That’s right, a little tushy exposure before I’m off with my Boy Toy

Tom set the mood this morning, with his butt picture.

If you read my recent post Photoshoot with a happy ending, you’ll have noticed that Boy Toy and I had a little photoshoot fun, last Saturday. Well, here’s hoping you’ll find it paid off:

Tonight, I’m excited! In a couple of days, Boy Toy and I are leaving on a road trip. We’ll be doing a lot of driving, even some boating. We will see my family. We will spend time in a cottage by the sea. We will also see some of his family. All in all, we’ll be gone about a week and a half. So you will surely forgive me if I don’t post as much for a little while… I will try to post, but I can’t promise anything. This is, after all, my vacation. A well deserved one, and I just can’t wait.

When we were first planning this trip, I was thinking we’d make it a kinky one. There could be “trip rules” or something. We could bring a few toys along. As it turns out, I’ve got nothing planned. I toyed with the idea, my mind kept going back to it, but I just couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this is Boy Toy’s vacation, too. As for toys, when I mentioned it to Boy Toy recently, he said “What if someone goes through our luggage?” I was sceptical. No one ever goes through my luggage. It’s really not like my parents to peek in my suitcase to make sure I’ve got nothing naughty in there. Guess he was just scared of what I might want to bring. Read the rest of this entry »

Last Saturday afternoon, Boy Toy was smoking a cigarette, naked and kneeling in front of me. We were talking and I told him it was my belief that, with the right tone, he would obey pretty much anything I told him to do, that he wouldn’t question my instructions. To demonstrate my point, I said “Go put on the cock ring. Now.” He got up, rummaged through our toy box until he found it, and put it on. Wanting to know if the thing could fall off, I told him as a test, he would have to wear it all day. Read the rest of this entry »

Very early on with Boy Toy, we talked about domination and submission. He made no secret that he was of the submissive type, in terms of sex and games, and all this was new and intriguing to me. However, I must admit that knowing how much more experienced Boy Toy was at all this stuff meant that this was not only intriguing, but also kind of scary. I felt I wouldn’t know what the hell I was doing, and how could Boy Toy feel submissive then? I also wasn’t sure just how dominant I was.

Seemed to me I was actually pretty submissive, as I had always tended to go along with my boyfriends’ plans. Come to think of it now, though, this worked for a while, in most of my past relationships, but on many occasions things came to an abrupt end when I got sick of being the follower. Why couldn’t things be my way sometimes? Were my wants not important? I was never very good at communicating this, it seems, because I’ve been through several break-ups following this pattern…

Anyway, back to domination vs. submission. Instead of just plunging into the unknown without a clue, I did a lot of reading… And I decided to experiment: I played Boy Toy’s slave. Once. Read the rest of this entry »

Boy Toy has such a wonderfully devious, kinky, creative and submissive mind, and it does its best work in his dreams. Frequent, vivid dreams. In his dreams, I am always a total dominatrix bitch and I make him do all sorts of extreme stuff. There is a difference between fantasy and real life, some things are just not realistic or possible. Dreams let Boy Toy live all his wildest fantasies. This is great for me, because it puts him in a submissive frame of mind without my doing anything, AND it gives me plenty of great ideas. One of my favourite things to do is talk dirty to Boy Toy before going to bed, and ask him about his dreams the next morning… It almost never fails.

I have decided on a new rule for Boy Toy: he must tell me every time he has a kinky dream, and I will post them here.

So here is the one he had last night: Read the rest of this entry »

My relationship with Boy Toy is a lot of fun and games, but it’s also real, normal life. We do spend fairly long periods of time leading a totally normal life, with the vanilla sex and nothing more. Boy Toy says it’s good to take a break from kink from time to time, and I agree. I can’t imagine being Little Miss Dominatrix all of the friggin’ time!

And then there’s play. This last year, for me, has been a lot about exploring, discovering, pushing boundaries, getting to know myself, as well as Boy Toy, better. More and more, I am finding these domination tendencies in me. Sometimes I realize that I get frustrated if Boy Toy doesn’t do as I wish, but at the same time, I don’t really do what it takes to enforce it. I need to make what I want clear, and punish him if he strays. Don’t look at me that way, he loves it!

Let me tell you about the most recent punishment I put him through, you’ll see. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m still new to the blogging world, but apparently you don’t have to be around for a very long time to run into HNT: Half-Nekkid Thursdays. At first, I didn’t know what it meant, until someone else helpfully asked Tom from The Edge of Vanilla. For the full story on HNT, go here.

So, without further ado, here is my first HNT picture! Be nice to me, it’s my first time

One issue I’ve struggled with ever since dating Boy Toy is how much more experienced he is at kink, fetishes, D/s… Submitting to me excites him immensely, but it is a little intimidating to dominate someone who’s almost seen it all, while I was just this innocent little girl. Well not completely innocent, but almost.

Add to that the fact that I am a rather insecure person, and you can imagine that it wasn’t always easy. And since I am of the worrying type, I just had to come up with all kinds of reasons to worry, right? For a long time I was convinced that I’d just bore him. I mean, this guy has had some very fucking dominating girlfriends. He’s only told me a little about his past experiences, too, so I told myself that what I did know was just the tip of the iceberg.

This fear of boring him may very well have come from my belief that when you’re into kink, with time, it takes bigger and wilder things to get you the same level of thrill… A co-worker of mine sort of told me this recently. Anyway, I think that’s what she was trying to tell me, in a roundabout way. She couldn’t really tell me, you just don’t say that kind of things to your co-workers! But I’ve been thinking about what she said, ever since. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s a little late and I’ve got to go to work tomorrow, but I’m not really sleepy. So instead of tossing and turning I decided to do a little reminiscing… and writing. This blog has had me thinking a lot about my relationship with Boy Toy, how it started and how it’s evolved since. How I’ve evolved, too.

When we first started seeing each other, Boy Toy and I, we agreed this was just for fun, for the time being. Maybe it’d go somewhere, maybe it wouldn’t, but there wouldn’t be any pressure. Part of this, I believe, was because I was a “kink virgin”. I remember Boy Toy telling me he didn’t think he could have a serious relationship with someone who wasn’t into kink or fetishes. That this was an important element for him, one he didn’t think he could do without. I imagine he didn’t want to give me false hopes, gentleman that he is.

I guess also that the “keeping this not serious” part was because he didn’t want me to feel pressured to get down and dirty. I know he was very hesitant at first to even have a fling with me, and he certainly did not jump on me the first chance he had. Only the second He was being careful, for my benefit. He didn’t put any pressure on me to get into kink. He didn’t even dream that’d I’d get into it!

Or did he? Read the rest of this entry »

As I was saying in my first post, until I started dating Boy Toy about a year ago, I had never been very wild at all when it comes to sex. I mean, I had sex, don’t get me wrong, but it was all very normal. I’ve done a lot of things for the first time, since that fateful night last summer. My Boy Toy drew me out of my shell, so to speak.

It started with pictures. That, I had done before. I was seeing a guy for a while and one of our kicks was to take naughty pictures of ourselves and send them to each other. Ok, so nothing new here, nothing scary. What was a little different with Boy Toy was that I’d make him work for the pictures. I would take very sexy pictures of myself, pictures I knew he’d love, and I would send them to him, but on some conditions! A massage in exchange for a few pictures, for example. Or I would give him an assignment. This was fun, and still familiar territory. He seemed to really love the pictures and that helped me feel more confident, and perhaps more bold. It drew some playfulness and dominance out of me, what with giving him assignments… And one particular assignment I gave him led me to buy my first sex toy! Read the rest of this entry »