That was a delicious dinner Princess. You can get me another glass of wine before you clean up the kitchen.

 

Take off your pants. I want to watch you in your pretty knickers while you fold the laundry.

 

No, you’re not getting sex tonight, but you can let my sweater puppies out before you file and massage my feet.

 

Do you want to nurse, Baby? You don’t need a towel; just keep your panties on.

 

That’s it…rub yourself against the couch while you drink Mommy’s milk. Maybe I’ll let you do this the next time I’m with my lover…if you’re a good boy.

 

I’m still looking for a man for you to fluff. You’re going to be a good little cock-sucker, aren’t you Princess?

 

You know that eventually I’m going to expect my sissy to do more than suck cock, right?

 

Don’t worry, the first time I’ll hold you just like this. You can nurse and I’ll stroke your back and help you relax while he enters you.

 

Maybe he’ll let you call him ‘Daddy’. Would you like that Princess? Nursing on Mommy’s breast while Daddy takes your chocolate-cherry.

 

After that you can be a pretty-little fuck-toy for my lovers…a perfectly complete sissy.

 

Just picture it Baby…I can be out with one man while you service another.

 

That’s it…fill those pretty panties with your cream.

 

Sit up and let me see. Oh look, you spilled some on the couch. Lick it all up, Sissy.

 

You’d better get used to the taste. I have a feeling you’ll be drinking a lot of it soon.

 

You can get dressed for work now Princess, but leave those wet panties on…as a reminder of what’s to come.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

There had been play the night before and not just the sensation kind either. ♀ had sex with a Man and myself at the same time. There was sweat and a variety of other bodily fluids and a good time was had by all. If memory serves, we fucked again after He went to bed. I heard him puttering around making breakfast  the next morning and got up to help. When everything was almost ready, he went into our room to wake ♀ up.  He wasn’t in there long enough for breakfast to burn, but when he walked past to wake up his own lovely wife, he looked darn pleased with himself.

 

♀ came out to breaky wearing not mucking fuch and the kitchen was filled with good smells, good friends and a comfy sexy vibe. Unfortunately, the weekend couldn’t be all pleasure and after breakfast he took ♀ & I out shopping. We needed to buy 3 cash-registers and a new lap-top and since he’s a techy kind of guy, he seemed like the right choice to help us find what we needed….and he did. All at one store. That was a very good thing because we got a much better package price. He even helped get a bunch of extras tossed in. However, we did end up spending quite a bit of time in the store. The pc was a demo and needed to be removed from the display and they only had 2 tills so had to phone around to other locations to find us a third.

 

We all wandered around the store while we waited and ♀ flirted with us both. A kiss here, a squeeze there, a quick grope at the end of isle 6. Once while she was walking away from me she flipped up the back of her skirt and I saw the thin blue line of her pretty knickers splitting the cheeks of her ass. She did it again when we were in the other store picking up the last till and there were no knickers. I never did find out if they ended up in her purse or his pocket.

 

After we were done shopping we decided to stop for lunch. They walked arm-and-arm into the restaurant while I tagged along behind. I wish I could understand why that thrilled me so much. He sat across the table from us and ♀ spent most of lunch with a hand on my crotch and a bare foot on his. But the highlight of the afternoon was our waitress, Heather.

 

 

Ahhh Heather…young and sweet with a big smile and lovely curves and…yeah, we all agreed Heather really was adorable. We also all agreed that ♀ was the only one of us who would ever have a chance to see heather naked. Not that anyone was planning that…it was just a truism. Heather brought our drinks and He said she didn’t look old enough to serve alcohol. Heather told us she’s 19 so she’s allowed to serve, but not allowed to pour. That’s Darnell’s job and she pointed to the big black man behind the bar. He said I bet you can’t wait to be 21. She didn’t miss a beat when she said no, not at all. She loves being 19.

