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Tired of Toys???

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , on May 21, 2008 by mikayla1

Last night I had one of my famous “girl’s nights” at my house.  This is when my bestest girl buds come over for some food, drink and convo.  I am the self-proclaimed “Sex Guru” so at some point, one or more of my gal pals will turn the subject toward sex.  Such went last night.  The big question was, “as a toy reviewer, who gets plenty of toys in a month, don’t I ever get SICK or TIRED of using or playing with toys????”

My answer:  HELL NO!

I think my gal pals assumed that since I have the toys, I must be pulling them out EVERY time I had sex.  The truth is, I have a few items that I find essential during every sexual encounter (lube, toy cleaner, bullet or mini-vibe) and the new toys we test on ‘toy review nights’ or I test them solo.  Oh, there are toys that we just love and want to play with again (like this new G-Spot toy that I got - it ROCKS for use during oral sex) or my JimmyJane Little Chroma mini-vibe (this is my go-to toy for clitoral stimulation) and my favorites lubes and oral sex gels.  Other than that, when new toys come, we pick one out of the box, try it and then decide where it goes:

(1) One of my two ‘under the bed’ boxes for quick grabbing

(2) My storage box in the basement - probably won’t use again

(3) Garbage pile box (sex toys that are made of jelly or other such materials must be disposed of in a special way, don’t just jut them into the trash)

Now, albeit we do not throw out much - usually it is the rare item that falls apart or doesn’t work, so most end up in the middle category.  I have many, many toys and I try to take care of them the best I can, but I can not always remember what I have….perhaps I need a master list or something….

Anyway, the thing is, I like my toys.  I have always, ALWAYS found toys to be an enhancement, not a replacement.  Even before the whole Sex Toy Reviewer thing.  I like to use them.  They are great for solo time (who wants to tire out a hand or fingers when you can use a B.O.B. (battery operated boyfriend); or for spicing up the foreplay and ESPECIALLY for that clitoral stimulation.  Why have one finger-driven orgasm when you can have 5 with a bullet?  Duh!

So, yes, toys are a part of my life and both my husband and myself love them.  Do I get tired of testing toys?  No.  Every toy is different.  Even if they are both vibes or dual actions - there will be something different (either a good or bad thing) but something different.  So, it is kind of fun to see what the differences are.

As far as toys during sex go - we like to try out new things.  Hey, ya never know which toy will send up the fireworks for both of you!  Plus, it is a great way to start a session new and fun - instead of just jumping into bed, have a toy show for  your partner - now THAT will start the ball rolling……

So, no, I don’t get tired of toys.  No one is MAKING us use them.  No one is saying, “Mikayla you HAVE to use your vibrator tonight.”  If we do not want to use toys, we don’t use them.  If we want to, we do.  However, lubes and mini-vibes are a standard in our bedroom - and I am happy to have them. Sex is great - sex is awesome - sex is great and awesome with and without toys.  The key is, knowing why you are using the toys, and I certainly know.

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Too Old For Sex???

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , on May 20, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, well, you are never TOO OLD for sex, but what are some of the signs that you are getting older when it comes to sex? I was laying in bed with my hubby last night after a very nice session and made a comment about my knee hurting (I have severe arthritis due to an injury) and this led to a discussion about signs you are getting older ‘in the bedroom.’  Here were a few things we thought of:

(1) What used to be a ‘fly by the seat of your pants’, ‘have to have him/her NOW’, ‘let’s just do it’ night becomes a night where you:  brush your teeth (to avoid smelly breath), wash with a baby wipe or washcloth (to smell nice) and postpone putting on the icy hot or ben gay till after you have sex….

(2) You no longer wear lingerie (hey, it only stays on for 2 minutes anyway, so why spend the money on it??)

(3) Rough sex is no longer a good thing, where you feel it all the next day and think “mmmm, I had good sex last night’ instead, you hobble around thinking, ‘damn, I didn’t use enough lube!’

(4) Going on #3, lube is a NECESSITY not an option….

(5) You have to watch the positions  you do because your knee may lock up or your back may go out…

(6) Anal sex is no longer on the regular menu, but reserved for birthdays and anniversaries (and you stop taking your FiberCon a few days before to prepare)

(7) Your fingers cramp up during clitoral stimulation and you HAVE to use a toy

(8) Your TMJ acts up while giving a blow job so you have to stop and start and stop and start

(9) You only light 1 candle, when you used to light 20 or more (too much light shows unflattering sides of you both)

(10) You wait to have sex until the kids are in bed, but it has to be before 10:00 pm cause you need your 8 hours…

(11) You used to like a nice spanking or whipping, but now your ass cheeks vibrate too much, so you are self-conscious about it

(12) Now you shave your pussy because of the gray hair, not because it is sexy

(13) Now you shave your balls because of the gray hair, not because you don’t want your partner to get hair in their mouth

(14) You no longer have to use Altoids for the Minty feeling, the stuff you soak your partials in does just the trick

(15) Period time no longer means blowjobs for him, it now means a nice, week-long break for both of you (and you still lie about getting your period regularly….)

(16) You only watch 2 mintues of porn (long enough to get it up)

(17) You can not ’squirt’ anymore because your fiber absorbs all the water you drink and as a result you have no lubrication to spare

(18) You no longer shop at the “sex shop” but instead go to Wal-Mart on Senior days to get K-Y his and hers…

(19) I’m tired and have a headache means…you are TIRED and HAVE A HEADACHE…

(20) Withholding sex is no longer a punishment, but an answered prayer…..

