Well, 2008 is already drawing to an end and naturally, we take a look back at the year that has just passed. In keeping with this, Osbasso has suggested that for this very last HNT of the year, we pick what we think is our favorite HNT picture that we’ve posted. This was much harder than I thought it’d be. And I’ve only had my blog for about half the year!

When I post pictures for HNT, it’s because I like them and so it’s difficult to choose which I think is best. That being said, this one and this one (and their click-throughs) are certainly among my personal favorites. 

However, I think that a HNT post is more than just the image, so I have picked my favorite not only for the picture, but also for what it actually means to me. While I do find the shot fun and interesting, what it represents is what is most dear to me: it was a glimpse into Boy Toy and I’s intimacy, a moment of playful exposure captured and shared. Hope you enjoy it as much as Boy Toy and I did!

Exposure (HNT)

It’s thrilling to expose and be exposed. Boy Toy and I play at it a lot. When heading over to his place, I’ll tell him to wait for me naked. Exposed. Sometimes, I’ll grab a camera and take pictures of him when he’s in this most vulnerable of positions.

Earlier tonight, we were talking about pushing limits. I paraphrased what maymay wrote recently:

My goal was the same as hers: to push limits. We push each other, we always have, and it’s part of what keeps us moving forward together. Though the willingness to push a bottom’s limits is almost a prerequisite to advertise yourself as a top or a dominant, very rarely does anyone seem to recognize the value of pushing a top’s limits as a bottom, and I think that is a grave oversight for all involved. Often, people expect—sometimes even demand—that bottoms and submissives be entirely passive partners in sex and kink, but I think this is wrong.

With that in mind, I told Boy Toy I’d like to hear suggestions of things HE would like to try. And it’s funny, his first suggestion was to expose me:

make you dress really sexy and make you go out?

The thrill of exposure is why I’ve gotten into HNT so readily. And I’m sure it’s the same for you. So. Without further ado, here’s me playing at exposing Boy Toy. Aren’t we naughty?

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Wow, I’m back… I’m still a bit dazed from long hours spent traveling and little sleep. Nothing kinky to report, either. After all, I was away with my family, without Boy Toy. And pretty much out of touch, so no opportunity to send naughty instructions. But I did leave him with a strict command not to cum while I was away 

Somehow, I ended up talking about masochism with my mother, on our way back from a supper at my aunt’s. She knows nothing about my blog, of course, or of the nature of my sex life with Boy Toy. So I have to be careful what I say! I don’t remember exactly how it came about… I think we were talking about religion and I was going on about how it tries to control people’s life with senseless bullshit (my apologies to any reader with religious beliefs… to each their own). How most religions would have people be prudes, for no reason other than to control their lives. And my mother said something along the lines that people should do whatever they want… Then she said: “Still, I don’t understand things like masochism. They can do it if they want but I just don’t get it.”  So I sat there and told her “Well, they like it. It turns them on.”

I left it at that. I couldn’t let on that I know more on the subject! I don’t like receiving pain myself, but I know people who do. I read people who do. I’ve been having an education on the subject for the last year and a half, now. And sometimes I spank Boy Toy. Yeah, I’m pretty sure my mom doesn’t want to know that.

That’s about how kinky things got for the last week or so. Tonight, I’m having supper with Boy Toy and while I don’t have any particular plan in mind, I did tell him to wait for me naked. I like him naked.

I’m thinking that since the first half of my Holidays wasn’t very kinky at all, perhaps I should remedy that. I received a bit of money for Christmas and I am seriously considering buying something from my  JT Stockroom Wishlist. Hmmmm….

Last Friday, after nearly two weeks of denial, I finally allowed Boy Toy to cum.

It started getting really hard for him a week into it. It took a lot of cajoling, convincing and strict forbidding to get him to last this long, because as you know, we weren’t using a device. In the end, I practically had to promise him an orgasm on Friday, otherwise I think he would have broken. But I thought it was important to get him to wait until I was there. I wanted to be the one to give him his orgasm, and so, I insisted.

He started having dreams almost every night, and if you’ve read his last one, you may have noticed that they got increasingly kinky. They didn’t help him at all.

He told me he was horny all the time and played with himself every chance he got.

So finally, Friday, I showed up at his place. He was sleeping. I stripped and curled up next to him, and we napped for an hour or so. When I woke up and thought he was starting to wake up as well, I playfully put my hand on his stomach, stroking, teasing. Read the rest of this entry »

Almost two weeks without orgasm, and Boy Toy’s getting pretty desperate. This is the longest we’ve gone. I know, I know… It isn’t very long at all! I fact, I haven’t had an orgasm either in all that time. Nothing’s stopping me from getting one, yet I don’t feel the need. Boy Toy, though… Boy Toy told me he plays with himself every chance he gets. He’s in subspace most of the time. And the dreams! They come almost every night, getting kinkier and kinkier. This is his latest one:

This one is a little hardcore fetish, mixed with D/s relationship stuff, maybe because of the denial. And lots of pushing limits! I think it’s my current state!!!

You’re going through rules I’ll have to follow and before I know it I’m stripped right down and I have this feeling that you have everything planned and controlled, that you’re taking everything into your hands.

