I emailed BT during the day yesterday and asked if he’d be free for half an hour to an hour in the evening. This is me trying out different approaches: asking in advance if he’s available, providing him with an idea of the duration and giving him the opportunity to say “No, tomorrow’s better.” In the past, I might have made my little naughty plans then spring them on him, only to get turned down and feel absolutely crushed. Because hey, how could he refuse kinky sex with me?

So it’s a learning process. In this case, it worked; he did have a bit of free time in the evening. He asked me if it was for HNT pictures. It wasn’t, but I thought it would make a nice addition…

I got home from work and we ate, then I asked if he was still available for a bit of downtime with me. He said he had a few things to finish and we agreed to meet again at 7.

At 6:45, I got up and closed all the curtains. I went through our toy box and selected a collar and some handcuffs, which I set aside for later use. I then went to the bathroom and stripped down to my underwear. Finally ready, I went back to my little computer corner and sat down, waiting for BT. When he showed up a couple of minutes later, he gave my barely clad body an appreciative look and immediately made a comment about what I was wearing. I took the advantage to point out that he was way too dressed and that I wanted him naked. “Naked naked?” he asked. Well, yeah!

While he was taking off his clothes, I grabbed the collar. I waited until he was nude, then I put it around his neck. Next came the handcuffs. He didn’t question, he put his hands behind his back and I restrained him. He can be quite well behaved.

I sat down on the couch and dropped a cushion on the floor in front of me. He knew enough to kneel on it, without needing to be told. I moved closer to him and grabbed his cock, which went from flaccid to f*cking hard in about 3 seconds. Excellent!

I rubbed a bit, then brought my lips close to his ear and whispered “Don’t you dare cum!” Of course, I was aware that this alone would probably bring him even closer to the edge. He was dripping profusely, enough that it started acting as a lubricant and making my job that much easier.

All of a sudden, my phone, which was next to me on the arm of the couch, started ringing. I looked at it and said “I won’t get that.” But after a couple of rings, I changed my mind. I decided that taking the call while still fondling my handcuff Boy Toy would be pretty hot. So I answered. It was my cell phone provider, trying to sell me some sort of new service (GAH!). The guy started by asking me how I was doing, trying to make conversation before offering me anything, so it was a few moments before I could reasonably say “Not interested” and hang up, all the while jerking BT off.

By then, he was pretty lost, begging me to let him cum. Instead, I stopped, because I knew he couldn’t hold it much longer. I removed my panties and sat back, wanting him to go down on me. When he saw that, he thrust his cock forward and said something like, why not fuck instead? I sat forward again and quickly guided him in, let him thrust once or twice, then backed off. I knew this was all he could take.

He really CAN be a good boy: as soon as I sat back, he went right down on me. It felt amazing but I was a bit distracted, my shoulder and back were hurting me. I think I pulled something this weekend. I don’t know if it’s the same for guys, or even other girls, but I can’t really cum if I’m distracted. But I wanted my orgasm, so I resorted to a different tactic. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me, grinding my pussy on his mouth. That worked beautifully.

BT’s work was done. I got up, picked up a washcloth in the bathroom and wiped his mouth, which was dripping with my juices. Then I uncuffed him and we sat together for a few minutes, relaxing. He told me he wasn’t sure he could hold until Friday. I felt a little bad, since I am punishing him for breaking a “rule” I didn’t really establish first, so I told him if he was really, really good, I might let him cum before then. He said he was good now (which was true) but I still want to make him wait a bit… This is just too much fun.

We took a few pictures for HNT, then he went back to work.

Today, he wrote again that he really needed to cum soon, that just rubbing on the bedsheets this morning brought him close to bursting. Oh, how I love his desperation and begging!

Friday night, Boy Toy and I had a nice supper together, along with good wine and good conversation. We cooked cedar plank salmon (you have GOT to try it!) with a side dish of carrots glazed with balsamic vinegar and butter. (Cooking delicious food is such an important part of our life, and even our relationship, that I’ve decided to share some of our favorite recipes…)

So we ate and talked. Then we moved on to the couch, where we talked some more. After a while, I laid down and put my head on his lap, and he put his hand in my pants. He started playing around with his finger, then asked “Is this the spot?” I laughed and teased him, telling him that after 2 years and a half, he sure should know where my clitoris is… But the truth is, he was slightly off. This just goes to show how rarely he uses his fingers only on me. It’s usually intercourse or his tongue, which do the job beautifully, thank you.

I put my hand over his, guiding his finger to just the right little spot, and I found myself suddenly buckling under the onslaught of sensation. Boy Toy continued exploring, using my body’s reactions to guide him, with my occasional suggestions, until I came nice and hard. A nice, intimate moment which was interrupted by his phone ringing: his friend wanted to know if he’d come hang out.