 

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Mistress Mikayla

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , on May 18, 2008 by mikayla1

 

Do not worry my favorite subbie friends, I have not crossed over to the dark side - I am still firmly a sub - always will be.  However, I had a request to discuss my short-lived time working at a DOM/sub club, and therefore, I have to discuss the other side of me (the unnatural side), the side where I do not spend much time (in the bedroom anyway), the side that made me loads of money (at personal cost)….therfore, let us delve into the land of Mistress Mikayla.

So, I may have mentioned (or not) that Bondage Guy was very controlling, and I was very much his total sub in and out of our bedroom (or shall I say, in and out of sexual situations - as sex rarely happened lying in a bed *giggles*).  One way that he attempted to assert dominance over me was making me strip in amatuer stripper contests, having me tattoed and pierced to his liking, and, the big one, making me apply to work in a Domination Club in Chicago. 

Many people are unfamiliar or perhaps, ignorant, regarding Domination clubs.  There are thousands all over the U.S. and abroad.  There are different types of clubs:  Typical Clube (the kind you go to as a couple and ‘parade’ your pet around, depicting your dominance);  Switch Clubs (where those in the know can ’switch’ pets with other Doms); Advanced Bondage Clubs (where Doms and subs ‘play’ and demonstrate techniques); Roleplay Clubs; Fetish Clubs (spanking, choking, whipping); Leather Clubs; Pony Play (and other animal play); Munch Mixers and the list goes on and on and on….

Now, the club where I worked (and it is no longer there, to my dissapointment) was what you might envision a typical D/s clube to be.  People came (couples and singles) and mingled, talked, drank - and, if the person or couple desired - they could have a private session with a DOM or a sub.  This was under the guise of ‘healthy adult entertainment’ - there was NO sex allowed (but no sex doesn’t mean too much) and no nudity (but have you SEEN some of the DOM / sub clothing???)

My role varied on the requests. Most people wanted a DOM not a sub.  I found that most men that came there were high powered people (judges, lawyers, doctors) and they wanted release from the stress of their jobs.  Many people who have great control outside of the bedroom like to be out of control IN the bedroom.

So, I would put on some appropriate garb and walk around like I knew what the hell I was doing.  Most requests were simple ones:  lead the guy or girl on a leash, light bondage and humiliation, degradation speak, light spanking (clothes on of course) and gag and blindfold play.  It was amazing to me the responses that these men had when they were made to feel like crap or led on a leash.  I mean, I understand the allure of being a sub (but a JUDGE?) I was ignorant on what it really meant to be a DOM or sub back then, so when they guys would pop a huge boner and leak cum through their boxers I always got a bit of a charge - but ALWAYS wished that I was on the other end of the leash!

My Master had told me that it was good for me to be there - to be wanted by all these people.  He would come to the club and tell me, ’see that good pet over there?  If you do not do well tonight, I wil take her home and trade you for her.’  At the time I fully believed he would do such a thing - I was immersed in his powerful spell and believed him utterly and completely.

On the rare nights when someone (usually a couple) was looking for a sub, I was most overjoyed!  I felt more in my element in those moments - more whole.  Many times couples would want a demonstration of what bondage play is like.  They would request a DOM and a sub.  I loved this one DOM, her DOM name was Mysty, but her real name was Michele.  She was gorgeous and was working at the club as a waitress, but then got into the DOM role.  She was tall, long black hair, tattoos all over, nose pierced (through the septum -hard core back in the 90s) and built like a Goddess!  I was smitten with her, and when I had a chance to be her sub I would swoon! 

Keep in mind, no physical sex or nudity does nothing against rampant fantasies.  These people did not pay hundreds of dollars a session to not come away with something…and usually it was divine inspiration.

When I would finish for the night, BG would ask me to detail for him how things went.  He wanted every detail, wanted to know who tried to pay me for sex (and asked if I was tempted), who came in their pants or panties, what I learned that day.  My days at the club were teaching days - I did more learning than teaching though.  I will never forget those days of ‘Mistress Mikayla’ and am glad I do not have to be on that side ever again!

 

 

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Friday Night Fuck Fest

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , on May 16, 2008 by mikayla1

Ahhhhh, finally FRIDAY!  Do you know what that means?  It means no work for a few days, a chance to relax, shop, draw, scrapbook and F U C K!  Friday nights are my favorite fuck days because Saturday is notoriously a day of sleeping in (like 7:00 am even) and doing fun things. 

The weather is finally nice here in Chi-town (that is Chicago for those of you not in the know) and I am sitting here with my windows open, feeling a delcious breeze falling over me.  I LOVE having nights when the windows can be open.  Next to stormy nights, these are definitely my favorites.

My hubby and I have plans tonight - big plans.  As he was out of town a lot this week he OWES me.  What does he owe me you ask?  Well, we will begin with a backrub, followed by a frontrub.  Then we will move on to other activities, which I am hoping with include a nice spanking.  Then, and only then, will I grace him with the talents of my tongue (and fingers and mouth) and give him a long and luscious blow job.  What happens next is anyone’s guess, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there is gonna be some nice, slow, erotic, tense, hot, sticky, sweet, sex in there somewhere.

Ahhhh yes, Fridays….I just love my Friday fucks.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!!

~Muah

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Be A Fuck Puppet

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , on May 1, 2008 by mikayla1

So, last night I was talking to a good girlfriend of mine.  We were just having ‘girl chat’ and she mentioned that her new boyfriend mentioned that he wanted to spice up their sex life.  She was married for 6 years to a terrible loser of a man - and now has this really nice guy.  However, she confessed, that their sex life is very ‘vanilla’ and not at all as hot as they both hoped it would be.

