I have to confess that the clickthrough behind this picture was inspired by envy. Mariposa’s HNT last week was simply breathtaking. So much so that last Sunday, as I was about to leave Boy Toy’s place, I handed him the camera and instructed him to take beautiful pictures of my ass. The results aren’t bad. We loved the lighting. But I think an actual photoshoot needs to happen soon

Happy HNT!

Want to join in the HNT sexy fun? Check out the guidelines at Osbasso’s place! 

Just as I had a lot of mixed feelings going to my first fetish event, I hesitated writing about it, too. It’s not that it didn’t go well at the club, but the night did end with an argument between Boy Toy and I. Probably one of the worse we’ve had, and probably one of the most useless, too. But don’t worry, this was months ago and it’s long forgotten. And now that I’ve got the awkward part out of the way, I might as well tell you the rest of my story.

A few of our friends go to fetish nights almost every weekend. Boy Toy had been to many, many such events, just not since he was with me. On top of that, I guess we see our kink as something private. It IS sex, after all…

Still, I let my friends convince me into accompanying them. I was curious and I thought Boy Toy would like this. I figured I had to go at least once!

I was nervous. I didn’t know what kind of things would happen there, what kind of people I’d meet, how the evening would transpire… I felt pretty insecure. This is, in part, why Boy Toy and I fought, later. I needed him by my side, a dutiful submissive. But he wasn’t feeling like himself, had just quit his job, lots of changes going on and so he wasn’t there for me the way I expected him to be. On top of that, because I was nervous, I drank too much and well there you go, you have an explosive mix. Read the rest of this entry »

Last week, I mentioned how I had Boy Toy wear a locked collar while our friends were there. None of them so much as whispered a word about it, and I thought they simply hadn’t noticed. After all, it could have been a decorative collar, the padlock was hidden under his shirt.

Turns out that my assumption about our friends not noticing was wrong. Yesterday, Boy Toy told me that our friend M asked about it, a couple of days ago. M is a kinky boy and he knows that Boy Toy and I are pretty kinky too. Well, the same applies to several friends, really. While we don’t usually discuss particulars (especially Boy Toy and I), we ARE a naughty bunch and everybody knows it.

So two days ago, M asked Boy Toy if he had been wearing the chain-harness that night. Such a question shouldn’t come as too much of a shock to us, because M knows about the harness. When we made the thing, I told M about it. I showed him the drawing of my design, mainly because at the time, we were wondering about making harnesses for others. We sort of thought we’d make one for him, so I talked to him about it.

I laughed delightedly when Boy Toy reported this conversation! I felt thrilled that we had been “discovered” at our little game. In my opinion, this adds a little humiliation for Boy Toy into the mix, and as long as it’s just a little humiliating, it’s actually hot.

And M is honestly curious, in a respectful and innocent way. He’s very much into kink himself. Boy Toy told me it didn’t bother him that M would know such things about us, which I think is pretty cool. Means I can discuss a little more openly with my friend, and maybe even someday act upon my fantasy of having Boy Toy bound naked while our friends and I are there, having fun!

It’s an interesting dynamic we have with our friends.

When Boy Toy has a kinky dream, he normally tells me that same day but it can take a while before he writes it down for me. I used to get upset with him at this, insist on getting his accounts in a timely fashion. I’ve since learned to relax about it. I get them when I get them. And when I do, it feels like a special treat, a gift to unwrap and savor word for word. This one I thought was especially hot.

The dream begins with you wanting to establish full dominance and stating that I’m not submissive enough. We are at my place talking and you’re defining where you want the D/s aspect of our relationship to go, but you’re saying that I’m not submitting or giving all into it. You seem to say you really need and want me to give in. It almost sounds like you were trying to say something like “I really need to fully dominate you but you’re a tough cookie to crack.”

You’re holding up what looks like a chastity tube and it turns into a discussion about my presentation at home. It seems you want me presented in submission when at home, or something like that, I’m still not sure what that meant. I remember I was kind of confused and trying to avoid the thought of you wanting me to always be naked and collared or caged at home. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s crazy how fast the days go by! Seems like only yesterday I was posting that awesome picture of hands (mine and Boy Toy’s) on my boobs, and it’s already that time of the week again.

This week caught me a little unprepared. I had a cold, I couldn’t very well get naked, bare-skinned in the chill air, to take new pictures. But never fear, I’m not yet out of pictures from the good old nekkid folder hidden somewhere deep within my hard drive!

You’ll recognize this from my photoshoot a few months ago; I’ve posted images from the same series before, although not these exact ones. I thought these were especially fun, and fun is what you need when you are sick with a cold, in the heart of winter. Hopefully they’ll warm your hearts, as the memory of that photo session warms mine.

Happy HNT! 

Want to join in the HNT sexy fun? Check out the guidelines at Osbasso’s place!

Friday, I decided that this would be the night I finally fuck Boy Toy’s butt. It’s been over a month since I got my strap-on harness and shiny black penis, yet we haven’t used them yet. Life interfered; he was busy, I was busy, I had a bit of the winter blues and wasn’t feeling very kinky/dominant…

But a couple of weeks ago, I told him “You have two weeks. In the next two weeks, you have to find a time that’s good for you.” And of course, he didn’t. This fucking him up the ass thing really embarrasses him, it turns out. It’s one of those things that actually really turn him on but he’s ashamed to admit it, so if I force it on him, then it makes it OK and leaves him free to be totally aroused. It’s a little more psychological than that, even, in that what really turns him on is that I force my will on him. He loves the power play, the mindfuck.