 

That’s what I’m going to remember most about Heather. Besides being young and adorable she’s happy with being who she is right now. Isn’t that just the greatest thing? When I was about 19 a friend of mine made the observation that I was a grumpy old man trapped in a young man’s body and I wouldn’t find peace until I really was that old man. I didn’t find happiness until I was almost 40 so she wasn’t to far off.

 

As we were driving back to his house they were trying to decide if there would be enough time for another romp before we went home. He said, I hope you don’t mind if I think about Heather while we fuck. ♀ said not at all, she’ll be thinking about Darnell, the big black waiter.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

One of Mini’s uncles (my former bro-in-law) had a heart attack while brushing his teeth last week. Mini (almost 15) was telling me all the details; he thinks his uncle is about my age (it’s been years since I’ve seen him, but I think he’s a few years older then me), his uncle is fine now, still a little over-weight, never smoked, rarely drinks, tries to stay active….

 

I asked Mini if there was a life-lesson here. I was thinking along the lines of  life is precious, don’t take anything for granted…that sort of thing.

 

Mini’s life lesson….

 

“Brushing your teeth is a high-risk activity and should probably be avoided.”

 

 

Cheers,

sss

I don’t know why I should still be surprised that the friends we are making on this journey are just as important as the sex we are having. I mean we joined the Lounge to meet open-minded people and presumably to make new friends. I know there are exceptions to this rule, but the best sex usually happens with people you like…and we really like N & C! (I hope that wasn’t too subtle)

 

I need to tell you why we were 30 minutes late getting to their hour on Sunday. The grand-baby was over and took her first two steps. So ♀ was there for her first breath, first word and now, first step and yes, she was pretty excited.

 

So we arrived fashionably late to delicious appy’s and more great conversation and another very pleasant evening could have been spent just with that. I think the hesitation to get things started came from not really being sure how ’4′ would work. None of us are ‘swingers’ in the traditional sense. What I mean is we’re not interested in switching partners to have sex. Just like us, N & C are looking to have experiences that add to what they have. When we were thinking about it with our clothes on, it was much easier to picture that happening with ’3′.  I suppose ♀ could have told me to sit in the corner and watch, but fortunately she let me join in and things worked out very well indeed.

 

How good? Well, this was taken after our play was finished…

 

 

Ok, that’s not the messiest bed-head you will ever see, but it’s the last picture of the last braid I tied in her hair. Yes, it’s true. She got it all cut off.

 

OK, here are a few of my observations…N isn’t at all submissive in the way I am, but he is very ‘service oriented’ so pretty much all the play was focused on giving the women pleasure. As it happened he and I both had orgasms, but even if we hadn’t, it wouldn’t have made the night any less successful. Most of the time there were three sets of lips and hands or toys on/in one woman and it was a thrill to watch/see/feel them get off.

 

No, I didn’t miscount…there really were three sets so yes, ♀ & C did play and like Amy  at the New Years party, it was all above the waist and yes, it was all very exciting. And most hetero-men would think that as well, right? Two beautiful women together and if one of them is yours, that’s even better. They touch and kiss and interact so much differently than with a man and it’s a wondrous sight to see….as in visually stimulating. But watching ♀ with N effected me in a different way. It’s hard to explain. I felt it more in my gut. I seemed to have less control over my reactions. Both super-duper wonderful, but just different…that’s all.

 

There’s one more thing I want to tell you about. ♀ had her last Big O while C was making out with her and playing with her breasts. I was fucking her with her favourite glass dildo and licking her clit. N was flogging me…ordering me to please her…demanding that I give her the orgasm she so richly deserved. It was amazingly-fucking-hot and I suspect that ♀ held off as long as she could to enjoy the sound of me being beaten.

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

If I remember correctly, Jennifer told us at our orientation that she does not do the match-maker thing. That seemed reasonable to me. She’s a busy woman and doesn’t have time for emails from people who were to shy or distracted to remember to exchange contact information. She repeated this rule at the Play-Party Etiquette class we took a few months later. She suggested getting business cards printed that we could just hand out if there was someone we were interested in. We have very pretty biz cards btw.