So, she asked me what she could do to spice things up?  I told her, ‘be his fuck puppet!’

“Huh?  His what?,” she replied, looking very puzzled.

His ‘fuck puppet.’ - meaning, you are there to pleasure him, do what he asks, be his total inspiration for lust.  In other words, make all his sexual fantasies come true.

My friend found this to be a bit extreme and demeaning.  She questioned the purpose of doing EVERYTHING her guy wanted?  Didn’t that make her seem weak and subserviant?  Didn’t it mean he had all the control and she had none?  Didn’t it go against any level of feminism that she had aquired after her bad marriage?

HELL NO!  I think my friend (and many women) confuse being a giving, supportive and thorough lover to being a sex ’slave’ - and there is definitely a differentiation.  Sure, there are those gals who are literal sex slaves to their men, doing only for them and getting nothing in return.  A sure sign of this is a man who doesn’t respect his partner - and only cares about busting his own nut. 

What I am referring to is a mutual understanding that you are each other’s play things - sexual playthings.  It is important for both partners to understand that being the other’s plaything is not a sign of ‘ownership’ - unless you take the idea of Dominant and submissive to the extreme - which is another topic alltogether.  No, being a fuck puppet is allowing him to pull your sexual strings, and in return you are really pulling his!

The common misconception about sexual power is that the Dominant person is the one in control - this is SO untrue.  While he may be in control of his ACTIONS - all his actions are driven by the submissive one.  In a relationship more evenly balanced (thusly, less formally defined as DOM / sub) both partners have almost equal power.  However, the person who allows their strings to be pulled has more…..this is just the dichotomy of this type of relationship.

So, how does one become a fuck puppet?  Well, the first step is communication - mutual communication.  Have a discussion about what your ultimate fantasies are.  What does he REALLY want in bed?  You may be doing a bunch of great stuff, but if he wants more oral, mutual masturbation or a threesome -then you need to try and accomodate that.  Does that mean you have to go and have a ‘real’ threesome?  No, but you could find ways to role play or fantasy play that scenario into your sex life.

Also, it is no suprise that sex gets stale when both partners stop working at making things new and fresh.  If your sex life plays like “Groundhog Day” (the same thing over and over and over) then you need a sexual intervention!  Spontaneity is the root of all things good in sex.  It is important that we remember that new places, lingerie or positions can run a marathon in a sexual situation.  Changing just one thing can make it all new again.  Evaluate your sex life and figure out what could be changed or enhanced. 

Third, try new things. Don’t be afraid to wear that sexy corset or dress like a sexy nurse. Truly, step out of your comfor zone.  This applies to men too - if you have never tried anal penetration - TRY IT.  Get over wondering what ‘people will think’ - no one cares about that - you and your partner are havng fun, that is all that is important.

Next, remember to ask and tell.  Ask what feels good, what he wants more of, what you can do better.  TELL what you like, how he can pleasure  you and what you would like more of.  This is a give/take type situation - if you are only giving - then take some, if you are only taking, give some back.

Finally, love what you are doing.  Don’t give the blowjob if you are going to gag and cry about it.  Do it with passion and lust in your heart.  Believe me, a partner knows if you are not into doing something to or for them.  Don’t be prudish - be adventurous.  Be sensitive and teach your partner how to do things - and in turn, they can teach you.  Learn more everyday about sex - read books, articles - get sex toys!  Really do your homework and everytime you jump in the sack fireworks will happen and you will have MORE and MORE sex!

That, in a nutshell, is how to be a fuck puppet.

 

 

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Mar-OOOOOooooo-thon Sex (Part IV)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, so I have no idea what time it is now, as I am handcuffed, blindfolded, tied with rope and my legs are spread open and exposed.  BG is using a wine bottle to fuck me and I am loving the sensation.  Soon he tires of the wine bottle and I feel another sensation.  Smooth, rippled, not too large - and I believe it is the handle to our whip.  In and out he goes with it, slicking it up with my juices and then starting to work the handle into my ass.  A little dab of cold lube and I feel it slowly sliding in.  I am wild with desire to be fucked, and BG knows this.  I am allowed to moan and moan I did.

Once the entire handle was snugly in my pussy I felt BG’s fingers playing with my pussy.  He was using more than one finger - I guess around 3 to start.  He fingered me masterfully, and had a way of using his fingers and thumbs to get my clit at the same time.  He began to talk to me now (which was a tell-tale sign that he was getting really horny) - he was aksing, “whose pussy is this?  Are you my fuck puppet?  Are  you going to take anything I shove into your pussy slut?”  I answer appropriately, getting hotter the dirtier he talked.  He was using more than 3 fingers now - things getting very tight.  In and out he went, occassionally gracing me with a lick of his tongue. Over and over he went in and out.  Then things got REALLy tight and I felt his fingers spreading me open.  He began to talk again, ‘I am going to fist you and you are going to love it slut.’

OH MY GOD, I was soooooo nervous.  I had never been fisted before, even though I had many large objects inserted in my pussy.  In and out his fingers worked - spreading my pussy as wide as he could then I felt a sense of pain the immense and intense pleasure.  I felt his hand ball up inside me and the thrusting got more intense.  I was screaming and moaning in pleasure and pain but it was divine!  I started feeling this hot sensation, then I felt like I was going to pee.  I wanted to beg BG to stop (if I peed on him he would be really pissed - I think he would have anyway) but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop. 