Boy Toy told him he would “check with the boss”. He put the phone aside and asked me if he could go. This is when I remembered that he told me, a few days before, that he was ready to get back into kinky stuff. I also thought back to our conversation just before, when we’d been talking about properly “training” him. I has asked him if some of his exes trained him, and how. He wasn’t very elaborate on this one, implying that it should be up to me.

I took a quick decision and told him: “You can go, but if you go, you get no orgasm for a week.” After all, he was cutting our nice evening together short, AND he forgot to invite me along to his friend’s. You see, I kinda want to teach him thoughtfulness. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t really want to go and quite enjoyed having some time to myself. He still didn’t think of me, and, well, I just love denying him. The fact that his last orgasm was about a week before only adds to the fun, really.

He cringed but took the phone back and told his friend he’d be on his way soon. I guess he REALLY wanted out of the house

Next morning, in the shower together, I made sure to get him as close to cuming as I could. He was VERY hard and begged me to let him cum. I would gently massage his cock, going faster and faster until I felt he was on the verge, and then I’d stop. I was behind him, with my arms wrapped around his strong, muscular body. After a while, he turned towards me and tried finding a position in which we could fuck, which is not exactly easy standing in the shower, facing each other. He managed it for a bit, until I stopped him because it was just too arduous. I turned my back to him and took his hand, guiding him between my legs.

This is something I really enjoy, feeling his body enveloping me, one hand working on my clit, the other busy pinching my nipple (I’ve realized since I’m with Boy Toy that I really like getting my nipples pinched when I’m horny). I usually feel his hard cock between my legs, sometimes fucking, sometimes not. This time, we weren’t fucking; this was for me, not him. That thought alone got me quite excited and it wasn’t long at all before I came.

Earlier today, I asked him if he was itching to cum, yet, and he said “Don’t mention it!!! It’s been on my mind.”

This should be an interesting week!

I am seriously considering having Boy Toy serve me for a one week term, very soon. Might even take him for two weeks, since he owes me as much.

While I am toying with the notion, I’m coming up with a few ideas of things to have him do during his service. I’m thinking of assignments, perhaps one assignment a day. It could be a different one every day, which I would only reveal at the time he has to perform his task, or it could be a list of 3 or 4 tasks which he would have to memorize. I could then say something like “Ok, time for your daily task. Go ahead and do number 3.” Forgetting what said number stands for would grant him punishment. I wonder which is hotter, for a submissive? I imagine it depends on one’s personal preferences, but if anyone has an opinion, I’d love to read it. For me, both sound hot.

Then there is the idea of imposing a certain appearance or posture. When I come home from work, he is almost invariably upstairs working on his computer. There might be something there… Like having to come downstairs to greet me (which he doesn’t always do, sometimes he’s deep in his code). I think I’d like him to come kneel in front of me and stay in position until I release him. Or something. Yeah, this is definitely a possibility.

As for appearance, it could be a piece of clothing, but preferably a collar or wrist restraints which lock. A little tricky however, because he might have to get out of the house for errands during the day. We do have this slave collar that’s not too hardcore. Maybe it’s a little feminine for my manly Boy Toy, though. We have various cock and ball devices, as well: the CB6000, the Houdini (which you’ve seen in my recent HNT pictures), a very pretty “designer” cock ring, an oval ball stretcher, and I believe he has one of these ball stretchers as well, which I’ve never used on him. I could definitely make him wear one of these for a while.

I might also like to have him exercise. Say, 90 sit ups a day. But while wearing one of the items mentioned above. After all, I like my Boy Toy to have nice abs…

Foot massages are on my list. Regular massages and pussy worship, too. I also kinda like it when he washes and shaves me.

Oh! I could tie him up and bring myself to orgasm with my vibrator while he watches, helpless. And in that case, there probably wouldn’t be any orgasm at all for him during his service. Gotta make sure he’s all good and worked up. Besides, orgasm denial is always hot.

Hmm I think I may even take advantage of the situation and have him do a real nice house cleaning. Provide him with a list of chores, maybe.

What do you all think? What do you find hot in the things I’ve enumerated, and why? And what would you suggest?

I have to confess to stealing someone else’s idea. Remember in my post last Sunday, I said that some blog posts I read gave me kinky inspiration and I was coming up with the beginnings of a naughty scenario? Well, I decided to make it happen.

The idea came from Sandy, over at Outside Vanilla, who was inspired by Thumper’s Belle Fille. It started with Thumper’s account of his Belle Fille allowing him to fuck her with the sole purpose of achieving his own orgasm. Sandy loved the idea of the “unenjoyable orgasm” and decided to put her own twist on it: Mykey was to get a forced orgasm every day for a week, by his own hand, while she watched. To add to the fun, he had to eat his own sperm afterward.

