Getting rammed by a middle aged woman with a sizable strap-on cock. (Plus, my take on service.)

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“From now on, you’ll remember that Mistress does not like hard massages.” Smack! her palm came down on my ass cheek again, this time the left one. “What will you remember?”

“Mistress doesn’t like hard massages!”

“That’s correct. Now try again.” Continue reading

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Wine, cheese, and rimjobs: My first scene with a married Dom couple.

I pulled my old clunker up to a beautiful suburban condo overlooking the water.

“Welcome, welcome!” Rocket Man said cheerfully as he opened the heavy front door. “Come on in!”

Photographs of babies, pets, and vacation spots followed me up the staircase and into a crisp, rather mod living room. Placed tastefully around the room were what looked to the layman’s eye like Japanese art. In the center of the room stood a 7-foot-tall bamboo tripod structure, the top bound in rope and suspending a large metal ring. I had a feeling I knew who was going to be tied to that tripod. Continue reading

Advice wanted: Help me help a newbie. (Plus, anal plugs!)

I have been called upon to educate.

I was in a sorority in college and, while I have major qualms with the system as a whole (a discussion for a different blog, perhaps), I always relished those moments when I could assume the role of a mentor for one of the younger girls. But that was more along the lines of essays and internships. Not kinky sex.

I'm hoping she's already taken the remedial coursework.

I’m hoping she’s already taken the remedial coursework.

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My first night with a Dom: Part II (how I got broken in)

(This post is a continuation of Part I)

I opened the hotel door with my right hand as I tried to keep the towel from slipping off my body with the left. A. entered with a couple small black bags and two wooden poles with hooks on each end — spreader bars. Damn, he just carried those right through the hotel lobby?

Nnnope, not that kind of spreader bar.

Nnnope, not that kind of spreader bar.

“Did you have a nice flight?” was what I apparently decided to open with. I’m not sure there were any better options, but still, I felt stupid saying it. Continue reading

Text-activated fun

Has anyone reading heard of this ridiculous, totally ingenious invention? Apparently I’ve been missing out on a remotely controlled vibrator that can be activated via text message. What an entertaining way for a person to play with and control another from afar… That is on A.’s shopping list, as is a (very small, please!!) anal plug for me.

If you’ve got a favorite gadget or accessory to recommend, I am all ears. I love new toys.