So Friday when he called me up, I told him I wanted to play that night, despite having a cold. He knew full well what that meant: I could practically hear him blush. But as soon as I hung up, I realized I was sicker than I had thought. Damn! It’s one of those colds that you really feel in your chest. When I’m resting or not doing much, I feel pretty good, but the littlest thing will provoke this deep cough that hurts like a bitch. In other words, I’m fine if I just sit there but I feel like shit if I go for a walk outside. Read the rest of this entry »

Seems like Boy Toy’s back in the game, with two dreams this week only. It was about time!

I had a collar locked on, the one we use with the chain-harness. And apparently you had put me through some training so that when I had the collar on, I would follow protocols or something.

I remember that if I touched myself, before I knew it I would have this metal chastity tube on my cock, and I was trying to find out if, when I stopped touching myself and started again, the chastity tube would disappear and reappear.

Apparently, taking the collar off would take me out of submission or trained mode.

It felt like a periodic thing, something you did according to your own schedule, but you wouldn’t  say what that schedule was, and you were really different when I had the collar on, like much more in control of me, giving hard orders or commands, and I didn’t dare disobey because there was something about punishments.

I also remember various things like being in collared mode and bending over the corner of a large table to be punished. I had to stand on my toes, with legs spread, for a humiliating spanking, and I was thinking “I wish the collar wasn’t on right now”. You were demanding that I hold that position for a while after punishment so as to make me realize that I fucked up or something.

Then the collar was off and I was trying to remember the rules, and wondering if I could only remember them when it was on or while I was in sub-space.

Then the collar is back on, I’m stripped, and you’re telling me something along the lines that I was bred or trained to submit, and I’m kinda trying to disagree and you’re asking me why I’m wet then, or why I’m being submissive right now.

It’s HNT time, and as luck would have it, I had Boy Toy take a few pictures of scantily clad me last weekend. Remember how I shot a few photos of naked, kneeling Boy Toy Sunday? Well what I didn’t tell you is that once I had satisfied my need for hot images of my submitting boy, and his 10 minutes were up, I handed him the camera.

I love having new pictures to show you!

Happy HNT!

Want to join in the HNT sexy fun? Check out the guidelines at Osbasso’s place!

PS: If you wonder about the scantily clad bit, well, I AM wearing hands.

Since I haven’t had much to write about of late, I decided to find my inspiration elsewhere. The results? My very first TMI Tuesday!

1. What do you think is the un-sexiest part of the body?

Strange but I really had to think about this one. I thought over every part of Boy Toy’s body and I must admit I got side-tracked a couple of times… In the end, I decided that I don’t particularly like the inside of ears or nose, or the weird little knob of flesh that covers the very tip of the elbow. Boy Toy’s big toe also gets a special mention, for his fucked up nail.

2. Toilet paper: over, under, or what the hell are you talking about?

I know it’s supposed to go over, but I really don’t care about it at all. I have a distinct memory of a once boyfriend telling me it was supposed to be OVER but he liked it better under and so that’s how he’d put it. That was the first time I ever knew it was supposed to matter! I must have been around 17 or 18.

3. Have you ever called in sick to stay in bed with a sexual partner?

No. I’m too much of a good girl for that  

4. Did your parents have a “birds & bees” talk with you? If so, at what age?

Apparently, yes! I don’t remember it, but my mom actually told me, over the holidays, that I asked her where babies come from when I was a child, and that she explained it to me. I have no clue how old I was.

5. What is one thing a someone could do to you to rock your world?

Rock my world. Sexually? Well, I love, love, love when Boy Toy goes down on me. He’s damn good with his tongue, that boy. He’s given me a new appreciation for the activity.

Bonus (as in optional): What does sex mean to you?

Now, THIS is a hard one. I will not be so beautifully eloquent as Ms I. about it, I’m afraid. And I find I am having difficulty detaching this question from Boy Toy. After all, he’s the only person I’ve had sex with in over a year and a half.

Sex is connection and closeness. Lust and arousal. And it’s letting go. Letting myself be naughty, sensual, sometimes dirty. Freedom. It’s sharing my body, giving and receiving pleasure.

That’s the best I can come up with

A few weeks ago, I wrote that I was going through something of a dry spell. That Boy Toy and I weren’t having much sex, that I wasn’t feeling much inspired to write.

The situation hasn’t changed a whole lot since.

In fact, I feel kind of out of control. Over myself and over Boy Toy. Winter and hormones have been hitting pretty hard and let’s just say that the last few weeks have been an emotional roller coaster for me. I try – and fail – not to impose it on Boy Toy, who is so totally different than me he has a hard time getting me (I blame this on the fact that he is a boy and I am a girl). I try not to lash out, not to say anything, not to ask for reassurance, because I know it’s such a mess in my head, it can’t possibly make sense to him when I blurt it out. It would be much better if I waited until it made sense to me, so I could explain it properly. And so I could tell him exactly what it is I want. As it is, I start with saying something is wrong and by the end of the conversation, I’ve asked him 10 different things and we’ve both lost track. Yeah, out of control…

It’s hard to be very kinky when you feel like this, so not much has been going on there. I haven’t even tried my new strap-on yet. We have sex, just not quite as often as usual and mostly it’s shower sex (quite nice). But I’ve kinda let kink go. I feel like I’ve lost that control and I don’t like it. But he’s been especially busy too, so it seems we’re both just not in the mood. Read the rest of this entry »