I know the schoolgirl has been done and overdone, but when Boy Toy and I started rummaging through the house, looking for HNT inspiration, this is what came up. I’m calling it a series because I intend on posting a few more… But it won’t be next week, I’m out of town. Unless Boy Toy finds it in himself to do the posting

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It was my birthday, an occasion to celebrate. Maybe I celebrated a bit too much…

The problem with being a regular at your local bar is that whenever you don’t buy drinks, they give you drinks. That night, I went with a good amount of money in my pockets (or rather, in Boy Toy’s pockets, since my outfit was pocket-less), enough to buy a few rounds. The last few times, I had gone out without bringing much cash along and I still got several drinks. It’s easy, you just go to the bartender, tell him you have 5$ but you want 4 shooters, et voilà! Ok, I’m exaggerating. A little. 

This time, I wanted to buy a few rounds, pay back my “due”. It didn’t work. I’d buy a round of shooters, and the next minute the barman would offer me, or Boy Toy, some more. Seriously, we refused quite a few.

You can imagine the results. What a night! I had a blast, though. I danced and danced, moving to the beat and loving it. Boy Toy danced too and it was great. Many of our friends were there, people we love, fun people.

The end of the evening is a bit more of a blur, but I have a distinct memory of french-kissing a guy accross the bar. Boy Toy was right behind me.

Have I ever mentioned that Boy Toy is not the jealous type?

I knew this, I know this, yet I still feel a little bad about tongue-wrestling with this hot guy in front of my boyfriend and in front of everyone else… The next day, Boy Toy laughed at me when I suggested what happened could possibly bother him. I guess I worry about what others may think of Boy Toy, seeing this. I’m sure this is totally silly to him, must be a girl thing

I once wrote that I was getting used to Boy Toy’s lack of jealousy. I also wrote that I would never stray. Ok, I don’t think a french-kiss is straying too much, but nonetheless, I have to admit it seems I’m getting used to my freedom, too. And I’m probably more disturbed by this than Boy Toy ever will be.

I’m a little late putting up my HNT this week, because we just got back from watching a movie. I bet you can guess which one

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I’m starting to really like this living arrangement. Sunday, I realized I needed kitty litter. I don’t like buying it because the kind I get comes in a big container which is fairly heavy. I can manage the walk back home, but I do get sore and I’d rather avoid it if possible. So I asked Boy Toy: “Do you miss masturbating?” Because, you see, he’s not allowed to unless given permission. So we struck a deal: he’d get to masturbate once this week if he picked up the litter for me.

Then last night, Boy Toy was at a friend’s house when I went to bed. I left him a cute lover’s note in the bathroom, it said: “Hello Boy Toy. I want you to put on the CB6000.”  

So now Boy Toy is in the chastity device, yet he’s been given permission for one orgasm this week. I remembered this when I wrote the note, but as of now, I haven’t yet decided how I’ll settle that one. I might leave him the key one day when I go to work, with orders to lock the thing back on once he’s done his business. It could be hot, though, to have him do it at a specific time. In front of me.

Tonight, Boy Toy came downstairs wearing nothing but a flimsy pareo. I was lazing around on the couch and told him to take the thing off. It turned out to be a great idea, as Boy Toy was coming down to clean up the kitchen and he now had to do it naked. I sat back and watched him finish the dishes and clean the counter top. When it looked like he was done, I suggested: “Sweep the floor.” Without a word, he picked up the broom and went to work.

Next, I told him I needed a foot rub. I allowed him a little break first, though. Enough of a break for a cigarette and a coffee.

Finally, after the foot rub, I had him make a little something for my lunch at work tomorrow. I initially asked that he prepare my coffee for the morning too (it’s a programmable machine) but I took pity and did it myself while he worked on my lunch.

I’m such a kind, generous owner

A bit of an update since yesterday… After I wrote my post, I told Boy Toy about it. I didn’t go into details, I only mentioned that I had posted on my blog. I was too tired to try to explain it right then and there, but I wanted him to know I’d written something because I was a little worried what I’d said here might upset him somehow. I was careful with my words when I wrote my post; I re-read and edited several times. I don’t want anything I write here to be the cause of an argument between us and I want to avoid using this place as a means to communicate with him, despite how tempting it can be. Still, I felt the subject was a bit sensitive so I felt I had to warn him or something.

I don’t know if he read the post or not. He hasn’t mentioned it, and I don’t really see when he would have had the time to read it. We had friends over last night, and we went out.

This morning, Boy Toy woke up with an erection, as is usually the case. I had my back turned to him and I playfully spooned into him, knowing his cock would end up between my legs, conveniently aligned with my pussy. I was still half asleep but Boy Toy didn’t have sleep on his mind anymore. He started groping me, fondling my clit and lips, pinching my nipples, all rather gruffly. I didn’t respond at first, my mind still clouded with sleep. I wasn’t really getting wet, not at first, but it seemed like Boy Toy was going to have his way no matter what. I enjoy sex with my Boy Toy, so I simply let him continue, half out of curiosity and half because I was getting aroused, too.