I loved the concept as well, and decided to put MY own twist on it. It wasn’t very different from Sandy’s take: once a day Boy Toy would have to have an orgasm while I watched. I opted not to make him eat his cum, though, because I seriously doubt he’d do it. It’s already hard enough just getting him to masturbate in front of me… Knowing he’d be difficult and might not even be able to finish, being very shy about it, I allowed for a way out. If he failed in his “task”, he would receive a spanking. Ten hits with the crop. 

I really thought this idea was hot and was totally stoked about trying it out. Unfortunately, it didn’t exactly turn out as I had hoped. Read the rest of this entry »

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

I go to Boy Toy’s a few times a week to work out, and last Wednesday, after my workout, Boy Toy offered to give me a massage. I lay down on his couch, naked, and he sat on top of me. He gave me a wonderful, erotic massage which ended with his tongue between my legs and as he was licking and suckling, I was thinking of how I could get this to happen more often.

It’s a hard subject to bring up, I find. I didn’t want him to feel insulted or pressured, I just wanted more intimate moments because they feel great and I need this intimacy with him. The thing is, I find we let life intrude too much, we don’t make enough time for these fleeting moments of sensuality. 

I decided the best way to go about this was to make a new rule for him: he’d have to give me three orgasms per weekend. Sounded reasonable. More than what we usually have, yet far from impossible. Yes, this was definitely a good idea I was having while his face was buried in my crotch. Read the rest of this entry »

Once, when Boy Toy was my slave for two weeks, I had him say out loud that he would put on the CB6000 whenever I ordered him to. This was oh, maybe a year ago? Maybe more. It seems though that this is one of those things that burn themselves on a submissive guy’s mind. Boy Toy has never forgotten that I had him give me his word. Sometimes I wonder why he’s so obedient, when we have no agreement about when he should or shouldn’t do as I say. Looks like his good memory serves me well…

I do take advantage of it every once in a while. For example, here’s a conversation I had with Boy Toy following my last HNT post:

Boy Toy says:
the click through one is damn hot eh?

Elle says:
yah, and you know what?
that’s a picture of your owner
aren’t ya the lucky boy toy? Read the rest of this entry »

It was a lazy weekend. Work’s getting busy and somewhat stressful, which leaves me pretty tired by the end of the week, and my throat still hurts a bit from my 2 weeks ago cold. Friday night, Boy Toy was restless and needing to go out. I went to his place anyway, figuring I’d just go to bed when he left. I knew our friends would probably drop by but in the end, no one did. If I had known, I might have planned ourselves a little bit of kinky fun before Boy Toy went out!

In the end, we just relaxed and chatted. And when he left, I went to bed and fell asleep in a second. So much for the wild sex!

I did, however, send him a cute little email earlier that day. Sometime last week, Sully suggested I give Boy Toy some tasks in preparation for my first strap-on trial. I thought the idea was good, and I remembered it when I woke up Friday morning. I was feeling a little evil when I sent him this note:

Hey Boy Toy,
 
I have some instructions for you.
 
Today at noon, go in the bathroom, put in the butt plug (I will allow you to choose between the lion plug or the little black dildo I got with my strap-on harness). And masturbate until you are at the edge of cuming.
 
Then stop, and think of how great it is to do this for me. I want an email after letting me know you’ve obeyed.
 
Have a nice day!
 
Your Owner Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been having a bit of a dry spell, lately. Not really feeling inspired to write, and not much happening on the sex side either. We both work hard, we hate winter, we’re stressed, we’re tired… All these things conspire against us.

I would lie if I said it didn’t bother me. After all, I still have control of his orgasms, and it used to be that after just a few days of denial, he was totally aroused, could think of nothing but sex, and he would beg me for release. Not so anymore. What can I say, life interferes! But it’s ok, if it bothers me, it’s just my insecurity talking.

That being said, we did have something of a breakthrough, two weekends ago. You see, Boy Toy had always refused to masturbate in front of me. He felt way too self-conscious to do it. Didn’t matter if I ordered him to, he was too shy to do it.

And I just love a challenge. Read the rest of this entry »

As you probably know, Boy Toy and I have an agreement concerning his smoking. You see, I hate cigarettes. They stink. They are bad for you. They are expensive. I just don’t see any good in them. I’m sure smokers would disagree, there must be something they get out of it, but the fact is, I’ve never been a smoker so I just don’t see it. Yuck is my final answer.

Naturally, I want Boy Toy to quit. It’s a hazard to his health, and to mine too since he smokes in my presence. But having never smoked, I realize that I have no idea how hard it is to stop. How strong the addiction is (and I hear it’s quite bad). So I refuse to fight this fight. He’s got to stop on his own terms.

Still, there’s this agreement we have. I figured this could work: we bring down the number of cigarettes he smokes, getting him closer to stopping and diminishing the impact on his lungs, and it’s all done using his submissive tendencies towards me. Kinky, yay! Read the rest of this entry »