Hotel room fun

A number of timing and scheduling issues complicated the plans star and I kept making.  We’d hung out a couple of times, but really haven’t been able to play since that first night at her house.

This is something I was very keen to change.

So we set a date for the other night.

But the universe threw us another curveball.  Playing at her house is going to be a little tricky for awhile, and my house just doesn’t have the privacy we’d need.

She had a plan, though.

She lives about as far from me as she possibly could, but it’s all freeway to get there, so for me, the drive isn’t a big deal.  Still, we have generally stuck to a casino pretty much right in the middle of us.  Right across the street is a little cluster of cute, boutique-y shops and a few nice restaurants.  It’s where we had dinner the first time we hung out, it’s where I shamelessly groped her in the movie theater, and it’s where she suggested we go this time.  She’d gotten us a room there.

This was going to be awesome.

We met in the hotel lobby, set our things in the room, and went across the street for dinner.  And as always, she’s a blast to talk to, and she doesn’t mind me rambling, so that’s a bonus.

But as good as the food and conversation was, I was more interested in doing mean-ish things to her.  So we went back up to the room and relaxed on the bed for a bit, watching TV.

There are a lot of things to love about her, but one thing that I’d completely forgotten I loved about playing with women is how little they are.  It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone petite, significantly smaller than I am, I’d forgotten how awesome that is.

I had her take off her clothes, then pulled her across my lap.  She was already wet, and fingering her got some amazing noises out of her.  I started with one, then went to two, while she eagerly pushed back against me, moaning and squirming.  It was so hot, the way she moved.

I wanted to fill her up.

I pulled out a dildo and fucked her with it, until she came.  But that wasn’t enough for me.  So after a moment I reached back into my little bag of tricks and pulled out a butt plug.

It was a small plug, I was nice.

I didn’t give her a whole lot of time to get used to it, though.  I pushed it all the way in, then alternated between fingering her and rubbing her clit.  And she was gasping, moaning, squirming, cumming all over the place.

She really is so fucking sexy.  And holy fuck, the sounds she makes…

The dildo went back in, and I fucked her hard and fast, and she bucked against it, wanting it even harder and faster.  And when she came, I didn’t even pause.  I just kept fucking her.

I have no idea how many times she came.  I don’t even know how long I was fucking her.  But finally, after a particularly strong orgasm, I could tell she needed a rest.  I pulled the dildo out, but kept the plug in, and let her curl up on my lap, while I ran the fingers of one hand up and down her back, and the other hand through her hair.

Naked, plugged, and sated, she started dozing a bit.  But I wasn’t done with her yet.  I’d give her a rest, let her recover a bit, but I still had one more thing I wanted to do to her.

She bought me a replacement for my Thunderstick, and I couldn’t wait to introduce her to it.  And it made her nervous.  She’s only rarely ever used a vibrator, and was pretty unsure about it.

I didn’t turn it up as high as it can go.  Because I didn’t need to.  She’s so little, and that thing is so powerful, she felt like it was just rattling her whole body.  She definitely got more experience with the sadistic side of that toy than the nice side.

Holding it against her and turning it up was still pretty entertaining, though.  And when I finally had mercy on her and fucked her again, she came almost immediately.

Of course, one orgasm is never enough.  By the time I was done with her, she was panting and whimpering, completely exhausted and floating, and when I lied back down next to her, she immediately moved close, and I pulled her into my arms and let her relax.

It didn’t take long before she started dozing off again, and when I started dozing, myself, I sighed and untangled our limbs.  I had to get home.  Dammit.

It was tough to leave.  She was such an inviting sight, lying there, still naked, on the bed.  Seeing her like that made me want to do more to her.  But she was worn out, and I was pretty tired, myself.  I needed to get home.

So I hugged her and kissed her goodbye, and drove home.  I’m already thinking about what I want to do to her next time I see her.  I can’t wait.

Merry early Christmas to me

Christmas came early.

So my precious Thunderstick died, and the timing could not have been worse.  But after convincing myself that setting the bed on fire is a bad idea, I shrugged and said, “Oh well.”

Things have been tight because we literally just dropped almost a thousand dollars on Christmas presents for the family, and since the thing is a tad pricey, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get another one until January.

I was devastated, and quite vocal about my devastation, but life goes on, right?  It was my normal habit of whining and bitching for ten minutes (okay, maybe 15 minutes), then shrugging and moving on with my life.

