Consumation

My previous intentions towards billy flew out the window last time we met. There were only two things that I wanted to do to him.....a sound spanking followed by fucking. I'm not entirely sure why I wanted to fuck him, perhaps it was a comment I read on another blog that permanent denial would be completely demoralizing and lead to a gradual loss of commitment from him, or maybe I was just cock hungry. What ever the initiating factor I waltzed into his office brimming with carnal intentions.

Interstate travel by both of us in the previous months had kept us apart leading to an imperative need to hug and touch in reconnection. Usual protocol flew out the window as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my hips hard up against him. Both fully dressed and feverishly kissing it took time to ground ourselves and put him back into submissive space.

My naked male soon knelt before me and I slid his collar around his neck (with a lovely smooth movement that I was rather proud of). He had purchased a very well fitting blindfold for my use and in no time at all his visual sense was removed. I took his hand and led him across the room to settle in comfort on the lounge. At least I was in comfort but he was across my lap with his buttocks poised for a spanking.

I am not a kind spanker of the sort that I like to submit too. My hands slap and have an inconsistent rhythm. He wriggled and squirmed as each group of slaps rained down on him. But it wasn't all discomfort, he nuzzled into my hips and as his hands weren't secured they burrowed under my bottom to seek out my pussy. I grabbed one, pulled it away and slapped it. That made me smile and want to do some more but instead his bottom got a additional slaps.

But I was needy and when his hands groped their way towards heaven again I let them giving no complaint when he drew down my panties to kiss my pussy. He gave me an orgasm before I pushed him away and stood up. A bright idea involving cuffs had occurred to me. I reached for them and quickly wrapped them around his wrists but they were not secured together. Instead he was repositioned and then each hand was taken in turn and lifted above his head to be link the cuffs to the legs of a chair.

Tweaking his nipples almost toppled the chair so I teased them with glee as he learned to keep still to be safe. More teasing was in order. I lifted the blindfold and asked if he wanted to see my pussy and then gave him a momentary glimpse before the blindfold was lowered.Did he want to fuck me? But naturally he did and I am sure he couldn't believe his luck as a condom unrolled down his cock.

The truth is that this was the very first time I had fucked a man with only my own pleasure in mind and scant regard for his feeling. Phenomenal to have a man, so perilously secured that movement is precluded, provide a cunt filling seat. This was not fucking as he would do it. Gentle movements, ripples, shimmering from my torso whilst my hands slammed down on to his chest as orgasm came closer and tension rose.

I removed myself, stood and once again lifted the blindfold. "Do you like what you have done to my cunt?" he was asked as I showed it to him. "Yes, Yes but I want to fuck you hard" his only reply. Darkness was given to him again and I paced the room regretting not bringing any tools with me. Then I strode over to his pants and stripped off the belt.

Back with billy I twisted his hips so the belt could fall on plump flesh not bone. Each side was done and then done again with a few desultory taps on his cock for amusement. I didn't think that he should have too much pleasure and I gained so much from standing astride him wielding his own belt against his flesh.

His cock was still waiting and it was mine to use again.

It felt so good. I wanted to watch his face and keep watching as he got close to orgasm but my body took precedence. Shaking and moaning I let myself go but my cunt barely moved against his cock. Tight, hot, wet it captured him and held him tight. Until I collapsed onto his chest with total abandonment. Then his hands gripped me, firmed me on top of him so that he could begin to fuck how he wanted to. Harder, faster, finish.

Separation came slowly.

Putting the rope to use

The hours spent immobile as a model at Shibari school has given me knowledge on how to tie a simple chest harness and I was keen to try it out. My sub billy was the obvious choice for a guinea pig so when he begged for a meeting between us I graciously set a time. In to my bag went a few lengths of black cotton rope, a flogger and a strap and just for fun I added some chopsticks and two hair bands.

It has been several weeks since we last met and we were both desperate to smell and touch each other. As I stood over his kneeling figure his face fitted close into my belly and the re-bonding took place. I slid my cool hands over his shoulders and relished the contrast in our temperatures. Stepping around to view him I traced a track over his body with my nails. There would be plenty of opportunity to spank him later when he was firmly bound.

First I put a blindfold on him, I wanted to delay the moment of recognition of my intention. I took the first rope and shook it out. Standing behind him I reached for his wrists and drew them back. I believe it gave him a slight shock to have his arms positioned and then feel the rope winding around. Remembering the importance of drawing the rope across the body with intent I wound it twice around him beginning the two rope takate koti. The second rope was added and I continued until he had a secure harness around him.

He looked fantastic.

Now he was vulnerable and I was at liberty to play with him. I began with the chopsticks. Laying them along his cock they were secured with the two hair bands. This made his cock a rigid structure rather like a gear stick so I took hold and moved it around. Lifting it higher I realized his balls needed decoration and looked about for some pegs. Finding them a few were placed on his scrotum and they added to my pleasure.

Billy was told to bend over and his bottom was pushed out for a spanking. At this point the harness became useful, I took a firm hold on it and billy was braced for a good long spanking. I began with my hands and made billy squawk as they stung down on his cheeks. But I was only warming them before taking the strap and applying it with gusto. I loved the sound of the thwack it made each time it landed and being fully aware of how much bite it gives gained much joy from swinging it. I didn't forget his decorated cock and balls, they got flicks from my fingers from time to time.

When the spanking stopped I was as warm as billy so he received the welcome news that he would be rewarded. He was repositioned and I took a Queenly place at his head. Following instruction his tongue was gentle on my pussy until the heat in me boiled over and he was told to move faster and harder. I ground against him and then fell back replete with bliss.

The play continued with a prostate massager. As it slid into his ass his groans of pleasure began. They are so different to any other sound he makes. As it became clear that he was close to orgasm I took away the pegs and chopsticks so my hand could slide easily over his cock and balls. Telling him I wanted so see how far he would spurt I told him to cum. His body tensed and then shook as the white stuff flowed.

Removing the rope slowly gave him time to recover. Until at last he was free with just the imprint of the rope remaining on his arms.