 

So we were a little surprised when we got an email from Jennifer a week or so before the last Sultry. She knew this couple from Seattle and they were going to be at Sultry and she thought we would enjoy meeting each other and would we like their email so maybe we could chat online and perhaps meet in person before Sultry just to see if we’d like to get to know each other even better.

 

*keep in mind that Jennifer took it upon herself to do this. I would strongly discourage you from asking her to hook you up with, or asking for personal information about someone you’ve met or want to meet at the Lounge.

 

Anyway, emails were exchanged and we agreed to meet R & A at the restaurant at their hotel a couple of hours before the start of Sultry. They looked like their pictures and they were very pleasant and we talked about a wide variety of topics and it was all very nice, but when we were driving to Sultry after dinner, we realized that we didn’t really get a sense of who they were.  ♀ made me sad when she said she didn’t think R was interested because she’s bigger than A. I thought the problem was we kinda fell into the coffee date routine that we do when we meet people from our ad and maybe we were a bit overwhelming. Not that it matters…for what ever reason there wasn’t a spark.

 

Sultry is one of those events that non-members are welcome to attend and it just so happened that we hardly knew anyone at all that night. ♀ mojo is still kinda hit and miss so having an evening out where we mostly concentrated on just us was probably a good thing. So we didn’t actually *play* with anyone, but during the human car wash I got to rub my stubbly head against (and in between) all the boobies present. Have I ever mentioned that I am a very lucky sissy?

 

Speaking of boobies, I must tell you about one of the couples who were there. They were younger than ♀ & I. He was quite muscular. She was nicely curvy. They were a very attractive couple, but what made them stand out (lol) was her nipples. They were the length and thickness of the tip of my middle finger down to the first joint. Seriously, they were the most spectacular nipples I have ever seen in person.

 

So the bath-house where they have Sultry was probably built in the ’40′s and Jennifer was telling us that a grandfather clause in the reason it’s still there, but it has to stay pretty much original. They are very restricted with what they can do with it, so it feels old and a little seedy.  A row of tiny stalls open out into one of the hallways and there’s a bench built into each stall and each bench has a tiny mattress. Picture a crib mattress. It’s not the easiest place to fuck, but really, the only other options are one of the showers (the difference in our height makes that tough) or one of the steam rooms (heat and an audience doesn’t really work for me) Anyway, we have managed to successfully fuck in one of the stalls before and oh-happy-day we were both able to get off on this particular night.

 

After we finished we went to the cooling off area. There’s drinks and snacks and chairs and light conversation. It’s a relaxed place to hang out. We were talking with another couple about the challenges associated with playing on the little benches and we decided that they were probably designed for tiny Asian men. As we were discussing this, we could hear moans and groans and the creaking of cedar coming from down the hall. ♀ told me to go see who was doing what to whom.

OK, keep in mind that we had been sweating for a couple of hours and I’d just had an orgasm and I truly don’t have a filter.

I walked down the hall and the attractive couple I was telling you about…remember with the amazing nipples…they were just changing positions. She was bending over the bench and he was about to take her from behind and I, assuming they had just moved off of the very tiny bench said, in a voice loud enough for everyone else down the hallway to hear, “It’s just not quite big enough, is it.”

 

I don’t embarrass easily, but yes, I was pretty red-faced after that. Later, we were back in the cooling off area and Jennifer was busy putting various lotion and potions on any woman who would let her. She put an edible body paint on the nipples of a woman we hadn’t talked to at all and as her man was licking it off one nipple, ♀ told me to go over and ask if I could lick it off the other. I said ‘no thanks’ and she said that she didn’t ask if I wanted to. She told me to go ask if I could. So being an obedient (and lucky) sissy, I did what I was told and the woman gave me permission to lick the nasty tasting body paint off her nipple.

