs were plastic, and again they were very big, except for a few “beginner” butt plugs. WTF, I thought. Do all the women in Phoenix have giant assholes?
I text Mistress my dilemma. “They are all really big,” I wrote. “I’m just going to buy a small one and go.”
“Oh no you are not!” she quickly replied and instructed me to call her. I called and explained to her that all of the butt plugs, including the smaller ones, were 4” long or more. “I don’t think I can handle that,” I explained. “I’ve had anal sex, but I’ve never sat on a dick for a long time, and these things are huge.” I informed her of a few of my concerns, such as getting through this without a bruised spleen.
“Well you seem to be having a very hard time doing this for me,” my Mistress replied. “I don’t know how much more I can help you. First you said you didn’t know what to buy, so I was going to have Apryl help you. And now you are there in the store and you can’t seem to do what I asked you to. At one point I was going to have cumboy buy one for you …”
*Insert sound of screeching tires here.*
“What?” I butted in.
“Cumboy was going to buy one for you,” she repeated.
I let her words sink in a moment.
“Oh, fuck that!” I replied, immediately prompting her laughter.
“No. No. No, he’s not,” I continued. “Fuck that. This thing ends tonight,” I said, and hung up as she laughed.
I searched the rack, over and over, oblivious to the giggling couple now. Finally, I grabbed a 4”, skinny pink butt plug which I briskly walked to the counter with. Setting the plug down on the counter I asked the clerk to wait while I called my Mistress again, as instructed.
After informing her I was about to purchase a butt plug she directed me to send her a picture of the plug for her approval which I did. “No,” was her simple reply. I thanked the clerk and left the store plugless.
Part 3 of this blog will be posted next week. Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana
My initial attempt at finding comfortable anal wear, proved to me how much credit I had unduly given myself in this challenge. First of all, I realized, just the word “butt plug,” made me blush when I heard it coming out of my own mouth.
And, it’s not like I have a gaggle of girlfriends with whom I am sharing my BDSM life with, that I can take with me to the porn store for some silly butt plug shopping.
It takes quite a bit of nerve as a woman, of any age, to walk into a sex shop alone and slam a butt plug down on the counter. Further, I had a specific butt plug to find, so I was probably going to have to ask somebody for it.
I walked into the first shop, a large mega adult novelty store near my home, on a Sunday. The place was pretty busy with several couples looking at lube and lingerie, while five or six single men perused X-rated titles in the DVD section.
The section labeled “ANAL” was empty and all mine, if I could just walk over to it. I made a bee-line for the lingerie and began flipping through a rack of corsets. Minutes later I left in a cold sweat, never having made it near the sex toys, much less the butt plug section.
A few days later my Mistress informed me that her Domme friend Apryl would be visiting my area soon, and would be taking me butt plug shopping, as I seemed to be having trouble getting the job done. I was instructed to contact Apryl via text, and to obey her as I would my own Mistress.
I contacted Apryl and we quickly laid out tentative plans to meet the following Wednesday at which time she would help me buy a butt plug. Then, we would both travel back to Vegas together in our cars as I already had plans to travel there for work.
Apryl casually mentioned that I would be wearing the butt plug throughout that six hour drive. “SHE told you to say that!” I texted Apryl, assuming that my Mistress was enjoying organizing our encounter from behind the scene. “I know her,” I text.
I’ll be honest. The idea of a sadistic Domme, who I don’t really know, having control of my asshole for a day scared the piss out of me. Luckily, that never happened.
My Mistresses family time arrangements forced me to change my travel plans to Tuesday, and the way my schedule was looking at that time, I wasn’t able to meet with Apryl, so I was back to doing my own butt plug shopping. Bullet dodged.
That Friday, with only three days to go before I had to leave for Vegas, I made another attempt at finding my plug. This time I hit a popular chain store that often advertised their “naughty” toys on the local rock radio station.
I tried to walk in unnoticed, but when the young man at the counter yelled “Hi honey,” as I walked in the door, every guy in the building—and of course there were only guys—turned to look at me. I gave the clerk a look that clearly said, “Thanks. Asshole.”
Again, I made a bee-line for the lingerie, and began flipping through a rack of garters. Peeking over the clothes rack, I scoped out the toy section, then casually made my way over. I hung around the whips and nipple clamps a while, finding a strange sense of comfort in the section, while slowly working my way past a variety of dildos. Finally, I found myself standing in front of a row of butt plugs.
I ignored the older man on the other side of the rack, and focused on my mission, scanning the rack for a jeweled, metal butt plug, and finding nothing even remotely like it. All of the plugs were made of plastic-like materials, and they were friggin HUGE.
As directed, I text my Mistress, informing her that I was at the shop and it did not look promising for the bejeweled butt plug. I took a picture of a Hello Kitty vibrator and advised her I was moving on to another shop. She was so wrapped up in her new vanilla guy she barely acknowledged me.