BG took his other hand and started slapping my pussy and I felt like I was on fire.  I was going to explode and sooner rather than later.  On and on it went, this intense feeling and then I felt a rush of heat go to my pussy and a very intense and pleasurable sensation followed by the most intense orgasm I had ever had and a bunch of liquid spurting out of my pussy all over BG’s hand and bed.  I had squirted all over him!  He continued the fucking and slapping and I squirted all over! It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had (to this day!)

He praised me for my ‘orgasm’ and removed his hand slowly from my aching pussy.  Then he untied my legs and let them down.  He undid the handcuffs and told me to keep on the blindfold and to not let the anal plug come out.  Then he told me to get on my stomach and put my ass in the air.  I did as I was told, and he grabbed something off the bed.  It was our flogger.  I felt the tethers dancing over my ass and back and then I felt the smack!  It was hard to balance as I was holding the whip handle up my ass and my hands were getting the smacking of the tethers too.  I removed my hands and kept the handle in with my muscles.  This pleased BG and he pinched my ass and told me not to let it slip out.  He began the slow tease and smack routine again, over and over the dancing tethers then the hard smack of them on my ass.  Each one getting harder and each one making it harder to keep the handle in my ass.  Finally, he grabbed the handle out of my ass and I felt this amazing release and then I felt the harder smack of our studded paddle.  Over and over he hit my ass and legs. 

When my ass was raw with the pain BG stopped.  I felt him move in behind me - pushing his cock against my pussy lips.  He said, “now I am gonna give you what you deserve, a hard fuck!” and with that he entered me in one, fluid motion.  I was totally in his power.  He fucked me so hard and fast that I came almost instantly.  I didn’t realize I could cum so many times in a row.  I was totally in his control.  He was moaning and groaning and I thought he was going to cum.  he was carressing my ass with his hands and fucking me hard…..then he just stopped….I was totally perplexed.  He left the room and I dared not move.

He came back a few minutes later and told me to get on my knees.  I did so and he undid all the ropes.  He put my collar back on and lease as well.  Then he told me to lie down on my back and spread my legs.  He told me to take off my blindfold and select a toy from the nightstand and pleasure myself with it.  He said, “I want you to make me cum just by watching you fuck yourself.  If you can’t do it, I am going to fuck your ass with a bowling ball!”

I leaned back on the bed, having taken a big, black dildo to do my bidding.  I began to lick and caress it like it was a real man.  I watched BG stroking himself slowly.  I took my time playing with this toy and finally began to fuck myself with it, slowly. In and out.  It was a large toy, but after the fisting it didn’t seem so large.  I fucked myself hard and slow, long and hard - he was not looking close to cumming so I stepped it up a big.  I spread myself as far as I could, I took one hand and spread my pussy as wide as I could.  I stopped using the toy and fingered my clit talking to him as I did, ‘Oh Master, I want your big, huge cock inside my wet hole.  I am your fuck toy, please master, make me cum…..’ over and over as I thrust my fingers into myself and licked the juices off.  Harder and harder I played with myself and he was stroking himself harder.  I took the toy and started to fuck myself again - harder and harder until I came over and over and over. Then I got up on my knees and did something I shouldn’t have done, I bent toward him and took him in my mouth as I fucked myself and he came - instantly.  I was afraid of the punishment, but he was not upset with me, instead he kissed me, tasting himself.

I looked at the clock, it was 4:30 am Sunday morning……

We are not done yet, next installment is the finale….how much longer can this go on and what will he do next?  Oh, I cream just thinking about it…..

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Mar-OOOOOoooooo-thon Sex (part III)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , on April 26, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, so where did I leave off?  Oh yeah, 6:00 pm Saturday night and we have been at this for nearly 24 hours and BG has had a few blowjobs, I have been tied, teased, masturbated but have NOT been fucked yet!  Does that seem fair?  So, I have had some hard earned orgasms and am tied to a chair, spread legs, hot wax drying on my pussy while he takes pictures.  I stil have my corset on (STILL half naked) and I am wondering what, exactly, is going on!

[6:00 pm SATURDAY] - BG finishes up with his pictures and goes to make a phone call, which I could barely hear, then comes back in to see the pictures as they developed (polaroid - days before digital).  Seeming satisfied, he untied me from the chair and told me to go shower, get dressed in the red velvet corset and matching thong, do my make-up and hair and come to the living room. He unlaced the corset for me and I hit the shower.

I took a leisurely shower, still perplexed.  Did my make-up and hair, got dressed the best I could but needed his help to lace up the corset.  I opened the door and heard him talking.  Assuming he was on the phone I just asked, “Master, when you have a moment, will you come lace me up to your satisfaction?” He came to the bathroom, laced me up tightly, made sure my tits were exposed enough over the top of the corset, and told me to put on the bright maroon lipstick and come out.

As I walked into the living room I was surprised to see his two good friends sitting on the couch.  I almost turned to leave but BG said, ‘ahh, here is my little slut slave now’ and I knew that I was to be put on show for his friends.  He told them that I will do ‘whatever he asked’ of me and told me to go get beers for him and his friends, which I did.  Then he ordered me to sit on the floor by his feet.  I noticed that the pictures BG had taken were on the table next to him, and I just knew they were going to be on display shortly. 

BG turned on a porn - girl/girl, bondage flick - and they sat around drinking and laughing and smoking as I sat on the floor getting up only to replenish the food, drinks and get ashtrays.  BG was mighty pleased with my performance and occassionally slapped my ass, gave me a kiss or tweaked my nipples are rewards.  As the first time that I had been publicly on display as his sub, I was nervous but also, oddly excited.  I think it was at that moment in time that I knew I was truly a submissive.