So we had sex because Boy Toy wanted to and simply took what he wanted. A rare thing. I still haven’t asked him if he read my post.

I’ve been neglecting my blog a little, uh? It’s because things have been pretty hectic in my world. I’m staying with Boy Toy for a while and it involved a lot of preparation. Then there’s work, which is getting busier and busier. So far I’ve managed to avoid overtime almost completely, but in the next few weeks I doubt I’ll escape it. Still, even without extra hours the busy days leave me tired and not too inclined to write.

Things are good though. This little stint at Boy Toy’s going super well. We enjoy each other’s company without overdoing it, which is the key, I think. Surprisingly, there actually seems to be less tension between us, overall, than before. 

Unfortunately, living together hasn’t meant more sex. That’s the downside of keeping busy… Or maybe I just need to make it happen. I’m supposed to be the dominant partner after all, right? This is something I’ve asked Boy Toy about, but I didn’t exactly choose the right time and nothing useful came out of the conversation. Read the rest of this entry »

Boy Toy and I finally found the time to shoot a few pictures, tonight. But it was a close one: we were both so tired we barely managed to get the camera and sexy lingerie. We must really love HNT to have gone through the trouble

Enjoy!

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I told you a while ago that when I was away for the weekend and kept Boy Toy locked in the CB6000, he had quite a few kinky dreams… Well, here’s one. I still can’t believe how detailed they are. And sometimes pretty funny. The end is worth reading  

Apparently your trip didn’t just include visiting your friend, but also attending a “Living together as a D/s couple” course!

You’re back and talking to me about it. You don’t get into any details but rather, you get right down to business. There was something about putting me into the CB6000 before you left town. This conversation happens at the kitchen table and it seems quite detailed, I think overall I’m in the “you know best” frame of mind because you took the course and now you have all this knowledge. I’m also still in the CB and I think naked too. You have notes and are going through them. Something about me accepting our roles or accepting submission.

The overall discussion is that given what you learned in your courses, we were about to do this all wrong: since I’m submissive I should have never defined the terms of the trial, it should have been you and it should be done in full D/s, 24/7 style. The next part kinda makes sense in a way. You say I shouldn’t define what my needs are, I should ask you if you would allow them. I should ask you while in position, and there is a vision of trying that out.

Still in the same setting, you’re pointing to all the items for the move-in ceremony, they are all laid out on the table including a collar and what seems to be a more secure chastity device that seems to have a harness or something welded to it, as well as a pile of cuffs or ankle cuffs. These give the impression that ALL boy limbs are to be held in restraints. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s been pretty hectic. I’ve just been so busy, and Boy Toy too. He didn’t have the time to help me with this week’s HNT – which I hadn’t had the time to think about up until tonight - so at the last minute, I grabbed the camera and strutted in front of the mirror. Nothing you haven’t seen before

Happy HNT! 

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I’m staying at Boy Toy’s for a while and I’m starting to think this is going to be a lot of fun.

Last night, for example. We were eating when I was struck with an idea. You see, Boy Toy kneels for me, naked, for 10 minutes every morning. It’s a rule we have. I tended to forget a bit about it though because I was never there when he did it. So, while it was a fun rule, I didn’t get to enjoy it at all. Now that I’m staying here though… Well he could do it at night. In front of me.

I asked him if he did his 10 minutes in the morning and turns out he hadn’t. “That’s all right, I said, you can do it tonight.”

A few hours later, Boy Toy was sitting at his computer reading something. I sat next to him, a playful smile on my face, and asked him what he was doing. “Reading this thing here” he said. My smile turned a little evil when I replied: “You could take a 10 minutes break, right?” He blushed and mumbled what sounded like some feeble excuse. I said nothing, simply stared at him, and before long he was admitting that he could indeed take a break.

A few minutes later I was eating some cereal with a naked kneeling Boy Toy in front of me. I looked him up and down appreciatively; oh but how I like that view! I put the cereal bowl aside and went up to him, kneeling too but sort of looking down at him since his legs were spread and not mine. Looking him in the eye, that evil smile back on my lips, I reached between his legs and took a firm handful of balls. He gasped. I held his gaze until he looked down, then I unhooked my hand from around his balls and playfully, oh so lightly, slapped them.

Boy Toy made me laugh, then, by saying “Careful not to hurt!” I told him if I wanted to hurt, I would hurt. It sounded suitably cruel, but the truth is, it’s not something I usually do. He’s fairly safe on that front.

I continued my exploration of his body, my hands and nails trailing along his chest, occasionally going back to his cock and balls. I kissed him. It was just so damn hot.

I sat back down and when his 10 minutes were up, he said “So, I can get dressed now?” Wrong question to ask me. I had him stay naked until he went to bed, a few hours later. I was already in bed and it was wonderful to feel his naked body curl up around mine. I hadn’t been sleeping much at all until then, but as soon as he joined me, I fell fast asleep.

Yes, the 10 minutes rule will definitely be moved to night time. And Boy Toy will probably spend a lot more time naked than he’s used to. I think I’ll love it here.