Tied up I - Yokozuri

Ever since I saw my first photo of a woman in bondage suspended from a ceiling it has been a strong craving of mine. So when I overheard a Domina talking about the wonders of a workshop taken by Osada Steve I drew closer to listen. Then, and when ever after we met, I offered myself as a practice model. One time she took me seriously and gave me a date and time to join her at Shibari school.

Subsequently it came to pass that my desire was met. The Domina placed me into a Yokozuri, a sideways suspension. What a surprise it held for me. For the first time in my life I have felt my own weight as it pressed hard against suspending ropes. My head felt heavy and I struggled to support it.

She gently moved me and it felt as though I was cradled. Peace suffused me and only the difficulties of the position kept me from sleeping.

We both enjoyed the moment and then I was carefully released, school moved on to another binding.

Prussian pink

The Prussian was the first man I encountered who gained lots of pleasure from nipple torture...on himself. He had nipples which I have since come to recognize as signifying this desire. They were prominent but thin like a skin tag. Nothing like a woman's nipples. When I asked if he regularly clamped or pegged them he admitted that he did.

Clearly I was there to add to his pleasure by taking the control. As I added the pegs one by one to his nipples and the chest around them his eyes took on that special look that comes as a sub surrenders to the pain and sinks into it. I marveled at it, so different to my own experience with pegs.

Remembering how it had felt lying on the pegs I told him to get on the bed and lay face down. I pressed my hands on his back and then slid them down to his buttocks. I was tentative about spanking him but the urge was irresistible. Gradually I increased the force until it was my hand that needed the break. I looked at the ruler and reached for it.

Just as he had done I used the ruler on his thighs making them sting and creating little square red patches. It was more effective on the firm muscles of his thighs than on the softer, squishy butt cheeks. From time to time I would reach up and rub his back and I couldn't help chuckling as I thought of all those pegs.

It was a very simple scene. There was no sexual element although perhaps he masturbated once I left. There though I began the transformation from submissive to switch. Seeing within myself a woman who could glory in the writhing of an enthralled male.

Pegs and how the dark side was revealed in me

Clothes pegs are my BDSM curse. I don't like them. As a Domme I struggle to attach them, grabbing vainly at nipples and ball sacks. It's my nails that cause the problem. They are too long and blunt to manipulate the skin accurately. I certainly understand why some dominant women have long nails on one hand and short on the other but I am too vain to change the situation for myself.

Those few times a dominant male has applied them to my flesh have revealed a pitiful creature desperately calling out for them to be removed and the gentlemen amongst them have quickly consented.

But one who was a switch, and perhaps not a gentleman, did not.

He lured me with talk of shoes. We discussed styles and heel height and how much he enjoyed them. A sucker for shoes and proud of my collection I soon agreed to meet him. Then he introduced a twist alerting me to his taste for pain play. "Let me play with you for an hour and then we can swap" he wrote. I pointed out that I had never been in the dominant position and didn't have any desire to inflict pain. "I can help you with that, give you some direction". With Prussian precision he argued me into yielding.

Pegs, chain and a ruler, they sit innocuously in a suitcase waiting for use. A vibrator too, small and plain and easily overlooked. I learned about each as he brought them into play.

Once the niceties were disposed of, polite conversation, drinks and nibbles, he was quick to begin the torture. Off came my top and bra and on went the first pegs. How hard can a peg on each nipple be? They weren't coming off. Telling me I was made of sterner stuff and more than capable of bearing the pain he bent me over a footstool and lifted my skirt.

The ruler was a surprise. It flashed onto the top of my thigh and bit. It's a nasty little implement. Lots of small bites of pain placed randomly. It does no real harm but like a paper cut it irritates and annoys. I can't wriggle from the ruler as I have to minimize the pressure on the pegs, all the time they are burning into my nipples.

"I might stop if you ask nicely" I am told. So I ask nicely and beg for the pegs to be removed. Excellent, he tells me to sit up and pulls them off. That transient return of intense sensation only indicates relief to me.

The nipples rings please him and they featured in his next stage of play. A short length of chain, enough to link them tightly is attached with the remainder swinging onto my belly. He pulls and I follow until I am standing and breathing hard again. In his hand the vibrator is activated and applied to the chain between my nipples. I almost collapse as the vibration travels deep into my breasts and sensation flourishes. This is a feeling I will want to revisit.

Unlike the next which achieved his aim of activating my sadistic side.

He pulled me by the chain into the walk-in closet until I was positioned under a rail. Unclipping one end of the chain he passed it over the rail and back into position on the nipple. Standing on my toes was the only way to reduce the tension. My hands were placed behind my back "keep them there" he said and walked back into the room. So I teetered on the ultra high heels and worried about his return, I was right to.

A handful of pegs.

The pleading began before he had even placed one.

To no avail.

"Part your legs"

He had to be stern before I complied.

One by one pegs were attached to my labia. I believe there were tears. They bit and burned and in me a red mist grew. He wasn't heeding my cries for relief and as I looked at his impassive face there was the genesis of an urge to see features of pain reflected back to me.


It was time to switch.

Taking the cane

I have always felt the pull of the cane. Perhaps it was initiated by those naughty school girls in the books I voraciously read. For I certainly felt annoyance at primary school that only the bad boys got called into the headteachers room for six of the best. I was left to imagine how it felt when that slender length of cane collided with tender flesh to leave a livid mark.

I bought my first cane a year ago, pink lexan which is heavy in my hand. Then more recently I bought a traditional school teachers cane. I have plied both against the bottom of marty who valiantly tolerated the strokes of a novice. Neither gave me much pleasure. I found the solid nature of the stroke falling heavy on the buttocks curbed my enthusiasm. Feeling sure that I was missing something in my application of the cane I decided it was important for me to submit to it with a mentor.

I reached out to one whom I admired and made a tentative inquiry. Then in time we met with thoughts of dominance and submission in both our minds.

It began gently in a quiet room. As the door closed behind us he took control. His hand on the nape of my neck sent me down into a submissive space, he tested my response to him and then sat to put me across his knee. My skirt was lifted and the first few spanks fell on my panty clad bottom. I relaxed as they fell with a rhythm and balance that was mesmerizing.

The pantys were removed with some wriggling and a degree of discomposure. The spanking resumed with his smooth hands bringing increasing heat to my bare bottom. He continued until we were both hot and my place under his hand established.