Until I mentioned it to star.  She immediately offered to buy me a new one, asking for the brand name, and I immediately thanked her for the offer and declined, pointing out that I’d be able to get one next month.

Then she said:

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The adorable, clever little brat…

And I have to say, no one has ever gotten me like that.  She figured it out, though.  I couldn’t help but laugh, and surrendered.  Yep, she wins.

The first time I use it on her, though, she may come to regret her decision to buy it for me.  That thing can be sooo very nice, and it can be sooo deliciously mean.

She’s going to become intimately and profoundly familiar with this unique ability.

Star: 1

Me: 0

…. for now

Rope bottom?

Some of my readers may remember a post talking about a rope class I took at Sadie’s house, in which I was paired up with a sweet, sexy little thing with a love of Star Wars and a body that looks amazing when tied up.

She was someone that I’d seen around, but hadn’t ever spoken to before that night.  I didn’t know anything about her.  I found out that night that she’s a lesbian, which immediately piqued my interest, and there was some mild, subtle flirting, but that was it.

This is a bit of a tangent, but it’s always a bit on the awkward side for me, whenever I meet a submissive that I’m attracted to, and can see myself doing wicked, vile things to.  For one, I don’t know their orientation, or if I’m even the gender they’re interested in.  Then, I don’t know if they’re available (or what the policies are in any given relationship or event regarding what I’m allowed to say/do or how I’m allowed to interact with owned subs.  Part of the reason why I’m so annoyed by those needlessly complicated rules).

So I don’t know if they’re into my gender, if they’re available, or if they’re interested in me, specifically.  I mentioned before that my general demeanor is to be extremely sexually aggressive.  This is a habit I curb around people I don’t own, for obvious reasons.  I, unlike some Dominants (I just heard about another one the other night, and was even more shocked to discover that this asshole’s actions were actually defended by a Domme I’ve known and respected for years, and that she was actually angry at the sub for protesting the unwanted and unwelcome touch.  It’s not my habit to take the words of other people as unequivocal truth, but that certainly gives me pause, and if I find out that the teller of the story — someone who doesn’t seem like the type to lie or exaggerate in the first place — is telling the truth, makes me lose basically every shred of respect I ever had for this woman), prefer not to be a sexual predator, and go around molesting and sexually assaulting people who don’t want me to touch them.

Silly me, I know.  I guess in some circles, you’re not a true Domly Dom/me unless you grope people without their consent to show how Domly you are.

But even if that means I can’t hang out with the “cool kids,” I’m not going to get aggressive with someone I don’t know, who may not want it.  Even if they’re interested in me, I don’t know what they like, what they’re comfortable with, or anything like that.  So there’s a bit of awkwardness as I shut down that part of my personality, and try to figure out how to act.

This sub (we’ll call her star) seemed open to it, and I found out she was interested in women, and she was absolutely fucking adorable, but I still didn’t know anything about her, so I held back, and our interaction that night was vanilla (except for me tying her up, of course).

And I haven’t seen or spoken to her since.

Until I received an email a couple of weeks ago.  I saw the nickname and immediately recognized her.

She asked if I’d be interested in her bottoming for me at future rope events, or anything else if my subs aren’t available.

And she immediately had my attention.

I emailed her back, told her I’d absolutely be interested in Topping her, and if she was looking to bottom at events exclusively.  She replied that no, she wasn’t looking only at events, just that she’d like to get to know me better.

Um, hell fucking yes.

We arranged to grab dinner one night, to chat and get to know each other a bit.  And I enjoyed chatting with her and hanging out with her.  It was a true testament to my willpower that I kept my hands off of her the whole time.

Pinning her against my car and shoving my hand down her pants was a hugely appealing idea, but not knowing how comfortable she’d feel with something that public-ish, I gave her a hug instead.

I wanted to do things to her.  So the next thing was to spend some time with her in private.

Which we did a few nights ago.  We met at a Starbucks and sat outside, chatting some more, when I happened to glance down and saw that her arms were covered in goosebumps.

“Are you cold?” I asked her.

She shrugged.  “A little bit.”

“Well, let’s head back to your house, and warm up.”

We drove to her place, she handed me a beer, and we sat down in her living room, chatting again.  And the more we talked, the more I wanted to make her squirm.

As it turns out, we have quite a bit in common regarding our desires for BDSM, and shared the same frustrations.