[8:30 pm SATURDAY] - after the movie and a few more beers, BG showed his pals the pictures of my wax laden pussy.  They commented on how smooth and shaven it was, how much control he had over me, how the chair trick was cool.  I just sat there, thinking, ‘oh my God, these guys are looking at my pussy!’  It was erotic and embarrassing at the same time.  BG was getting tipsy now, and had more guts to show off to his friends.  He had me bring more beers, then he ordered me to stand in the center of the room and do a little ’round about’ for them. Then he told me to lay on the floor and spread my legs - thong on THANK GOD -so I did.  I was so nervous and really getting wet.  He knelt down to me on the floor and took the thong and moved it to the side so he exposed my pussy, then he ran a finger up and down it, and brought the finger to my lips to taste myself.  He helped me up and told me to go and get something to drink for myself and to go lay down on the bed.  I did as I was told.  I heard them talking a bit - and then the door closed.  Finally, alone again.

[9:30 pm SATURDAY] - BG came into the bedroom and told me I behaved very well tonight and that I was going to get a reward.  He told me that I made his friends horny and that they wanted to fuck me (that scared me, I thought I was going to get gang-banged), he then told me that he told them to find their own subs and kicked them out.  I was flattered, in a sort of odd way. 

He had me sit up on the bed and he gave me a very long, sensuous kiss, letting his hands run over my breasts.  He reached around back and unlaced my corset, letting it fall to the bed and unleashing my tits - FINALLY.  He tweaked my nipples, then bit them slightly, pulling them and sucking my tits at the same time.  He reached over and got the clothespins and placed one on each nipple - making sure the whole nipple was inside them.  Then he had me lay on the bed.  He had replaced the glass of ice and used a few large cubes on my nipples, giving me relief and pain at the same time.  I was getting wet and with the untied freedom I was writhing about. 

Knowing that I was reaching my breaking point, he stopped with the ice and reached down to take off my panties.  Finally, blissfully naked!  I had waited over 24 hours to be naked and now I was.  He then took the bondage rope from the chair and ran a length of it around my waist, behind my back and then up and around my tits, making a sort of ‘rope bra’ out of it.  He took another length of rope and made a sort of rope thong out of it.  Then he took the tethers and placed my ankles into them and hoisted my feet up and down in a sort of lying squat position.  He then got a box from under the bed and produced a blindfold from it, placing it around my eyes.  I was very, very aroused now and ready for the next step!  He put handcuffs on my hands and I was ready.  The last look at the clock revealed it was 10:45 PM.

[10:45 pm SATURDAY] - I sat there exposed and wet, waiting for something to happen.  Soon I felt BG’s tongue exploring my pussy and dancing around the rope.  He stopped to sort of adjust the rope - moving it to the sides of my pussy so I was more exposed.  My nipples were totally aching for release and I was so wet and ready.  He continued his exploration with his tongue, then fingers. Exploring, probing, inserting - I was wild.  Then he did me in by slapping my pussy lightly, then harder,  I came in an explosion!  I felt him move off the bed, then felt him come back on.  I heard the loud hummm of our hitachi magic wand.  He gently started putting it on my clit - on and off, on and off - until I was cumming over and over and over.  The pain of the orgasms were almost outweighing the pleasure.  He kept this on until I was sure my clit was swollen and red.  Then he got off the bed again.  I felt water - cold water - pouring onto my hot cunt and I was enjoying the cool release.  I felt the ice hit me and then the cubes being inserted.  My pussy was cold and numb but still throbbing.  He reached up and took off the nipple clothespins giving me tremendous release.  I felt the cold ice on my nipples and felt them go immediately to attention. 

BG started kissing and licking my tits, nipples, neck.  He licked down my stomach, thighs and back to my pussy.  He hovered over me and I felt his cock on my lips.  I knew what to do and instincively took him full into my mouth.  Over and over I licked and sucked him, bringing my hands up to help as much as possible with the cuffs on.  He took himself out of my mouth (obviously getting too excited) and I felt him bend over to the nightstand. 

He moved down to my pussy and I felt the telltale cold of a wine bottle going into my pussy.  He loved to use objects in my pussy - the bigger the better.  The long, cold tip of the wine bottle went slowly in and slowly out, further and further into my pussy.  I knew that this was the beginning of the end - he could never last long after object play.  I was finally getting the attention I worked so hard for and I was grateful.

Here is where I end for tonight, but one more installment should finish it up.  At this point we are at approximately midnight, but I am blindfolded so we can’t be totally sure…….

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Mar-OOOOooooo-thon Sex (Part II)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2008 by mikayla1

OK, so maybe I underestimated myself when I said 2 parts - it will probably be like 3 or 4 parts!  Someone asked me how I remember all of this in such detail, the answer is, it was one of the hottest and most memorable sexual experiences of my life AND I have an almost photographic memory - so there ya go!

OK, so we continue at 2:00 am Saturday, I am lying in bed, clothespins placed on my pussy lips, and BG is watching a war flick in the other room while I am strapped down unable to move.

[4:30 am Saturday] - War flick ends, I am ready to burst I am in such pain / pleasure, I am confused and feeling….left out?  BG comes back in and flicks the clothespins a little, asking if I missed him.  I say, ‘yes’ and realize my voice is hoarsh.  He takes the clothespins off, one by one, the pleasure is now almost unbearable.