 

At the end of the night ♀ & I and the ‘body-paint’ couple were helping Jennifer load everything into her car. It turns out they were faced with the same dilemma we have at the end of Sultry. It’s not a very nice part of town at the best of times, but late at night we really don’t want to be wandering around aimlessly looking for a place to eat and by the time we get home it’s really late and absolutely nothing is open and who wants to start cooking? We live about an hour SE & they were about an hour NE from home. We had overheard a conversation about a nice cheese shop with attached tapas bar just down the street so I introduced ourselves asked them if they’d like to join us for an appy.

 

Well, N & C were just so much fun. It was like we were long lost best friends. There was so much to talk about and (or so it felt) so much to catch up with and wow, in no time they were turning the lights up and kicking us to the curb. By the time we got home they had both sent us friend requests on Fetlife. There have been numerous emails back and forth between all of us. We saw them at  the Cupids Party last week and I’ll be blogging about that later. They had their orientation (and learned the secret hand-shake) Friday night. We were supposed to meet them at Exploratorium after, but it got cancelled. So they came over to our house and we talked for like four hours!

 

Want to know something weird? ♀ & C do the same kind of work and where they work is only a couple of blocks apart. Also, they both had Pin-Up photo shoots done at the same studio in the same week. I have a really good feeling about them. They’re relatively new at this, just like we are. Their connection seems very strong,  just like ours. I think they’ll respect our boundaries and if something isn’t working, I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to talk about it.

 

Anyway, we shall find out soon. We have a play-date scheduled for later today.

 

Stay tuned,

♀ & sss

I am curvy ( NOT skinny), confident and  fun. I am loyal, honest and passionate (loud).  I love lingerie, sex and most of all, my husband.

 

My husband is a sissy. He shares my love for lingerie.  His legs and pits are always shaved and his toe-nails painted. He paints my nails, brushes and braids my hair, shaves my pubes, helps me pick out my clothes and does much of the house-work. He is MY bitch, not yours (unless I tell him to be). He is not weak or stupid, but is submissive to ME in and out of the bedroom.

 

I think the female form is beautiful (so much more interesting than the male form) and I enjoy the company of women, but I had never been attracted to them in a sexual way. I tried a couple of times (partly out of curiosity and partly to amuse my hubby), but it didn’t really do anything for me. Recently, however, we played with a woman and I liked it. To be honest all we really did was make out while the hubby played with our naughty bits, but it was hot and I enjoyed myself and I’ve been thinking I might like to explore that some more.

 

So for now at least, I’m looking for one specific woman (a fwb rather than a bff). She’ll need to be patient and understanding because I truly have no idea where this will lead. I might only want to be boobie-sexual or I might discover that I really like (certain) women. You’ll need to be OK with where it does or doesn’t go because I’m not making any promises…I’m just curious.

 

 

We have dabbled with some BDSM stuff. I’m always dominate with my sissy, but have recently discovered that with the right men I can enjoy being submissive. So I identify as a switch. I think that would probably apply with women as well, but can’t say for sure until I’m in that situation.

 

Where does my sissy fit into this? ‘His dick is mine’ is one of our hard rules. He’s not even allowed to masturbate without my permission and he’s not allowed to ask. So if you wanted to do something sexual with him you would need to ask me first. Every time. Our other hard rule is ‘no secrets’. So depending on how you & I felt he might be invited to participate in our play or only be allowed to watch or maybe not be there at all. Regardless, he’ll always know who I’m playing with and hear all the details.

 

If you’re curious about what we look like, click here.  At the bottom of that page just click on the ‘newer posts’  link and you’ll find dozens of  Half-Nekkid Thursday (hnt) pictures of both of us.

 

 We’re looking forward to hearing from you!

 

♀ aka Okusan Bitch  on Fetlife

 2011 is going to be a year of major changes in our life and hopefully First Night at the Lounge will be a harbinger of an amazing year to come and not the one bright spot in an otherwise disappointing year.