Maybe he had concerns that I would attempt to evade his carefully positioned strokes of the cane for he took my hands and secured them with steel. I was positioned just how he liked, trembling pink flesh waiting for further assault.

He teased me with my favourite spanking tool, slowly drawing the belt from his waist before applying it to my bottom. Clearly he used it to make my bottom redder and hotter but it began the slow burn of arousal in my pussy. I was happy, feeling my clit grow as each blow from the belt made my nerves hyper-stimulate.

The belt was replaced, those few minutes as it was threaded back through the loops gave me space to focus back on the cane. It was time.

It landed with a thud, as solid from my receiving end as it had felt when I wielded it. Six, twelve, eighteen. I wasn't counting but he liked to spell them in neat packages. You would not believe it but my clit grew harder and a wet patch began to spread down my legs. The sustained caning drew blue words from me until at last I pleaded for a break, not an end. He felt the heat of my bottom and the wetness flowing and then whispered kind words in my ear.

The caning that followed was in blocks of six. At the start of each I felt certain I could breathe through the pain but when the fifth and six fell I was desperate for salvation. Each break got longer as the sting refused to diffuse and until it did I could not regain my equanimity.

I was mortified by the degree of arousal I was revealing, the caning had not caused any diminution. Instead I was orgasmic as each stoke of the cane pressed my clit hard against the bed taking me to a place of conflict - choosing pain to achieve pleasure.

The caning ceased. As he whispered his pleasure in my ears I turned and kissed him. I was truly thankful for his strict discipline and overwhelmed with joy.

Tip toes on top

I recently bought a pair of high heel boots which are proving to be very popular. They are black knee high boots with a lacing detail up the front. They give me enjoyment for two reasons...they were on sale at a very low price and they are very easy to wear permitting hours of use. It was this feature that led me to wear them to the the last club night.

I arrived and feeling a little antisocial chose to sit in an unoccupied room. It was not long before I was joined by a jovial man seeking understanding for my isolation. Conversation flowed and eventually he disclosed how attracted he was to my boots. He offered a deal - to polish my boots if I would trample upon him. I was delighted and agreed to find him later in the night so that we might indulge ourselves.

Time lapsed and the people around me fluctuated until I felt it was time to seek him out. In a small antechamber I found him and his eyes lit up. In truth he probably would have polished my boots without needing to be trampled but it was my desire to do it. I lusted to be in the position of standing over a man and teasing him with my boots.

We crossed the room to a mattress he laid upon beneath a structure that could support me. I reached up and grabbed hold and then stepped on to his belly. I looked down on him, two bright eyes and a brilliant smile shone from both our faces. "How do this go?" I asked him "just walk on me" his less than useful reply. I took steps up his torso and then down to his own feet. Up his body I went again and began to move with the pulsating music flowing around us. Perhaps it is not wise to ask a dancer to trample upon you.

Knowing how much he desired my boots I let my foot fall on his mouth and as he kissed the leather I slid it around his face. I could have stroked his cheeks with my boots endlessly. But the music continued to thrill me and my feet began to dance back up his body. It was a shame that it was not a lap dancing club, I wanted to grind down upon him and thrust my pussy in to his face. Instead my heels did the grinding into plump flesh until the heat in me became too great and I jumped away from him to claim his boot blacking expertise.

Introducing aldo

I appear to have gained another submissive man keen to suffer under my hands.

As his hands slid over my body, shining my latex dress in the dim light of the fetish club and tantalizing him, he pleaded for another opportunity to play with me. When I deferred he suggested we meet at a local dungeon and as I was keen to try the facilities I agreed.

May I say that playing in a dungeon is an excellent way to pass a cold, wet windy afternoon.

We entered a dark cell that was heated like a sauna. That was going to be fun for the sub (I think I will call him Aldo) as he had dressed in his rubber gear. I had not choosing to wear a short leather skirt and t-shirt instead. My boots were classic Domme boots, high black leather and laced up the front. They pushed his buttons as his eyes would constantly swivel to look at them.

The room had a wall from which all the implements were suspended, crops, floggers, canes, restraints, chains, a rather enticing spiked cock cage and plenty of other things to draw my attention. Centered in the room was a padded table that could be used for restraint and indeed it was but first it was used for seating.

We sat side by side to establish boundaries. With my feet swinging to and fro it was hard for aldo to concentrate and he rapidly reached a state of arousal that was to remain unrequited.

I jumped down from the table and strolled over to the wall. The wrist restraints had caught my eye. I lifted them from the hooks and took them back to aldo. He didn't need to be told to hold out his hands. The cuffs were quickly wrapped around and buckled. I lifted each arm in turn and fixed him to a bar that swung above his head.

I had been impressed by the feel of his icy cold hands through my latex dress and wanted to return the favor. Now he was captive I left him in place and stepped away to cool a washcloth under the cold tap.

The washcloth was draped across his shoulders and he shivered. His flinching followed the movement of the cloth as it traced over the rubber. Slowly I innervated his entire body. Even though he shivered and shook I could see the sparkle in his eyes and hear the low moans of pleasure.

It was time for me to stop and step aside for a few moments. I let the feelings in aldo work their magic whilst considering my next move.

Aldo's rubber pants had cut outs for his butt cheeks. I could see them squashed under his weight as he sat and they clearly asked for a spanking. Why else would anyone wear such an article of clothing?

His wrists were let down and I instructed him to hop off the table and bend over it for a spanking. It was the perfect height for a man, positioning him nicely before me. I began to warm his cheeks with gentle smacks spreading over them. I stopped and ran my hands up and down the rubber on his legs then began the spanking again with a slightly harder pressure.

The next time I stopped I bent around him to pull away the rubber and check on the state of his cock, the only time he got to feel my fingers on him. Precum was oozing and sticking his cock to the rubber.

Back behind him the spanking continued with much greater force. I discovered the pleasure of landing my hand on rubber. I've no idea what it felt like for him but it was sensational for me and so I tended to cover the rubber rather than his bare flesh.

I stopped again and walked around the table. I could see it had rings along its length and that suggested a change in position for aldo. I told him to lay along the table and once he was where I wanted him his wrists were fixed into position.