SIDE NOTE:  If you have not had clothespin play, let me explain.  The pleasure is in the RELEASING of the pins, not in the placing.

He leaves only the one on my clitoral hood and flicks that one a few times as the blood rushes back to my entire pussy - feeling tremendously arousing and hot.  He releases the last pin and graces me with a few slippery licks of his tonge, followed by the swift insertion of 3 fingers into my pussy.  I am totally in his power and begin to orgasm quickly - bucking up as far as I can get.  Just as I start to enjoy this he stops just as quickly as he had started.

He grabs the very melted ice from the big cup by the bed and gets a couple big pieces out.  He pours some of the cold water on my pussy and slides a few of the ice cubes into me.  I am shivering with cold AND pleasure - this is a welcome relief from the hotness left from the clothespins.

He pays no further attention to my pussy at this moment and instead goes up to my face and gives me a long, hard kiss.  Then he gives me the cup of icewater to drink.  I am parched so I drink as much as I can.  He then gets up on the bed and sits next to me.  My corset still on and laced up tight, he runs his fingers over the top of my breasts and attempts to touch my hard nipples underneath - but they are not as accessible under the leather corset.  He gets onto his knees and removes his boxers, revealing his very, hard cock.  He straddles my face placing it into my mouth - and I suck him the best I can without being able to move my hands.  He loved to deepthroat himself into me when I was helpless - trying to make me gag - and he did that now.  In a matter of minutes he came all over my face and upper chest - a big, hot load. 

Replacing his boxers, he moved over and released my wrists from the restraints, then my ankles.  It felt wondeful to be released, but I knew I was not done.  He told me to stand up and go to the bathroom, making sure to clean myself up.  I did so, taking my time to get all his cum off of me and reapply my make-up where needed.  I then went back to the bedroom where I saw a chair next to the bed.

[6:00 am SATURDAY] He told me to sit down and spread my legs on either side of the chair legs.  I did so and he got our bondage rope out and tied me to the chair, legs spread, hands to my sides grabbing the chair arms.  He then ‘tipped’ the chair so that it rested on the bed and I was in a semi-laying down position.  He placed a blanket under my head for cushion, and then one over me. He then told me to go to sleep.  Huh?  I was perplexed!  I had never been tied to go to sleep before, and highly doubted I could do it now, tied to a chair.  However, surprisingly enough, I did fall asleep and woke up much later feeling sore and stiff.

[12:00 NOON - SATURDAY] - I woke to the sound of the shower running and realized that BG was up and showering.  I had to pee very bad, and was wondering what was going on.  The room was very dark, despite the time on the clock.  I turned to try and look at the windows and noticed the dark blankets covering the window.  In a few minutes BG came back, smiled at me and asked me how I had slept?  He then tipped the chair up and gave me a kiss.  He asked if I had to go to the bathroom - I did - so he let me out of the ties, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and cleaned up - then came out.

He had breakfast waiting for me.  He told me to sit, as is (half naked) which I did.  Keep in mind, it is not a sub’s position to ask questions, so I didn’t.  He helped me eat breakfast - my arms were sore - gave me plenty of time to do so.  After a rather lesiurely and confusing breakfast / lunch, he told me to clean up and come to the living room.

I did the dishes and then reported back to the living room.  He was sitting, naked, in the chair.  There was his bedroom dressing mirror across from the chair (I wondered about that).  He told me to kneel and suck his cock - which I did.  I figured out, of course, that when sitting in the chair he could look at the mirror and see my naked ass and pussy kneeling in front of him, sucking him off.  Quite ingenious actually.

I did my best at this feat still wondering if he would get enough of these BJS and want to fuck at some point!  After he came in my mouth he told me to sit at his feet.  I sat comfortably on the floor by his feet as we watched some television.  Nothing important, just random channels. 

[2:30 pm SATURDAY]  After watching TV for a bit he turned it off and told me to lie down on the floor and pleasure myself.  I was a bit confused, I had maturbated for him before, but this random request seemed out of context.  Here I was, still half dressed, all these hours later, and we STILL hadn’t fucked!  I did as I was told, fingering myself and getting more excited.  BG handed me a realistic dildo and told me to fuck myself with it.  Hey, at least I was getting fucked finally!  I loved to masturbate in front of him - it always made me HOT.  I came many times - about 4 - just doing myself until he told me to stop.  He told me he knew “I needed some release” and he was right.

Back to the bathroom, I cleaned up well and then was beckoned back to the bedroom.  Back onto the chair I was tied in the exact same way as before.  He tilted me back again [huh?  more sleep?] but then he relit the candles by the bed and our sex wax candle.  Oh, I got it then.  He dripped the hot wax all over the tips of my breasts and down my tummy, finally getting my very exposed and hot clit!  I LOVE hot wax - it is sensual and sexy.  He let the wax cool, then started taking pictures of my wax-covered pussy. He loved to take erotic photographs of our bondage.  I was aching I was so hot!  I wanted HIM to fuck me - I was done playing - but he wasn’t.  This was just the beginning of this night -just the beginning…..

[6:00 pm SATURDAY] ….this is where I will leave off…but come back soon cause it is gonna get HOT up in here!!!!

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Mar-OOOOoooooo-thon Sex (by request)

Posted in Kinky Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2008 by mikayla1

PART I:  YES, I TAKE REQUESTS

Happy Tuesday blogging world!  I am so sorry I have been MIA for a while, but it is final time, and I had papers to grade!  I am finished now for a few weeks and can devote more time to writing and fun!  Anyway, I had a request by Mike to describe a marathon night of sex.  Since this particular night, well weekend, was very intense, I am going to divide my retelling into 2 or 3 parts!  Today is Part I of my longest night of sex ever!  Hold on to your panties and boxers - it is going to be a wild ride!