An hour later I entered my third sex shop, and again, hung out in the lingerie section while I scoped out the place. This time my Mistress texted me, asking me how it was going. I quickly scooted over to the butt plug section so I could give her a full report.
I scanned the rack for a metal butt plug, finding none. At that moment the tall male clerk walked up and asked me if I needed help. “Do you have any metal…ones?” I asked, pointing to the rack.
“No. These are all the butt plugs we have,” he replied, rather loudly, prompting fits of giggles from the couple a few aisles over.
“Ok. Thanks,” I replied, eagerly wanting to end the conversation so he wouldn’t say “butt plug” again.
I text Mistress my dilemma. “They are all really big,” I wrote. “I’m just going to buy a small one and go.”
“Oh no you are not!” she quickly replied and instructed me to call her. I called and explained to her that all of the butt plugs, including the smaller ones, were 4” long or more. “I don’t think I can handle that,” I explained. “I’ve had anal sex, but I’ve never sat on a dick for a long time, and these things are huge.” I informed her of a few of my concerns, such as getting through this without a bruised spleen.
“Well you seem to be having a very hard time doing this for me,” my Mistress replied. “I don’t know how much more I can help you. First you said you didn’t know what to buy, so I was going to have Apryl help you. And now you are there in the store and you can’t seem to do what I asked you to. At one point I was going to have cumboy buy one for you …”
“What?” I butted in.
“Cumboy was going to buy one for you,” she repeated.
I let her words sink in a moment.
“Oh, fuck that!” I replied, immediately prompting her laughter.
“No. No. No, he’s not,” I continued. “Fuck that. This thing ends tonight,” I said, and hung up as she laughed.
I searched the rack, over and over, oblivious to the giggling couple now. Finally, I grabbed a 4”, skinny pink butt plug which I briskly walked to the counter with. Setting the plug down on the counter I asked the clerk to wait while I called my Mistress again, as instructed.
After informing her I was about to purchase a butt plug she directed me to send her a picture of the plug for her approval which I did. “No,” was her simple reply. I thanked the clerk and left the store plugless.
Part 3 of this blog will be posted next week. Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Adventures in butt plug acquisition - Part 1 - by sindi
The following blog was written by my femsub, sindi, who I often refer to as "the girl." My simple assignment, to buy a butt plug, turned into a hilarious adventure that I felt could be chronicled best by sindi herself. This is part 1 of 3.
Hanging over the back of the white vinyl lounge chair in my Las Vegas hotel room, I watched my hair dangle around my face as I waited for my Mistress’ touch.
I had only arrived from Arizona an hour before, and here I was, five minutes into my visit with her, bare ass up in the air, doing her bidding.
Suddenly I felt her probing finger, cold with lube, opening me up for the cold stainless steel that was to follow.
“How does that feel?” she asked as she wedged the ornate, heavy metal butt plug slowly but firmly into my asshole.
“It feels good Mistress,” I replied. I remained in position as my Mistress admired her work, taking a few pictures that she would later share with her other Domme and switch girlfriends.
“Oh that is so pretty,” she exclaimed, bringing a smile and a blush to my face that was still veiled by my hair as I hung upside down over the back of the chair.
Her hands on my ass again, I could feel the moistness running down the inside of my thigh as she trailed her fingers from the butt plug down along the opening of my throbbing pussy. Unable to restrain myself, I let out a soft, “Oh,” as she gently pushed on the center of my new jewelry.
“What’s this?” she asked as her fingers slipped through my labia. “Why are you so wet?”
The answer was easy. “You walked into the room,” I replied, garnering a satisfied chuckle from her as she pumped my pussy a few times with her skilled fingers.
Then, “Whap!” I returned back to earth from glorious sub-space as she slapped my ass and ordered me to get dressed, butt plug in place, for our evening out together.
It was a crowning mome…, or, well, bottoming moment, really, in what had turned into quite the endeavor to complete my Mistresses latest assignment: Go buy a butt plug.
Easy enough, I initially thought. Besides, I LOVE to please my Mistress. I know how lucky I am to have found such a sweet but wicked Domme. The fact is, we have so much fun together. Should be no surprise to her devoted blog audience when I say she has great sense of humor. Already, in my short time under her tutelage, I feel like I have laughed more than I did all last year.
Which is something that is very important to us both, as we see how it is sometimes missing in BDSM relationships. We had this discussion early on, and for us, if it isn’t fun, then why do it?
“The beauty of BDSM is that you can make it whatever you want it to be,” she told me recently. I agree. Of course I agree. She’s my Mistress.
Beyond our silly moments, though, she is always in control, and her skill and passion for exacting various means of torture to a willing sub is nothing to scoff at.