Now I was at leisure to really view the tools strung from the wall. The canes were very appealing, only short they would have been perfect for me to swing against him but not this time. I picked first what I think was a quirt, a short leather thing that I wanted to test. It fell well onto his bottom and I controlled each stroke for six of the best on each cheek. I swapped to another leather thing but it felt all wrong when I brought it down onto his flesh and I stopped after only a few strokes. I had to look very closely to find the crop, knowing that there had to be one I persevered until it was found and then set upon aldo. This made him complain so was entirely satisfactory.


I could see that our time was running out and after the indulgence of his body I needed to get closer. I pushed a step against the table legs and using it climbed up to lie along the length of aldo's body. The walls had mirrors on them and as I relaxed I was aware that aldo was viewing me as well as feeling me. So once more I moved my feet to taunt him in his prostate state until the call came to tell us time was up.


I do believe this was my first doming session which didn't involve genital play. Aldo would have had to wait a significant time to replay the afternoon in his mind and find release. While I was filled with contentment.

condom shopping

My sub billy has never had any need to question how the size of his cock compares with other men's. He has been endowed with a porn star sized cock. Over time other men have admired his equipment and offered their wives to him for him to pleasure. So I snickered with amusement when I sent him off on another shopping spree recently.

In stocking the box of goodies I required for playtime he had purchased large condoms to fit himself. They are quite unsuitable for covering the butt plugs that he has and I finally ran out of patience with them.

"I want you to go out and buy condoms for a tiny dick" I told him.

He excelled himself. The next time we met there were four different boxes of condoms waiting. It seems it was a harder endeavor than I had imagined. The first box he bought was labeled closer fit but when he got home he discovered that they were designed for an average dick. So he spent time on the internet exploring the range of condoms available to buy.

Back he went to the store and bought three boxes of smaller condoms from different manufacturers. Amazingly one box had giant writing saying King Size with tiny writing under indicating they were for small cocks.

Now for an interesting fact......in my part of the world large condoms generally have blue packaging. Small condoms always have red packaging and the average condoms are packaged in cream, white and gold. Is the same protocol used elsewhere in the world?

Bringing a shine to my latex dress

Once a month I attend a fetish club to enjoy the company of others with a similar passion. It is an opportunity for me to dress up in my finest clothes and strut like a peacock. Needless to say I draw the eyes of submissive men and find them keen to sit at my feet. There they hunger for an opportunity to serve and the possibility of a reward to make them swoon.

There are obvious ways in which they can be useful, buying drinks, guarding a handbag, polishing boots or massaging feet made sore by towering stilettos. In future I might test one by presenting my corseted back to improve the tension in the laces. A very lucky man might get used as a cushion for me to sit on (or is that a reward?!!).

Last month I decided it was time that my latex was polished and buffed. Into my handbag went a bottle of polish and a pair of laddered stockings to use for buffing. I zippered myself into the tightly encasing latex dress, pulled on the opera gloves, laced the boots and set out.

I rather like being a dominant woman in a fetish club. Whilst the breasts and thighs of submissive women are revealed for all to enjoy mine are merely hinted at. Milky white cleavage compressed by the latex is as tantalizing as the smooth fall of my buttocks reflecting light when they ripple with movement.

The latex dress works its magic, a request is made to touch it and my attendant is revealed to me. His hand is continuously drawn to the dress and his cold fingers conduct through the latex like ice against my flesh.

This is a man who can be put to work. I lead him to a suitable space and take the polishing kit out of my bag. As I prop myself against a bar he begins to spread polish around my shoulders and down my back. A luxurious feeling pervades my body. He is tender and solicitous as he coats the back of the dress and then begins to buff it. I tell him I want a good shine and make him work a little harder.

He lowered himself to his knees when he began to polish the front of the dress and suggested I place my hands on his shoulders for balance. This was clearly more for his benefit as it brought my cleavage into position directly opposite his eyes. An early reward for his efforts.

I turned away from him when he rose to polish the bodice. His hand reached around my body and began to slide over my breast. The cooling sensation of the polish peaked my nipple and as I squirmed against him he continued to tease it. He began to polish the other side and as that nipple reacted I pulled his other hand away from my body. Sensation in one nipple was enough.

He was reluctant to cease polishing and begin buffing and needed firm prompting. I faced him and watched as his hands swept across my body. Intense delight shone from his eyes and a smile kept tickling his lips. With a little forethought and preparation I had dealt him an evening of exquisite pleasure whilst meeting my need for a latex dress with a high shine.

lacey red panties for marty

On the second visit of Marty to my parlour for teasing and tormenting I chose to follow a similar format to the first time. This time he needed no prompting to strip and crawl into the room and kneel before me. I took my time circling him, pinching his rolls of skin and slapping his bottom. I casually leaned against his body and contemplated the pegs and ropes and the pair of bright red panties.

Marty is well behaved, his hands stay by his sides and he does not need to have them bound like billy does. Still I have very little opportunity to use the rope and build up knowledge of knots so I pulled his wrists behind him and encased them in a black shackle. The red panties went on his head. They were an inefficient blindfold but his eyes were hidden from me giving me the illusion that my movements were unobserved.

Marty carries extra weight, this makes it much easier for me to attach pegs. I struggle to attach pegs to the lean physique of billy, finding it very frustrating. With marty there is no problem and so he suffers as once again a dozen pegs are attached to his scrotum. I can run my fingers across their tops, flick each one in turn, even let the small suede flogger tickle them. His erection just strains harder and cum dribbles out.

I can't have that. In my bathroom cabinet I find a gauze bandage and bring it back to the parlour. With a degree of glee I wrap it around his cock to completely encase it and finish with a big bow. It looks very cute.

My hands are itching to give him a spanking and with no worries about being overheard I can give myself full rein. The pegs are removed one by one in an alternating pattern, the sounds he makes are reassuring and make me smile. He is told to follow me and led into the bedroom.

His wrist are untied and I tell him to position himself on the bed with his arse high in the air. It begs to be spanked and six fast slaps resound in the room. I give him some more until the cheeks are rosy and then step aside to pick up the hairbrush. I have some qualms about using it knowing how it marks but marty needs to be beaten and it is most suitable to replace my hand. I lay them on him in groups of six. It is not long before he is showing signs of difficulty, I put aside the hairbrush to pick up the belt. It is far more enjoyable for both of us.