I love playing with women.  But the biggest deterrent has been that many of the bisexual submissives I’ve spoken to have still been a bit closer to the straight side than the gay side, and preferred their same-sex play to be more impact-focused, rather than sexually focused.  And the very few lesbians I’ve spoken to have enjoyed the sexual aspect, but weren’t quite as into penetration.  There was just too much I couldn’t do with them.

It’s something that star has also expressed frustration with.  She made the comment that she’s struggled with finding a Domme who was into penetration.

She said, “I just want to be used.”

You know, I’m reasonably sure I can accommodate that.

So finally, I had her sit next to me and asked if I could touch her.  Moments later, I had her top and bra off, and we were making out on her couch.

And really, she squirms so pretty.  I wanted the rest of her clothes off.

We moved to the bedroom, I had her take off her pants, and bent her over the foot of the bed, groping and fingering her, occasionally reaching up to pinch and twist her nipples.

And holy fucking hell, y’all, she looks amazing when there are things inside her.  I love it.  She’s sexy as hell, she squirms so pretty, she makes amazing noises when I hurt her or pleasure her, and I can’t wait to play with her again, and do more than finger her.

And isn’t it convenient, I’m going to get that chance on Friday, at a play party.  It’ll be awesome, having the chance to do more with her.  I’m seriously looking forward to it.

May Flowers

So Hell Night is coming up, and as you can imagine, I’m beyond stoked for it.

But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t other things to keep me entertained in the meantime.

Last night, for example, was a rope class held at Sadie’s house.  I’ve always loved ropework, and have been anxious to learn some more advanced shibari techniques, so I was excited to go.  As it turns out, he didn’t teach anything I didn’t already know, but it did give me the opportunity to do a rope harness on a woman for the first time, so that was fun.

The original plan was for Sounder to be my bottom, but he hadn’t been feeling well the entire day.  He followed me to Sadie’s house, and I noticed he was walking really slowly as he got out of the car, and up to the door.

It wasn’t long before he needed to go home and try to recover.

And as it turns out, one of the Tops needed to leave, as well, so it worked out.  The bottom and I paired up together, introduced ourselves, and then I proceeded to tie her up.  She’s such a pretty, petite thing, and she made the most adorable whimpers when the instructor passed out the clothespins and string for zippers.

So it was fun, I enjoyed myself, and it was nice talking to her.  She was one of those people who I’d seen around at different events and gatherings, but had never really talked to.  As it turns out, she’s pretty cool.  She loves tattoos and Star Wars, so she automatically gets a position on my “People I Like” list.

And she looks cute tied up, so there’s that.

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Note the awesome shirt, that shows off her awesomeness.

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I finished before the others did, so I started experimenting with different ways to burn the extra rope.

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Actually I lied.  He did teach a column tie, which I didn’t know how to do.  But a) it’s not as pretty as the tie I use, b) it’s not as easy to do twice, for each hand/leg/whatever, and c) it uses more rope.  Still, it’s always good learning new techniques and new ties.  Maybe, one day, my go-to tie just won’t work for a particular situation.

Afterward, I ended up spending most of the evening hanging out with Pet who is now an adult film actor.  He just did his first scene a couple weeks ago, for extremeboyz.com.  So I spent 15 minutes watching the scene with him.

And holy fucking shit, he’s hot when he’s in pain.  I mean, I already knew this, but still, it was fun watching it.  Anyone who wants to watch a gorgeous twink in pain should go check it out.  You can see some pictures of his scene by going to the free gallery, clicking on Connor (that’s his stage name, so I guess I’ll switch to calling him that here), and going through.  But really, the pictures don’t do him justice.  The video is awesome.  I highly recommend joining the site to watch it.

Anyways…

We also got to talking about Sounder, and how I want him to suck cock at the end of Hell Night.  I was originally thinking of using Kazander, but the problem is Kazander is still pretty reluctant with the whole bi thing.  And really, I just want someone to grab Sounder and just fuck his mouth, you know?  Kazander probably won’t be able to muster that kind of enthusiasm.

Connor, on the other hand, is gay, and a switch, so that won’t be a problem at all.  He also thinks Sounder is hot, so that helps.  He was impressed by the size of the dildo Sounder uses to fuck himself, and expressed that when I showed him pictures of Sounder fucking himself.

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You know, since that’s the only way he can masturbate now…

And the good thing is that, while Connor is gay, he doesn’t have a problem with me being in the room or touching his cock, and is more than willing to help me humiliate Sounder throughout the process.