 

We bought a shiny black pleather corset for ♀ to wear to the party and ♀ offered to let me wear one of her lacy white negligees (one of the few pieces of her lingerie that doesn’t require boobs to look nice). We also bought two doses of Forta for Women. Jennifer had mentioned it so we thought we’d give it a try. We weren’t expecting a new corset and a supplement to change her into a raging nympho, but we hoped it might help her tap into the sexual energy of the Lounge.

 

On Friday afternoon ♀ had a long soak in the tub. I shaved her legs, washed and conditioned her hair while we talked about how we hoped the night would unfold.  I thought she should take the Forta as we were leaving for the Lounge and in theory it would start working about the time we arrived. She thought she should take it much earlier. Her theory was that with so many people at the party it was highly unlikely that I’d be able to get wood even if we didn’t have sex before we left. So if the supplement helped her get aroused while we were still at home, we could make love and that would help her feel connected to me at the party.

 

She took the Forta and it had absolutely no affect, but we made love after I’d shaved her pubes and she was able to have a small orgasm. I did her hair, helped her into her corset and attached stockings to garters. She was going to wear shiny black pumps, but decided with so many people attending she might be spending a lot of time on her feet and the pumps are quite high so she wore her black boots. She looked gorgeous and I completely forgot to take pictures (sorry).

 

I’ve been trying for three days to capture that party with words and I just can’t do it justice. NYE parties, like Halloween are often expensive, drunken disappointments so we rarely attend such things. I think this was the best NYE party I have been to ever. Seriously, Jennifer and Jason put on a hell-of-a-show.  The food and music and energy were all spectacular. Want to hear something funny? Jennifer had put together a slide show (OK it’s probably not called that anymore, but you know what I mean) Anyway, there were a couple of hundred pictures of Jennifer and Jason and various Lounge members being their sexy-selves. Included in the set were all of ♀ pin-up photo’s and I had this WOW moment. We really are part of this amazing community. I just really felt it that night.

 

I couldn’t possibly tell you all that went on, but there are a few things that just need to be mentioned. There was a big burly man giving a flogger demonstration. He had a lazy-susan filled with various floggers/whackers/thumpers…Anyway, I remember the first time I saw Lord Batsu do caning and I was struck (hoho) with how rhythmic it was. The guy at the party took that to a whole new level. I saw for the first time, the artistry of flogging. The sight and sound of it was just mesmerizing.

 

Speaking of being mesmerized, another man gave a fire-play demonstration and it had a huge affect on ♀. I thought it looked cool (sorry, hot), but ♀ was absolutely spellbound. She really wants to try that.

 

 

The other super-duper completely unexpected and totally fanfuckingtastic thing that happened was we had our very first 3some. You will never guess who it was with. Seriously, try and guess and then click here. I bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?

 

It was after 3am when we got home and toasted in the new year. We fucked once more before we went to sleep and *pillow-talk* Amy fisted ♀ into a HUGE Big O while I was tied to a chair watching.

 

So like I said at the beginning of this post, I hope NYE is a sign of great things to come in the following year….for us and for all of you as well.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

 

 

 

 

 

Years ago when I was being treated for depression, one of the first questions that the psychologist asked me was if I could remember ever being happy? It didn’t matter if it was a period of time or  a day or even just a moment from my past. He wanted me to try and remember what ‘happy’ felt like.

 

We tried something similar with ♀ mojo the other day. The phones were off and we didn’t need to be anywhere anytime soon, so there was no rush and no pressure. I was giving her a massage and she asked me to remind her of  good times that we’ve had together.  So I just started mentioning a sentence or two of a wide variety of happy times…the first time I heard her laugh on the phone, our first kiss, the night she proposed, dune-buggy riding on the Oregon coast, our honeymoon, long walks on the beach, our Alaskan cruise, skinny dipping at Shuswap Lake…

 

After a long massage, I used the Wartenberg wheel all over her back and legs. She rolled over and I used it all over her front until she was squirming. She set the pace for our love-making and she decided the how things unfolded. There was no pillow-talk. We just took our time and really focused on ‘us’. It took a while, but she was able to have the biggest and most intense orgasm that she’s had in at least a month…maybe even longer. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to hear her have a Big O.