All that spanking makes me very hot.

I bring my pussy close to his face knowing that he will enjoy watching me as my fingers slide against my clit until I come.

We both remained on the bed as my pulse returned to a slower rate and I was ready to continue. He was ordered back into the parlour and onto his knees. I stood and viewed him. His cock wrapped in the bandage still stood stiffly out and his head was comical with the red panty covering.

I unwound the bandage and softly stroked his cock, it bucked in my hand eager for release. Taking the red panties from his head I handed them to him. "Wank yourself with these, make sure they are filled with cum".

He took great delight in complying, the evidence is below.

80 years old and spanking fit

Spanking bottoms gives me a lot of pleasure but occasionally I like to be the recipient. I get antsy and look around for a willing spanker. A few days ago I had a very pleasant interlude with a kinky gentleman. He was a little coy about his age when he responded to my advert, letting me know that he was retired and asking if I would be happy to play with an older man. With an image of the older men that I dance with in my mind I had no hesitation in arranging to meet him

On the afternoon of our tryst I was introduced to an elderly devil with mischievous eyes who was now happy to tell me that he was 80years old. We sat for a while talking about our different kinks, each of us delighting in the revelations. Then he slapped my bottom, one firm swipe. "Do you like that?" "Oh Yes I do!" "Would you like me to spank you?" "Yes please"

He told me to strip and sat watching each item of clothing being shed from my body. Those bad, bad eyes considered me from my toes to my nipples.

If you have ever wondered whether life will hold good surprises for you once you reach your eightieth year let me tell you it may.

His face lit up with pleasure as the nipple rings were revealed and his fingers reached out to touch "I have always wanted to see these". He began to pull on them "will I hurt you if I do this?" "No" ( I didn't tell him he might give me an orgasm).

"Time for your spanking" I laid across him presenting my bottom to his right hand. He was an expert. With a firm fall and beautiful rhythm he spread a warm red glow across my cheeks. I wriggled and squirmed, murmured in my blissful state.

He stopped and a shaking finger probed the wetness around my pussy. "Do you want to come?" "Yes please" and I shimmied against his finger. He rubbed and pressed on my clit until he felt me tremble.

"You need another spanking"

Once more I presented my bottom to this 80 year old dominant for him to spank me, bringing further exquisite pleasure to us both.

This time when he finished his fingers slid into my cunt. "Do you have a g-spot?" "Yes" "Good lets make it come". Relentlessly his fingers swept across it drawing me closer and closer to orgasm until it happened. But he didn't stop, with laughter he continued fingering me until I was brought to screaming wetness again.

We laid down together with matching smiles but the devilish twinkle remained in his eyes. He grabbed the nipple rings again"If I do this will you orgasm?" "Yes" Now I knew for certain that he had a long kinky past well worth discovering. He completed the trifecta, pulling harder and harder on the rings as he grew more confident with their use. He watched as my breathing changed with approaching orgasm until I curled up in ecstasy.


Did he get to orgasm? Yes, my hand curled around his dick and he surprised me into laughter when it spurted into my palm. 80 years old and still spanking fit.

Christening my car

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of purchasing a new car. A small, sporty city run around. Being a tiny car I never gave thought to it being used for a sexual purpose. So I was rather surprised last night when sexual need flourished and I agreed to it's release.

At the close of a highly sexually charged evening I offered to drop a man back at his hotel, everyone present agreeing that no taxi would agree to a fare traveling the short distance he had to go. I led the way to my car and we began the short journey.

It was quite natural to discuss the events of the evening, he had come from interstate just to attend the party and had enjoyed all he had seen. That conversation led to the unexpected question he put to me as I pulled up in the hotel car park. "Would you let me have a wank in your car?"

"No it's new and you would make a mess"

"I promise I won't, I don't come anymore since I had surgery on my prostate"

He piqued my interest. "Let me pull into a darker parking spot"

I pulled up and switched off the car. " You can't touch me I am all touched out" I told him.

He released the seat and laid back, his pants unzipped and his cock in his right hand. "Keep talking about sex it makes me hard"

So I talked about big cocks and small cocks and the different orgasms they give me.

"Can you pull your dress up, let me see your thighs" So I sat in my car with my dress rucked up and my thighs visible above the lacy thigh highs I was wearing. "I wish I could touch your pussy" But he couldn't.

"Please hold my balls"

I thought about it momentarily and then reached over. He had a nice compact pair that fitted well in my palm. "Squeeze them hard" and he demonstrated what he meant on my forearm. He had found the right woman, my iron fist clenched around them. Bliss ricocheted through his body.


No mess - isn't that wonderful.

Countdown to misery

I let several weeks pass before using the countdown to bring tears and pleading from billy. The session began in it's usual fashion with billy on his knees for me to inspect. This is always a wonderful opportunity for reconnection. I circle him while my hands slide over his body, he receives a few slaps on his buttocks, possibly his balls are cupped and pulled, inevitably his nose nuzzles in between my legs at any opportunity. If I am slow to secure his hands then they will slide up my legs but that then leads to stronger discipline. Each time we meet I have a different spanking tool secreted in my handbag.

On this occasion I had two pieces of leather in my bag. One was soft and narrow, about one inch in diameter and a yard long. The other was a belt. I took the narrow strip of leather and began to flip it against his cock and balls, this was just teasing but it made his cock jerk madly and precum began to ooze. Yes Billy always has a massive erection for me to play with. On this day his cock was going to be leather encased. The strip was wound around his cock and balls and lightly tied, only the glans was left uncovered.

I instructed billy to bend over with his arse in the air. The spanking began with a brisk rhythm from my hands. It was followed with the belt. I love the sound of the belt landing on his butt and take much pleasure from watching the pattern of strokes gradually spread across both cheeks. Although I put the belt down I returned to it intermittently to add heat to his bottom whenever it cooled.

Knowing what I had planned for billy made me take more time and care on the prostate massage. Repeatedly I slid my fingers into his well lubricated hole and caressed that tender piece of flesh. From time to time I touched the glans sliding around and around until billy's squirming alerted me to how close he was to orgasm. Then I returned to the prostate or picked up the belt.