There has been at least one occasion when I have left her to return home to Arizona with bruised ass and thighs, a sore throat, braised nipples, and a pussy that was absolutely on fire. *Sigh. Memories.
So, therefore, when my Mistress tells me to do something, I fucking do it.
Which gets us back to my butt plug assignment. Now, I was already aware that my predecessor, AKA cumboy, had choked on this same assignment. I won’t lie. There is a bit of a competitive streak that arises in me whenever I hear my Mistress speaking of her other cock subs or bottoms. Just is. So, with the knowledge of cumboy’s failure, I was quick to want to nail this one.
Never having bought or used a butt plug before, I asked for my Mistress’ specific instructions on what to buy. The plug had to have a very narrow neck she instructed me, and should be comfortable enough for me to sit on. Sit? “Oh man. What am I in for here?” I thought.
I immediately tried her patience with questions about what I would be doing with the plug once I purchased it. She wasn’t very happy about that and let me know. My mouthy moments tend to get me in trouble as a new sub, I admit. But realizing I was still confused about what to purchase, she was gracious with me and sent me pictures of a various plugs before finally sending me a picture of what would soon prove to be elusive anal treasure.
It was love at first sight. “Oh, I want that,” I told her, as I marveled at the pictures of metal jeweled plugs, or anal jewelry. The ad showed that the stainless steel plugs came in two sizes, large and extra large, and there were seven jewels to choose from including jet black, ruby red, and even aurora borealis.
“I hear these are really comfortable,” she said, adding that her friend Anna who works in a fetish shop had told her that customers gave it rave reviews regarding comfort.
“I’m going to find the most comfortable butt plug they make,” I informed her, an honest comment that she found absolutely hilarious.
Please read part 2 for sindi's hilarious experiences shopping for the elusive bejeweled butt plug. Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana
Hanging over the back of the white vinyl lounge chair in my Las Vegas hotel room, I watched my hair dangle around my face as I waited for my Mistress’ touch.
I had only arrived from Arizona an hour before, and here I was, five minutes into my visit with her, bare ass up in the air, doing her bidding.
Suddenly I felt her probing finger, cold with lube, opening me up for the cold stainless steel that was to follow.
“How does that feel?” she asked as she wedged the ornate, heavy metal butt plug slowly but firmly into my asshole.
“Oh that is so pretty,” she exclaimed, bringing a smile and a blush to my face that was still veiled by my hair as I hung upside down over the back of the chair.
Her hands on my ass again, I could feel the moistness running down the inside of my thigh as she trailed her fingers from the butt plug down along the opening of my throbbing pussy. Unable to restrain myself, I let out a soft, “Oh,” as she gently pushed on the center of my new jewelry.
“What’s this?” she asked as her fingers slipped through my labia. “Why are you so wet?”
The answer was easy. “You walked into the room,” I replied, garnering a satisfied chuckle from her as she pumped my pussy a few times with her skilled fingers.
Then, “Whap!” I returned back to earth from glorious sub-space as she slapped my ass and ordered me to get dressed, butt plug in place, for our evening out together.
It was a crowning mome…, or, well, bottoming moment, really, in what had turned into quite the endeavor to complete my Mistresses latest assignment: Go buy a butt plug.
Easy enough, I initially thought. Besides, I LOVE to please my Mistress. I know how lucky I am to have found such a sweet but wicked Domme. The fact is, we have so much fun together. Should be no surprise to her devoted blog audience when I say she has great sense of humor. Already, in my short time under her tutelage, I feel like I have laughed more than I did all last year.
Which is something that is very important to us both, as we see how it is sometimes missing in BDSM relationships. We had this discussion early on, and for us, if it isn’t fun, then why do it?
“The beauty of BDSM is that you can make it whatever you want it to be,” she told me recently. I agree. Of course I agree. She’s my Mistress.
Beyond our silly moments, though, she is always in control, and her skill and passion for exacting various means of torture to a willing sub is nothing to scoff at.
There has been at least one occasion when I have left her to return home to Arizona with bruised ass and thighs, a sore throat, braised nipples, and a pussy that was absolutely on fire. *Sigh. Memories.
So, therefore, when my Mistress tells me to do something, I fucking do it.
Never having bought or used a butt plug before, I asked for my Mistress’ specific instructions on what to buy. The plug had to have a very narrow neck she instructed me, and should be comfortable enough for me to sit on. Sit? “Oh man. What am I in for here?” I thought.
I immediately tried her patience with questions about what I would be doing with the plug once I purchased it. She wasn’t very happy about that and let me know. My mouthy moments tend to get me in trouble as a new sub, I admit. But realizing I was still confused about what to purchase, she was gracious with me and sent me pictures of a various plugs before finally sending me a picture of what would soon prove to be elusive anal treasure.
It was love at first sight. “Oh, I want that,” I told her, as I marveled at the pictures of metal jeweled plugs, or anal jewelry. The ad showed that the stainless steel plugs came in two sizes, large and extra large, and there were seven jewels to choose from including jet black, ruby red, and even aurora borealis.