~OK, so I have briefly discussed Bondage Guy, who was, among other things, my longest relationship, a very controlling and dominant man, and I willingly served as his sub until he took the DOM role a bit too far and did something that I could not forgive [more on that on a later post].  Anyway, it was with him that all my longest sex sessions were held.  They were very calculated, very precise and always FUN, but I will warn, this is not for the weak of heart - these were intense sexual situations, and I DO NOT recommend that anyone try some of these things at home!

So, this was about 5 years into our relationship.  We had become very involved in BDSM and were comfortable playing that way.  We had many long sessions, but this particular time BG said that he wanted to take me the entire weekend, over and over and over….OK, so I was up for it.  I assumed he meant ‘all weekend’ as in, some Friday, some Saturday, etc…..NO, he meant ALLLL WEEKEND!

So, we began on Friday.  He told me to come to his apartment with nothing but the clothes on my back.  I got there and he had ordered in Italian food - my favorite at the time.  We sat and had a nice, romantic dinner with wine, candles, and great food.

SIDE NOTE:  For those of you who are unfamiliar with BDSM and think, ‘hey, he was NICE to his sub’ - yes, DOMS typially LOVE their subs and treat them well.

So anyway, he gave me a nice dinner, we chatted and then he gave me a nice massge (full body) and helped me to shower and shave (he was the one who introduced me to pussy shaving).  He dried me off and brought me my ‘garb’ - a new leather back-lacing corset, matching thong, dog collar.  I got dressed with his help and put on make-up [I could never go without make-up] and put my hair back in a slick ponytail.

All ready to serve and to play, BG led me to the bedroom which was lit with literally a hundred candles.  I saw on the bed some black tethers - they were new, this would be our inagural use of them - and some of our basic toys:  sex wax, tethers, paddle, leash, ice cubes, handcuffs, rope, vibrators, anal plugs, dildos, wine bottles, clothespins - you know basic stuff.

BG led me to the bed and instructed me to sit down.  He stroked my face tenderly then ordered me to get on my knees and take him in my mouth.  The play had begun [8:00 pm Friday].  I did what I was told and undid his pants taking out his semi-erect cock.  I began to suck it slowly and licking it up and down.  When he got harder he told me to ‘put it all in his mouth’ - which I did.  He took my head and forced his cock into my throat [I never gag] and then out and in again.  This introductory session gave him his first cum of the evening - he liked to get number 1 over with fairly quickly.

Pulling me up by my leash he ordered me to spread my legs and bend over the bed.  Pushing my face into the bed he took my hands and handcuffed them behind me.  He kicked my legs apart slightly more and ordered me not to make a sound.  He took our leather and fur double sided paddle and began to slowly and intentionally hit my ass with it.  Harder and harder each thump got until I felt the heat of the welt growing on my ass.  Staying quiet was beginning to get harder to do - and he knew this - so he used the fur side to give my bottom a break.  pulling the thong up between my pussy lips and into my crack - the pleasure/pain principle was almost too much!

After a short break he changed tools and got our mini-tethers.  First he tickled my ass and between my legs with it - then SMACK - hard on the ass - I welped a bit - and this cost me another slap on the ass.  This went on for a good while until I had tears running down my face and wanted so badly to turn over!  The time finally came when he hoisted me up by my hands and turned me around to kiss him [my reward for being quiet] then he pushed me gently down onto the bed, my hands still behind my back.  BG ordered me to spread my legs [finally, some relief] and I did so.  The thong was wet and I was ready.  He took the tethers again and made them dance between my legs.  The thong a very unwanted obstruction to my wetness.  He took the handle and rubbed up back and forth between my slit - ohhhhh it was heavenly, I can almost feel it now - and then he SMACKED it down onto my clit - hard!  I came in a gush like no other [but remained silent].  He knew I had cum, and that pleased him.  He took the paddle again and started smacking my pussy a little harder each time until it was red around the edges of the tiny thong.  I was in massive pain and pleasure and with about every 5 smacks I came like a freak!

When I almost couldn’t bear this anymore, BG pulled me up and uncuffed my hands, ordering me back to the floor for another BJ.  This time he teased my mouth with his cock - in a little, out a little - ordering me to use my hands.  I did as I was told, doing the best that I could.  Using tongue, hands, mouth - deepthroat.  He stopped in a few minutes and put his boxers back on.

[I was very confused, we had played many times before, and this was not his normal agenda.  Usually this next BJ ended up with mutual oral then sex, then some play - this was different]

[10:15 pm FRIDAY]  As you can see from my timeline, BG took his time.  Each separate event was never rushed, but this was even longer than I was used to.  I was confused and aroused - and a bit scared.  We had a safe word [if I ever got uncomfortable I would say this word and he would stop]. 

So BG then pulled me up by the collar, put the leash on, and ordered me to follow him on my hands and knees.  Crawling like a dog, I followed him through the kitchen to get some beers, then to the living room.  He sat in the chair, I knelt on the floor.  He told me to ’stay’ and went to put in a movie - porn of course - and sat down.  He ordered me to rub his feet and suck his toes [this was BG's big thing - toe sucking] - so I began to do what I was told.  I literally sucked his toes for an hour and a half while he watched porn and drank beer.  When the movie ended, he allowed me to sit up, gave me a beer to drink and told me I could ‘relax’ on the floor - which I did. 