 

We were having a  shower after and she admitted that when I was telling her about all the good times we’ve had, she caught herself thinking about the negative as well. Like when I was talking about our honeymoon, she thought, ‘I was a lot skinnier then’. She caught herself doing it and was able to put those thoughts out of her head.

 

Neither of us is thinking, ‘oh boy, her mojo is back’, but at least she knows she can still have really good orgasms and I think that’s a very good thing.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Pinup-bondage is a dream come true and is dedicated to bondage as an artful and erotic form of restraint.

-Uncle M

 

♀ made Hot Chocolate Cupcakes for my nephew’s birthday yesterday. Guess what made them ‘hot’? Cayenne pepper and they were delicious. I know all you chocoholics will be saying, ‘well duh, chocolate goes with anything’,  but I had never thought of those two flavours working so well together. FYI, another unexpected, but really tasty combination is cracked black pepper on fresh strawberries. Yummy!

 

Why am I telling you this? Well, Uncle M’s combination of Pinup & Bondage has been kind of the same thing for me. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve always been a big fan of Pinup; beautiful girls wearing gorgeous clothes and flashes of sexy lingerie. What’s not to love, right? I know that bondage has been an occasional theme in Pinup forever, but I never noticed any artistry in the ropes. It was more along the lines of, ”Oh, Bettie is tied up in this picture. My, she’s pretty. I love those shoes…’

 

Uncle M’s artwork is prominently displayed at the Lounge and I remember looking at them when we went to our orientation and thinking they were very good. It wasn’t until I met Uncle M in person that I started to understand just how cool his work really is. He’s passionate about his art and when you talk to him, you can’t help but to get caught up in his excitement for it.

  

He has a very nice pay website with updates twice a week, but I wanted to tell you about the two books he has available, just in time for Christmas.  Pinup Bondage  Has over 145 stunning high resolution photographs, each with a caption that tell a vivid story of the beauty of bondage. None of the attractive women shown in this book model professionally and have come to Uncle M for the simple reason they are attracted to this type of bondage art.

 

Steam Punk Bondage  has many of the same models as the pinup bondage book.  Sisi, Donita, Anna, Ravenas and Miss Morta are all featured in this all steampunk, all bondage coffee table book.  Each outfit was custom designed by Suzee666especially for the photos featured in this book.  Uncle M has taken the bondage to another level in this book with the use of a custom suspension frame designed to be hidden from the camera.  No expense was spared in creating this unique and very erotic photo presentation of Steampunk bondage art.

 

Actually, now that I think about it, Uncle M manages to combine three elements in his photos (so my opening analogy doesn’t quite do it justice); beautiful girls, gorgeous clothes and the artistry of bondage.  I’m sure you know someone who would love to find one of these books under their Christmas tree this year.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

ps: Uncle M sent me some loveRly photos to add to this post, but I’m having technical issues and am unable to upload…anything right now (balderdash)

Note to self: Just because some body tries something once and says they didn’t really like it doesn’t mean they’ll never want to try it again.

 

Case in point, the Wartenberg Wheel. We bought one several months ago. I used it on ♀ once and she didn’t like it much so I never tried it again. When you consider our whole Domme/sub, Top/bottom dynamic, it makes sense that it would be something she would just use on me anyway. Another thing we only tried once was me tying her up and that didn’t work out so well either.  We do have cheap nylon straps with velcro cuffs attached to the four corners of our bed and she’s used those on me. It’s been our experience that ♀ telling me or giving me permission to Top just feels awkward and is usually not worth the effort.  But there are, apparently, exceptions…

 

As I’ve mentioned before, playing with other people puts ♀ libido into over-drive. Seriously, for days after she simply cannot get enough enough of me. I’m not complaining, but I am curious if anyone else has experienced this. Tell us all about it in the comments.