Eventually I reached the point where I wanted to end the play. Billy returned to a kneeling position and I unwound the leather from his cock and balls to release them. Billy was told that I wanted to watch him wank but that he would have a countdown, he wasn't to touch his cock until I began the count. His hands were released and I sat down in front of him. The count was going to be up to seventeen. I was gleeful as I began to count and he began to rub his cock. The numbers got closer to finishing and his face began to show distress. Seventeen was reached. I slapped his hands away, he tried to replace them and I got stern. He pleaded, said he was so close. It was a pitiful display but I laughed and sent him to have a cold shower.


The feeling was indescribable. Such a sense of power, an adrenalin rush that had me grinning and wriggling and needing an orgasm myself almost as much as he needed one. Two individuals one ecstatic and the other devastated, both ready to be sated but neither to be granted the opportunity.

more shopping for billy

Once when I was shopping for lingerie I had a long discussion with the shop proprietor about the purchasing habits of her male customers. She told me that the majority of men like to buy black lingerie but if they fail to show any interest in black then she knows that they need to be taken across the room to her white stock. Ever since it has been one of the questions that I ask men. Often they look at me quizzically as it is the first time they have been asked, so I become more specific and ask them what they like the models in pornography to wear. Then they look thoughtful before giving an answer.

So it was quite natural for me to want to know billy's preference. However I thought it would be more fun to send him shopping. I told him the size to buy and then made it quite clear that he had to select a pair of panties that would turn him on.

As always he got straight on to the task and was soon able to report back that he had made a purchase. We arranged another meeting for me to see them.

Well I had a surprise waiting for me. Billy had chosen the prettiest pair of panties in apricot, with a lace panel at the front and net at the rear. I held them up to view and it was clear from billy's expression that he wanted to see me wearing them. I had a brilliant idea that would double billy's pleasure.

I slowly drew my panties down my legs and placed them on the table. Then equally slowly I drew the new panties up and gave him the merest glimpse of them covering my tush. They fitted very well and felt sleek against my skin. I ran my hands over my bottom and enjoyed the tight feeling of flesh encased.

Billy was twitching with anticipation and his eyes shone. It was time to bring him closer to earth. I took my panties from the table and told him to open his mouth, as he complied they became a gag. Then he was put across my lap and the hairbrush was put into action. The hairbrush is an evil tool and the pantie gag was necessary. I took my time and let the juices from my arousal seep into the new panties.

The spanking over I removed the pantie gag and laid the wet panties back on the table. "I will leave these here for you to wash and return to me" I told him. That was clearly an honour for him.

We continued with the prostate massage and later he got a release that left him prostrate on the floor. Our time together was over. I pulled the new panties down and stepped out of them. "You had better wash these ones too" I told him. And then I left the building pantie-less.


PS - no prizes for guessing that the new panties were sniffed religiously for days before he finally washed them.

reflections from the dungeon

Recently I had the opportunity to inspect the rooms of a dungeon that are available to hire. It was interesting to see the rooms kitted out in such a cliched manner. Black walls, spanking benches, racks of whips and paddles, buckets of canes, ropes of various lengths and drawers filled with all those smaller items of torture.

Billy has expressed a desire to be disciplined in one of these venues. He craves the freedom to scream and yell without incurring the interest of the people who work around him and I am happy to give him what he desires, a thorough flogging. So I picked up each of one of the floggers, crops, paddles and whips to feel them in my hand and swipe them through the air. I found them uninspiring, workhorses for mass use.

It was then that I truly appreciated the care I have taken in selecting my own tools. Each fits in to my hand and invites use. The deerskin flogger is heavy and curves with a graceful arc to land on his back with a thoroughly satisfying thwack. I have a couples of canes made with different materials which I still have to master, a crop which amuses me (although not as much as the belt) and sundry smaller spanking instruments like the loathed hairbrush. With the addition of a paddle and whip my arsenal will be competent to meet billy's request without resorting to the use of the dungeons selection.

I returned home in a thoughtful mood. Until this point dungeons had held a romantic place in my fetish heart. The idea of a wall of tools and equipment for restraint was food for imagination. Now I can see that there is something unreal about them. It is so much more enjoyable to contemplate the vision of marty kneeling on my carpet or billy across my lap as I sit on the lounge. Something so much more subversive about the dildos nesting amongst lace and leather gloves in a box or the flogger strung from a hanger with my favorite dress.

The visit to the dungeon has revealed where there are gaps in my tool box and I will gradually add those items as I want to use them. But the greatest value of the visit was to open my eyes to the joy of dominance in the home.

Countdown to cum

The weekly attempts to milk billy's prostate continued with amusement for me and extended pleasure for him. I sent him to my favorite fetish store to buy a butt plug so that he could begin to loosen up his tight little anal sphincter for me. He complied very quickly with my instruction and then began to insert the plug each morning for a set time.


To no one's surprise, I am sure, he reported back that he got an erection every time and dribbled precum that made his undies wet. I trust that he was truthful when telling me that he refrained from touching himself or cumming.


I hadn't given him the benefit of advice on selecting a butt plug preferring to see what he would select. He chose a small black rubber plug that he very soon discovered would not remain tightly inserted in his butt but would slip out at the first opportunity. So he returned to the store and purchased an inflatable plug that he could pump up to fit snugly. I was impressed by his perseverance.


He laid both of them out for me to inspect on the next assignation. I could see that the small rubber plug would be useful for me to use to open him up a little so my fingers could slide into his ass with greater ease. He had to wait for that though as I wanted to put him across my knee.


Billy is a tall man and it must look rather ridiculous when he stretches across my petite lap. He wriggles and squirms most appallingly and I know it is so that his cock can rub against my thighs. So he receives a severe spanking and quite a lot of verbal admonishment. But I enjoy the sight of his bottom waving around so spanking cross the lap continues when really such a bad boy could be punished more effectively in a different position.


When his bottom is nicely pink and my hand tingles with the effort expended it is time to move on to the prostate massage. He kneels on all fours and presents his ass for my attention. I make sure he is aware of the gloves sliding onto my hands and that he hears the sound of the lubricant squirting out of the tube. My fingers begin to circle his tight pink hole and slip slop the lubricant into place. A condom is put on the plug and I begin to gently massage his ass with it. His cock gets to feel a gloved hand teasing the glans and it jerks about releasing precum.