[So now I am thinking, it is past midnight, we are still in clothes, I haven't done half the things I normally do, what the heck is going on?]

After I drank my beer, BG told me to get up, stand in front of him and spread my legs (FINALLY!) so I did.  He pulls the thong UP between my slit hard and keeps holding it until I am forced up onto my toes.  He asks me, “you KNOW you love to serve me, you KNOW you love me to fuck you, you LOVE to suck my cock, and you are going to do it and like it all weekend, do you understand?” - I answer  yes, and he releases the thong, giving my pussy a quick slap with his palm.

[12:30 am SATURDAY]  BG orders me to follow him on hands and knees to the bathroom, he has me go to the bathroom while he watches [another one of his things]. He washes me with a wipe and leads me back to the bedroom.  He orders me to the bed and ties my hands and feet into the restraints.  He gets between my legs and rips the thong right off [NOW we are getting somewhere!]  He takes the clothespins that are nearby and begins to place them one by one on my pussy lips, until there were probably 4 on each side.  He then lifts up my clitoral hood and places one there - which HURT!

SIDE NOTE:  This is NOT for the weak of heart or those with low pain tolerance!  It is VERY painful (in a good way)

In a matter of minutes the pain turned to numbness and I was dying to have them removed.  BG guy got off the bed, left the room and I heard him in the living room watching another DVD.  This one sounded like a war movie.  Now I was really confused….here I was, strapped to the bed, half naked, with clothespins on my pussy and he was what, watching Bridge Over River Kawai? 

That is how BG left me.  There, pulsating in pleasure and pain, confused and alone - but OH so aroused!

[2:00 am Saturday]  Here is where I end for the day.  Orgasm count [as requested] is about 20 or so.

Part II tomorrow or later today…..

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Welcome Home Sex….

Posted in Ponderings.... with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2008 by mikayla1

Have you ever had “welcome home sex?”  You know what I mean, your lover is gone for any length of time, he or she comes home and you fuck like horny little rabbits?  A ‘Welcome Home Fuck’ as it were!  Yep, that is exactly what I did last night….welcomed my man home in style!

Ladies (or gentlemen) if you have a partner who travels on business, is in the military, or you do not live together for any reason whatsoever, it is important - NO, IMPERATIVE - that you always welcome them home with words AND deeds - and by deeds I mean sex!

There are some rules to the ‘welcome home fuck’ - and they are important rules.  Here they are (for those of you interested - the rest of you, well too bad, read em’ anyway!):

Rule #1:  NO QUICKIES!  Welcome home sex is NEVER short and sweet, it is loooonnnngg and erotic. Now, if your man has been gone a loooooonnnnnng, long time - then it might be a quickie for obvious reasons - but then you can just do it again!

Rule#2:  FOREPLAY IS A MUST!  Yep, this is not intercourse only, you have to have the full sexual buffet from the salad to the dessert!  No skimping on this sexual meal!

Rule #3:  EXTRA SPECIAL SOMETHINGS FOR HIM OR HER!  Yep, that is right, when your lover comes back from afar you need to give them extra special attention.  That means, great mind-blowing blowjobs for HIM or long, loving, clitoral licks for HER.  Make it special and take your time to pleasure!

Rule #4:  WEAR SOMETHING SPECIAL! Yeah, I know, ‘it doesn’t stay on that long, why wear it?’  I call BS!  Nothing turns a man on more than seeing his lover with some silky sheer something!  Men, you can buy silky boxers - trust me, your gal will love it.

Rule #5:  NO RULES!  Don’t plan out your sex too much, just go with it and let the heat of the moment overtake you.  Kiss them hard, fondle, touch, caress.  Devour them in sexual foreplay.  Build-it up and build-it up more.  Foreplay until you have no spit left, then fuck them hard like you have been waiting your whole life to do it.

Rule #6:  BE FREAKY! No man or woman wants to come home to ‘plain Jane’ - they want JANE, THE AMAZON TEMPTRESS!  Get your freak on with some anal sex, use some toys, bring ice to the bedroom - change it up and give him or her a super freaky thrill!

So, that about summarizes ‘welcome home sex’ rules.  Let me share how I welcomed my hard-working hubby home.  I made him a nice, home-cooked dinner (men love good food ladies, learn how to cook!) - and after the boys were in bed I slipped into something sexy (black corset, panties) and put on music, lit candles, got a bunch of toys out and a big, glass of ice!

Then I led him by hand to the bedroom.  He protested at first (bathroom break) but I had other plans.  I took down his pants and shirt, took down his boxers and wiped him down lovingly with a washcloth and warm water.  All clean and time to get dirty.  Long kisses, hard pinches, caresses and tugs - led to a long, long blowjob where I skillfully (yes, I have skilllzzz) brought him to the brink and back until finally letting him cum in my mouth.

Then, we moved on to foreplay where he got to watch (and help) me play with some of my favorite toys.  Getting hard again was no problem, but he moved on to oral sex for me and then a seductive 69.  I pulled ice from the jar for this killer BJ, sending shivers up his spine and through his cock.  When he was getting close I put him on his back and got out his favorite prostate massager (yes, my HETERO man loves anal play - deal with it!)  This is where it got good.  Once in and he was starting to feel the sensations of HIS orgasm cumming, I got on top of him with the massager still in and rode him until he screamed my name in pleasure and intensity!

Now THAT is the way to welcome your man home ladies!  Never forget the importance of the ‘welcome home fuck!’

 

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