The problem is that Connor still lives with his parents, and I don’t want to bring him to Sounder’s house that night, so we might have to figure that out.  If not, I have another option that may be available.

So that’ll be tons of fun.

After that, we started talking about the class and what the instructor went over.  He lamented the fact that he knew precious little about ropework, and I told him I was more than willing to teach him a few things.

We just needed a volunteer.

Luckily, Sadie’s daughter (I’ll call her Bunny) was there, and loves being tied up, so she jumped at the opportunity.  I took Connor through the rope harness the way I do it, which uses a stem in the back.  When you do a rope harness on women, you don’t need the stem, since she has boobs, but he was probably not going to be doing a whole lot of chest harnesses on women, so I taught him my way.

Then, he untied her and did it on his own, and he’s a pretty quick learner.  I had to laugh, though, when I noticed that the bottom two ropes were twisted (you can’t let your rope get twisted, it’ll put too much pressure on that spot).  I told him to always double-check to make sure it’s straight.  Since Bunny is well-endowed, and topless, I had to lift up her boobs to see the entire rope.  And then Connor held them up himself.

It was funny because we had only just discussed how sexy her boobs were, and Connor said he didn’t feel the same draw.  I laughed and said, “Well, you’re the only one in this room who doesn’t love her boobs.”

Minutes later, he was groping them.  It was entertaining.

But he’s a fast learner, and was able to do the chest harness mostly on his own, with very little instruction from me.

Then Bunny showed me her way of doing a Shibari harness, which is the opposite of the way I do it.  I start from the top and work my way down, ending with the rope in the back, while she starts from the bottom, threads it through her legs and up her back, and then down, with the rope ending in the front.

From the front, it looks exactly the same, except her way has the rope in front.  I like my way better, but I will definitely keep her way in mind.  She explained some things a Top could do with the rope in front, and I like her ideas.  So that could be a lot of fun to try.

In other news, Southern will be in town in May.  We’d finally planned it out so that there wouldn’t be any family in town, and we could actually play at my place, for the first time in six years.

And then the Universe said, “Haha, fuck you.”

I have suddenly come into the possession of not one, but two white-trash, homeless teenagers.  One of them is Kazander’s “daughter” (not his biological daughter, but for all intents and purposes, she might as well be), and her boyfriend.

She lived with us a few years ago, and we were her legal guardians (a judge looked at me and said, “Yeah, sure, you can be responsible for this kid”).  Shit went down, and she moved back with her white-trash, drug-addicted, alcoholic, self-hating, toxic whore cunt of a mother.

Now she’s back, this time to stay, and she has the added perspective of knowing we were right, and she should’ve fucking listened to us, and she’s a damned idiot for going back.  She’d be in college right now if she’d stayed, rather than a high-school dropout who spent the last year living in a tent.

I needed to talk to the manager of Victoria’s Secret for Hell Night, and found out that the tiny, petite teenager was wearing the same band size as me, and decided that she needed to be fitted and get some bras that that aren’t four sizes too big, so I took her with me and dropped her off with one of the saleswomen while I went to find the manager.

When I came back, she was in the dressing room, while the saleswoman gave her different styles and helped her pick what works best for her.

When the woman went to get a different style, the teen (I guess she needs a name.  We’ll go with Lia) looked at me and grinned, and said, “This is so cool.  I’ve never been treated like this at a store before.”

Which made me sad.  I mean, I don’t think she’s bought clothes anywhere other than Goodwill since she moved back with her mother.  So I’m hoping that she gets used to our lifestyle again, and decides it’s what she wants, and after living in a tent, hopefully that will motivate her to get her GED and go to college.

So I’m handling her wardrobe from now on.  Sure, once she gets a job, she can use her own money to buy the clothes she likes, but for now, I’m making those decisions, and she’s not dressing like a broke stripper.  Luckily, she has literally like 4 outfits, so I won’t have to throw anything out.

So bottom line:  I have one teenager here already, and her boyfriend is supposedly driving out sometime next week.  Southern and I were supposed to have a couple hours to ourselves, and my house is now out of the question.

And of course, the only time that works for both of us is late morning/early afternoon, where trying to swing a hotel room is virtually impossible.  Check-in is too late, and check-out is too early.

Ugh, fuck me with a chainsaw.

Luckily, I have this awesome sissy/knight in shining armor.  I asked if I could use his house while he’s at work, and he said yes.

He’s such a good boy, isn’t he?

So May will be a fun month for me.  I’m looking forward to it.