Billy begs to taste my pussy but this week he is in for disappointment. I tease him by stopping the massage and wiggling my butt in his face, he is quite pitiful in the moaning he makes. I return to his ass and let my fingers do some work.I am becoming smoother in my stroking action and it is clear that billy gets a lot of stimulation. Still I cannot generate the emission of semen that we are seeking.

I decide that this time I will do a count down to his orgasm. It is not my intention to make him fail on this occasion but use it as a fact finding mission to know the number I can select that will lead to failure. He is told to kneel up and when I have his eyes linked to mine tell him he can cum if it is done by the time I have counted to thirty. I begin to count and looking eye to eye he begins to wank. One......to ......twenty eight, semen goes everywhere and he is limp with bliss.


I wonder if he is aware of my evil intentions for the future.

pampered feet

I was browsing the JT's Stockroom catalogue and came across a pair of plastic feet to satisfy the needs of men who salivate at the sight of toes and heels. They remind me of those dolls marketed to little girls which can have their hair and make-up done repeatedly, I wonder if the replica feet can receive pedicures.


These feet want a willing and needy male to take care of them, to nurture them on a regular basis. It would be a leisurely process requiring bathing, moisturising and massaging until they are smooth and scented. I know that he will need to kiss my feet and suck my toes but experience has taught me that he will require instruction in sensitivity and erotic touch. I will not tolerate tickles that cause my reflexes to jerk.

Adding the color needs care and a delicate brush stroke. Each layer - base - color- topcoat to be placed without error. And then they need to dry.....for an hour. Which gives additional opportunity for service.


Sincere applications would be considered.

Nose job

Billy and I continued to meet and pursue the prostate milking. Each time the procedure was followed in a similar pattern as suggested by Lady Lubyanka but it never came to a successful conclusion. Mostly because I got bored with sticking my fingers in his ass to stroke him. So each time the ending varied.

Like any needy male Billy begs for the luxury of tasting my pussy and when he is denied lowers his demand to just being able to smell my beautiful female scent. His desperation to come close to my cunt is comical and I enjoy seeing him prostrating himself before me. It doesn't come as any surprise then to know that my pussy is always dripping when I am tormenting him.

Needing a good orgasm on one occasion I acceded to his need to smell my cunt telling him that he could use his nose to masturbate me. His hands were securely bound behind him and my hands controlled his head. He was not permitted to use his tongue only to circle my clit with his nose. It is a great little tool, the pressure it gives is exactly right and its shape perfect.

Stroking and circling my clit he soon had me gasping and gripping his head harder. Then I was pressing on to him and grinding hard to gain the satisfaction I wanted.

Pushing him away I relaxed back on the chair with my legs spread

"what a lucky boy you are, your face is covered with my pussy smell and it is exactly what you begged for"

Ruined Orgasm - 1

I have continued to enjoy increasing pleasure teasing my sub male billy. As we both wanted to achieve success with prostate milking that was the primary focus of our second meeting.

I took the trouble to read again the best resource on the subject that I found on the internet at labylubyanka.wordpress.com. Lady Lubyanka has put together a substantial amount of information for anyone considering this process with their compliant male subject.

In an anatomy text I came across one little detail that confirmed for me that I had probably not located his prostate on the first attempt at milking - the prostate is located 7 cm's inside the anus. I took a ruler and measured my fingers........none are that long. I didn't despair but understood that I would have to insert all my fingers to be able to stroke that sensitive area of tissue. Billy and I would have to begin working towards a fisting.

It felt wonderful to be standing over billy, him naked and me fully clothed. It might be a cliche but I stood hands on hips towering over him as he told me of his constant state of arousal but complete lack of ejaculation or orgasm since our first meeting. I found a reason to bend over him and swat his ass. I loved passing my breast across his cheek which he attempted to nuzzle and caused further reason for a spanking. Billy knows that my breasts are completely out of bounds to him.

He could not control his hands and reached to stroke up my legs so his wrists were rapidly bound. I almost made him cry when I lifted my skirt to show him what he was missing out on.

I put him into position and began the process. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. It was hard work, his sphincter resisted so firmly. I stopped when I was no longer enjoying myself as it is my prerogative to do.


What is a girl to do with an erect cock on a submissive male?


A ruined orgasm.


It was going to be so much fun.


He rolled onto his back giving me a great look at his dick. With a slow motion I drizzled more lubricant down his shaft and onto his balls. Billy was going to benefit from my sweet hands repeatedly leading him close to orgasm.

It is a recent revelation to me the changes that take place in a man's muscle tension as orgasm comes closer. With care to watch his body and breathing I worked closer and closer to the time when I would permit him release.

What a rude shock it was to him when my hands whipped away at the first jerks of his cock and I was the only one laughing as cum spurted over his belly.

His face was a picture. Total shock at the way he was feeling that persisted all through clean up and then coffee.

A ruined orgasm is everything it purports to be.

My first attempt at prostate milking

My first opportunity to slide my fingers into the arse of a man for the purpose of stimulating an emission from his prostate took place very early in the morning one day last year. I joined the crowds of people traveling in to the city to begin work. My needy submissive male, I'll call him billy, wanted his prostate milked in his office before the days work began.

Knowing that to all the other occupants of the office building I would be a professional attending a breakfast meeting made the choice of clothes much easier. A smart wool skirt that curves suggestively across my bottom and a formal shirt. As I didn't feel any need to wear lingerie that made concessions to male taste my stockings were black opaque and the panties fully covered my tush. Master wanted me to wear a black leather jacket but the weather was awful and so that assertive look was replaced with a classic coat.

Billy had been given instructions on the purchases he had to make, the cleansing that had to be done to his genitalia and how he should greet me when I arrived. I was certain that he would follow them and in that I was not disappointed. I entered a warm office that was surprisingly large. Space had been cleared so that billy could spread a rug on the floor which he had topped with a towel. Hesitantly he indicated the box containing all the accoutrements and then began to take the items out one by one and show me before laying them out on his desk. I was pleased to see how much care he had taken.