“I hear these are really comfortable,” she said, adding that her friend Anna who works in a fetish shop had told her that customers gave it rave reviews regarding comfort.
“I’m going to find the most comfortable butt plug they make,” I informed her, an honest comment that she found absolutely hilarious.
Please read part 2 for sindi's hilarious experiences shopping for the elusive bejeweled butt plug. Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback for sindi below. I'll make sure she gets them! - Mistress Lilyana
Friday, March 5, 2010
10
After a couple of hours enjoying cocktails and Fremont Street, the girl and I headed back to her cozy little hotel room to play. She'd been quite the trooper, wearing the bejeweled butt plug without complaint the entire time. I removed it slowly, enjoying the weight and sparkliness for a moment before returning my attention to her.
I tied her wrists as she watched, amazed as always at my rigging skills even though they are basic ties. Still, she's entranced by my rope and enjoys being in it and that's just so fucking hot.
I then introduced her to my new Hitachi Magic Wand. As an avid fan of WhippedAss.com, she knew what it was but had never experienced the power. In less than 1 minute she was about to cum, forgetting to ask nicely for me to stop and forgetting to call me Mistress.
She didn't forget the second time I edged her. Or the third. Or the fourth. Or the tenth.
Yes I edged her 10 times with the Hitachi. And in between I was teasing her with less mechanical methods. She lay with her wrists bound above her head, long blond hair in her face and I was entranced with how beautiful she looked, mouth open slightly, sighing, eyes fluttering as she approached an orgasm she wouldn't obtain, again and again.
There was certainly that familiar rush of power I feel from being in control. But unlike with boys, I found myself enjoying the beauty of both her denial and her pleasure.
"You think that was about 10?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I bet you'd really like to cum, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Tell you what. If you can make me cum 10 times, I'll let you cum."
"Can I use the Hitachi?"
I laughed. "No of course not!"
The girl tried to negotiate but I stood firm. She'd give me 10 orgasms without the use of any other objects.
10 orgasms isn't difficult for me with someone who knows what they're doing, particularly if they know me well. I'm very lucky to be so orgasmic. I haven't always been so I really appreciate it but that's probably another blog entirely.
She didn't rush through the challenge. She could have very easily stuck with what she already knew worked for me and gotten to 10 fairly quickly, but she didn't. The girl took her time and surprised herself at least once by finding interesting ways to trigger my orgasm.
It was so much fun to watch her work so diligently towards the goal I'd set for her. To hear her laugh each time I tallied another orgasm. To see the delight in her face as she discovered new ways to make me cum.
In the end, I did let her try out the Hitachi on me. It was only fair. The girl made me orgasm 13 times even before I let her get her hands on the powerful vibe.
And yes, I did let her cum.
I tied her wrists as she watched, amazed as always at my rigging skills even though they are basic ties. Still, she's entranced by my rope and enjoys being in it and that's just so fucking hot.
I then introduced her to my new Hitachi Magic Wand. As an avid fan of WhippedAss.com, she knew what it was but had never experienced the power. In less than 1 minute she was about to cum, forgetting to ask nicely for me to stop and forgetting to call me Mistress.
She didn't forget the second time I edged her. Or the third. Or the fourth. Or the tenth.
Yes I edged her 10 times with the Hitachi. And in between I was teasing her with less mechanical methods. She lay with her wrists bound above her head, long blond hair in her face and I was entranced with how beautiful she looked, mouth open slightly, sighing, eyes fluttering as she approached an orgasm she wouldn't obtain, again and again.
There was certainly that familiar rush of power I feel from being in control. But unlike with boys, I found myself enjoying the beauty of both her denial and her pleasure.
"You think that was about 10?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I bet you'd really like to cum, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Tell you what. If you can make me cum 10 times, I'll let you cum."
"Can I use the Hitachi?"
I laughed. "No of course not!"
The girl tried to negotiate but I stood firm. She'd give me 10 orgasms without the use of any other objects.
10 orgasms isn't difficult for me with someone who knows what they're doing, particularly if they know me well. I'm very lucky to be so orgasmic. I haven't always been so I really appreciate it but that's probably another blog entirely.
She didn't rush through the challenge. She could have very easily stuck with what she already knew worked for me and gotten to 10 fairly quickly, but she didn't. The girl took her time and surprised herself at least once by finding interesting ways to trigger my orgasm.
It was so much fun to watch her work so diligently towards the goal I'd set for her. To hear her laugh each time I tallied another orgasm. To see the delight in her face as she discovered new ways to make me cum.
In the end, I did let her try out the Hitachi on me. It was only fair. The girl made me orgasm 13 times even before I let her get her hands on the powerful vibe.
And yes, I did let her cum.
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