I’m listening to you talk about our relationship, that D/s has been in the works or planned for some time. And you’re sort of re-defining things and going into it more seriously. It’s tied to me not being allowed to cum. And it goes towards submitting to you fully as total property because you’re tired of me trying to resist that or something, it’s hindering your progression into this and you would like to go deeper. Read the rest of this entry »

Boy Toy’s enforced chastity has brought on an onslaught of kinky dreams. He’s getting quite flustered, and the dreams are very telling of this… Here’s his two most recent:

Dream 1

This one is strange, because for parts of the dream, I was kinda in your mind, seeing things from your point of view.

We are hanging out but I’m naked and I’m feeling submissive, and I remember seeing myself through you, as your sub, and having all kinds of strange thoughts.

Like in one part I’m me and naked and exposed and thinking it’s accessible and I could masturbate. Once I’m alone perhaps, or in private, I could. Read the rest of this entry »

In case you missed this in my last few posts, I’ve taken control of Boy Toy’s orgasms again. That was a little over a week ago. He hasn’t cum since. He emailed me today while I was at work and asked when he could… you know what. He has been having kinky dreams pretty much every night, most of then involving hypnosis.

Of course, it doesn’t help that I’ve had him listen to Lady Julia’s Red Silk hypnosis session almost every night. And that I make him smoke his first cigarette of the day naked and kneeling. Every day.

All of this combined makes for a frantic, desperate for an orgasm, Boy Toy. We were chatting, earlier tonight, and I thought I’d share our conversation (for those of you not familiar with MSN Messenger, “:$” is for the little blushing smiley… notice Boy Toy does that a lot!). Read the rest of this entry »

Ever since I started down the kinky road, I’ve been resistant to calling myself a “Domme”. I just shied away from the term, I couldn’t be a dominant, not me! Such a weird thing, too, as Boy Toy is obviously submissive and I’ve known this all along. If you’ve read how we play, you might have noticed the roles are pretty clearly defined.

As a side note, I just wanted to mention that I never know if I should use the term “Domme” or “Dom”. And strangely enough, just as I was pondering this, I noticed roo-roo talks about it in his most recent post. As usual, he makes good, sensible points, so you might want to stop by if the question interests you. As for me, I’ll just stick with the excuse that my first language is French, and so naturally, I feminize the word. And French is probably the right excuse, considering what Wikipedia has to say on the subject:

The term “domme” (pronounced /ˈdɒm/) is a coined pseudo-French female variation of the slang dom (short for dominant). It stems from the Latin words “dominus” = master, “domina” = mistress. The pronunciation is identical to the term “dom”, by analogy to one-syllable French-derived words like femme or blonde. Read the rest of this entry »

Thursday’s fast approaching and so it’s time for my weekly half-nekkid picture! This one is from the same photoshoot as the last three HNT pictures. Hopefully you’re not growing bored of them yet… I admit though that the rest is pretty much more of the same. They’re different pictures, but it’s the same setting, the same outfits. I’ll probably show a few more, but then I’ll have to come up with something else!

I like this picture in particular because I like my back. It might seem strange but it’s one of the only body parts of mine that I really like. But I have to confess I photoshopped it: I removed my tattoo. The anonymity thing, you know  

Hope you enjoy anyway!

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Last week, I received an interesting email from Unspeakable Axe telling me he had a post idea for me. “I only have the title”, he said: ”How the hell my submissive lucked out and became owned by me and how you can find someone like me?”

Good question, Axe, good question. I was at Boy Toy’s when I read this email and of course, I immediately asked him how he thought he got to be owned by me. He gave me this very inspiring and eloquent answer: “I don’t know. I just got lucky.”

So much for that.

Still, over the last few days, I’ve given the matter some thought. The truth is, I believe Boy Toy and I are where we are today because we started pretty much like any other, normal relationship, and we fell in love. The elements of kink, or D/s, that we do have in our relationship now were introduced gradually, and our communication about such things was always open. I mentioned this in my very first post:

But Boy Toy told me from the start what he was into. He wanted to be straight with me, and avoid my learning this about him from other people, too. He was also very respectful. He was so scared of pushing me into something I didn’t want that I almost had to trick him into sleeping with me, in the beginning. Ok, ok, I didn’t “trick” him, but I kind of had to push him into it a little. And we started with good old regular sex, of course.

But the fact of the matter was, I knew what he was into, and, as they say, curiosity killed the cat. We talked a lot about kink. And it was fun, it was playful and naughty. And it felt like we had this dirty little secret, it created this complicity between us. Read the rest of this entry »

A few days have passed since last I wrote. When I left you, Boy Toy was locked in the CB6000 and I was just fresh out of a face-sitting session.

Unfortunately, he isn’t locked in the CB anymore. I can never bring myself to leave him in very long. It just looks so… uncomfortable. And he complains about it. When I saw him Friday night, he told me he had slept really badly because of the device. Then he mentioned he wanted to go jogging that day but couldn’t because of his predicament. And he told me he was itchy because he couldn’t shave underneath­… Finally, a little frustrated, I handed him the key.

I understand, though. It does look pretty cumbersome. Besides, for me, the point isn’t the device but the denial. I’ve said this before: I kinda prefer the denial without the CB. Sure, locking his sex away is kinky, but when he doesn’t masturbate simply because I told him he can’t… that’s hot. The control is more mental. And there is no feeling of guilt for the discomfort the device can cause.

So that’s how things stood Friday night. He was free. Yet he hadn’t had an orgasm in several days, since I’ve instructed him not to for three days before every Friday. That’s my way of having a fresh, eager Boy Toy when the weekend finally arrives and I get to see him. Read the rest of this entry »