 

Anyway, if you’ve read the past three posts, you’ll know that we’ve been humping like bunnies lately. Sunday night she said she wanted something different. She didn’t want to just fuck. She wanted to connect with me. She was laying face down and naked on our bed. My plan was to stroke her with a large feather, then massage her, then make love to her…slowly and passionately.

 

I couldn’t find the damn feather and the moment was slipping away so I grabbed the WartenbergWheel and things got freaky.  I ran it all over her back and neck, down her arms and along her hands as well as her legs and feet. When the wheel was some where between her ass cheeks and inner thighs she moaned,

 

“On fuck, you’re making my twitty clitch!”

 

That could, quite possibly,  be the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.

 

She rolled over and surprised the hell out of me when she told me to tie her up…

 

 

I spent a long time rolling the wheel over every inch of her, taking special note of the unexpected places that were very sensitive… her neck, the palm of her hand, the inside of her ankle. Eventually, her entire body became so sensitive to the wheels bite that she was thrashing and twitching and moaning and growling and saying all sorts of nasty things. That’s when I started to concentrate on the really sensitive spots…the soles of her feet, her inner thighs, the sides of her breasts.

 

Her nipples were so hard they looked painful and when I rolled the wheel over them again and again. She said that it felt like I was biting them really hard. Then I decided to get serious. I turned around and straddled her tummy and I began to roll the wheel closer and closer to her sex. When I started going along her outer lips, I needed to keep all my weight on to keep her from bucking too violently. I spread her apart and started on her inner lips and she got really loud.

 

Of course you know I had to find out what would happen if I rolled it over her clit. Believe it or not she managed to lift us both off the bed. So I did it again and yeah, again. I tried it up and down along its length and then I went back again across it. Once in a while I would look back at her and she really was out of her head. I have never seen her clit so big and inviting so I started licking it right after I’d run the wheel over it. She seemed to like that.

 

Eventually, she managed a complete sentence. “I need cock, now!”

 

So I turned around, slid forward and while still straddling her, shoved my cock in her mouth. She took to that like she was born to suck cock. I was really enjoying the feel of my cock in her throat and I did consider coming like that, but there was something else I wanted to try.

 

I slid back down and entered her cunt with one good, hard thrust. I’ve gotta admit that fucking a woman who’s hands and feet are bound and who is completely out of her skull with lust was really really hot. She tried to kiss me so I grabbed the back of her braid to hold her head down.

 

OK, I need to change gears here for just a second. One of the many differences between men and women is women are able to quantify their orgasms. What I mean is a woman  can say that this orgasm was better than that one and tell you why. Generally speaking, a man’s best orgasm was his most recent one. Having said that, the orgasm I had last Sunday night was pretty fucking spectacular.

 

Once I was done, ♀ still needed to have hers. I started fucking her with a favourite glass dildo while licking her clit, but I couldn’t quite get her off. She begged me to untie her wanking hand. I suppose a proper Dom would have said no, but I truly love watching (and hearing) her come so I set her left arm free and two minutes later she was having the mother of all orgasms. Holy-freaking-doodle the entire scene was just so unbelievably hot. All that I just described took about 90 minutes and it could quite possibly be the most intense sexual experience of my life.

 

We’ve been talking about it and ♀ seems to think part of what made it so hot was that I was really the Top and she’s asked a couple of times if I thought I could do it again. I’m not really sure. Certainly from the time we started exploring ‘sissy’, I’ve thought of myself as all submissive all the time. I don’t know if I could learn to turn the ‘Dom’ on at will or not.

I think ♀ would sure like it.

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

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