So I’ve talked about semantics, and how there are as many definitions as there are members in the BDSM community. It’s sparked countless debates, and countless arguments. I always thought those arguments were petty, so I never really paid much attention to labels and the supposed differences between a sub and a slave, or a Domme or a Mistress. Continue reading
I’ve never been one for games.
Well, okay, that’s not entirely true. Continue reading
Well, kazander and I were supposed to meet with Spooky today, and he stood us up. So that’s frustrating. Obviously I won’t be speaking to him anymore. Now I have to start all over again and find someone else who fits what I’m looking for.
Kazander is relieved, I think. But I told him that this is only a temporary reprieve. I WILL find someone else who can give me what I want. I WILL make cuckolding a reality. And he WILL suck dick and bend over down the line.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe I’m being too specific in what I’m looking for. I don’t want a string of one-night stands, and I don’t want to have sex when kazander isn’t present. I want a regular “boyfriend” who would be more than willing to help me humiliate and abuse kazander in a variety of depraved ways. So the bull needs to be bi (or at least bi-curious), have at least a slight Dominant streak, and he needs to not be a flake. And, as I have discovered today, two out of three isn’t good enough.
Believe it or not, that list really does narrow down the list of possible applicants. But what I’m thinking I’m going to do is try within my own group of D/s friends. I used to go to a local munch every Friday, but we haven’t gone in months. Even if none of my friends are interested (I’m mentally running through my male Dom friends, and I’m pretty sure none of them are even remotely bi, and the vast majority are in exclusive relationships), maybe they’ll know someone who is.
And in the meantime, I’m still going to search online and see if there’s at least one bull here in Vegas who is real and not a flake. I know for a fact that real people exist on the internet. The internet is where I met kazander. True, I had to wade through a nipple-high sea of fakes and flakes before I found him, but it was definitely worth the effort. So I venture back out into that sea once more. Hopefully I’ll have more luck next time.
And, as a little bonus, kazander’s sister has agreed to watch the spawn tonight. It’s awesome because now I have all kinds of extra freedom to take out my frustration on kazander. Hmm, we haven’t done sounding in awhile, and kazander hates it, so I think that might just be tonight’s winner.
So I’ve been living with my fiance/slave (I’ll call him kazander) for a few years now, and have recently decided that I’m going to cuckold him. He is less enthused about the idea than I am, but he doesn’t really have a choice.
Too bad for him.
I’ve already found a potential bull, and that’s exciting. I’ll call him Spooky. I’ve met him once for coffee, and had a great time. He’s bigger and much more skilled in bed than kazander is. Just because kazander sucks in bed doesn’t mean I should have to suffer. I deserve good sex, and if kazander can’t satisfy that urge, then I’ll find someone who will.
So hopefully this new bull works out, and we’ll be able to add a whole new dynamic to our relationship. The idea of humiliating kazander in that way is really hot. I can’t wait to see the look on his face as he’s watching me have sex with another man. And down the line, I fully expect kazander to participate in any way I decide, up to and including sucking the bull’s dick and bending over for him.