We were ready to begin, I washed my hands and he stripped hurriedly to be on his knees on my return. It was time for him to request the milking. I didn't feel he had expressed enough sincerity and demanded he try again. Then he showed more feeling. He revealed that he had been incapable of maintaining sexual abstinence and that earned him his first spanking. I watched as my hand prints turned his buttocks red.

I had billy position himself on all fours with his arse high in the air. It felt good to run my hands over his back and then add a few more quick slaps. As I pulled on the gloves I told him what I wanted, told him that his hands must never go near his cock and told him to please me. Even though he had ensured his cleanliness I took a baby wipe and slowly slid it around and down his cock. Then with a fresh one his balls were swiped. His arsehole felt the last one I pulled out.

Did I tell you his cock was fully erect? A little oversight, it stood to attention desperately straining for the touch of fingers.

My fingers were lubed. I began with my index finger. Sliding it slowly but firmly in that puckered hole. Gently I circled my finger, then withdrew it to send my middle finger in its place. As my right hand was fully occupied with billy's arse it was my left that teased his cock. I stroked until he began to buck and jerk when I took my hand away and told him to relax and breathe through the need to orgasm. He suffered and I watched as pre-cum drained from his cock.

I began again to tease his cock and continue the gentle stroking in his arse. He reached out to touch me and his hand wandered up my thigh. I allowed him to feel my stocking tops and then pushed his hand away and spanked him a few times. Once more he came close to orgasm and we stopped as more pre-cum dripped to the floor.

I took off those gloves and carefully replaced them. With a handy piece of rope I tied up his balls which it was clear he really wanted. Then I lubed up again to slide two fingers into his arse and resume the milking activity. This time when his hand wandered up my leg I let him stroke his fingers against my pussy through my panties. Although his orgasm was being denied I was feeling very hot and wanted that pleasure for myself. As I came I bit his bottom.

His wandering hands couldn't continue. His hands were secured behind his back and they stayed there until I was almost ready to leave. Some teasing time for him as I lifted my skirt to show him my panties and then sit and stroke my pussy that was still aroused. A good opportunity to talk about what we were doing and how important it was to please me.

I stood smoothed my skirt back down over my legs and the milking restarted. It was quite amusing to watch his cock and listen to his groans. It was very enjoyable to pull of the rope tie and play with his balls. It became tiring to continue stroking his arse.


We were not successful at milking billy's prostate. I made him suffer for as long as I could but our time ran out. He was given two minutes to wank himself and I watched as he did so. He came when I stepped behind him to whisper in his ear.


We will continue to practice the prostate milking on a regular basis until we are successful and the requirements will increase for billy so that I am amused.

This post appeared on my previous blog and has not been changed.

The beginning with billy

I continued to want to play with a submissive male in the days following the fun with Marty but I felt no interest in placing another advert. Instead I continued to monitor the adverts that men placed hoping that there would be some I'd like to respond to. One day there was a short request for a woman who'd like to try prostate massage. I made contact.


Prostate massage held a lot of appeal. When ever I had read about it the cruelty held me enthralled. I really liked the idea of draining a man's prostate so that satisfactory orgasm is days away. Especially if he has already been a very well behaved submissive and refrained from orgasm prior to the event.

Communication was good, we both had the same aim. So an arrangement was made to meet to check our compatibility. I took great care to dress to impress. If I was to make this man suffer I had to ensure he found me desirable and had a strong need to please me.

The dress I chose was a 1950's winter dress which had only one button at the front waist to secure. It was designed for a perfect hour glass figure and gave a tantalizing glimpse of breast. He told me later that he spent the entire time trying to see beyond the clever design to the white curves behind and wondering if I wore a corset to make such a tiny waist. He was hooked.

We arranged a date for the first attempt at prostate milking and I returned home to do some research.

two girls on a gay beat

There are times when I am driven crazy with the need to feel a man touching me, preferably with his cock but I am not fussy so fingers or a tongue will do very nicely instead. At those times I pace and prowl around the house attempting to find distractions. My own fingers won't do and my fantasies seem too repetitive to raise any interest.

I suffered through several nights recently until I simply had to call up one of the men on my phone list. We shuttled texts back and forth detailing our identical states of sexual frustration. Eventually we made the arrangement to meet. I chose a location that I thought would be quiet and dark and we agreed the time.

As I drove down the quiet back street that ended at my destination I was surprised by the amount of traffic, cars in front of me and cars behind all moving in the same direction. It was a puzzle that was rapidly resolved once I pulled into the car park and the car behind me pulled in beside. Dotted about the car park were pairs of cars. I had lucked onto a gay beat. I felt a little sorry for the guy whose car had paired up with mine!

I sent another text to my playmate and got out of the car. It was so dark I wondered if we would ever be able to find each other without the assistance of the mobile phone. I began the walk to our meeting point and as my heels tapped out a rhythm on the tarmac I was aware that I was being followed by a growing number of men......I felt like the pied piper.

At the meeting point I stood with confidence thinking I would be of no interest. But a very cute guy came up and asked if I was cruising, I tactfully turned him down. Another text to my playmate and then I turned as I heard more heels tapping down the path. In to view came Melissa, my cross-dressing playmate. She is tall and slender and on this occasion a brunette.

The presence of the men around us freaked her so I took her hand and led her away to find some space.

First we sat in a BBQ shelter. My hands played up her stockings and her hands played up mine. But as we got closer to each other so did a voyeur until Melissa took fright and we had to move again. Further into the dark and onto the edge of the bush. We turned our backs and settled down on the grass.

Melissa pandered to my need for orgasms. Fingers first sliding in and out my cunt and teasing my clit. I held her arm adding pressure when I wanted it and pulling her away when I was satisfied. I told her I wanted my nipples sucked and she reached into my dress to pull out my breasts. I flung my arms out behind me and arched up to her keeping her there kneading my breasts as she sucked until I was rapturous.

She was being a very good gurl and as she kept asking to taste me I finally rewarded her. It was a thrilling feeling that she gave with her tongue. My legs flailed around in the air above her indicating the pulse of each orgasm until I told her no more.

We cuddled then sat up to discover a ring of men around us all jacking off.

Lord it is lucky I am an exhibitionist but poor Melissa lost any arousal she might have had.