I am growing impatient; maybe waiting for Boy Toy to beg for my domination wasn’t the best of ideas. I’m starting to think he needs a bit of a nudge in the right direction. Ok, maybe a big nudge. In fact, I’ve been giving him hints and reminders aplenty these days…

This morning, Boy Toy was up in the greenhouse on the roof, working. At least, that’s what he was SUPPOSED to be doing: when I walked by, he was checking out the new items over at Extreme Restraints. I decided it was OK to stop and bother him for a few minutes, since he wasn’t really working. Besides, he had caught my attention with the CB6000S. I thought there was a new chastity device out there but it turns out it’s simply a shorter version of the original.

Then he came on a new strap-on. Suddenly feeling naughty, I grabbed him by the knees and forcefully turned his chair so he’d be facing me, rather than the computer. I straddled his legs and said: “Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I’ve used mine on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He blushed and looked down, but wouldn’t respond. I insisted, saying I wanted him to admit that he’d love it if I fucked him with my strap-on, that he wants me to dominate him. “You know I’m shy about that”, he said.

Deciding on another strategy, I undid his jogging pants’ lace and pulled them down, letting the elastic come down on his cock, which made it stick out nicely above the waistline. I started running my nails along his sensitive frenum and when he gasped, I pinched the skin there and asked my question again, a playful, knowing smile on my lips. It didn’t take him long to change his answer to: “Anything you want, my Owner.” Ahhhh! Much better!

His good answer earned him more exposure. That is, I pulled his pants lower, until the waistband was under his balls and pushing his whole package upwards. I continued my light nail scratchies, pinches and strokes, then got up, looked around to make sure no nosy neighbor could see us, and peeled off my own jogging pants. The clothes out of the way, I sat on him and we fucked. But I’d been teasing him so much that he came almost instantly. Oups!

Not a problem… I went to our room downstairs, grabbed my trusty blue vibrator and voilà! Everybody was now happy. Not only that, but I think I’m making progress. Soon, he’ll be begging me, you’ll see!

I hope so, anyway. I want my Boy Toy back.

We’re in the shower. Despite the fact that I told myself I would let him initiate this time, I can’t help it, I reach down and grab his cock. It’s already soapy, the slippery stuff helping my stroking and making Boy Toy gasp.

I kiss him, my mouth demanding, one hand still fondling him, the other firmly holding the back of his head. He fingers me, flicking my clit, making sure I get properly wet and slippery… Finally, he tentatively pushes on my hip, trying to turn me around. I graciously comply.

My face is in the corner of the shower stall, cushionned by one of those little fluffy balls you use with shower gel. I have one arm leaning into each wall, holding myself steady against the onslaught of sensations. He’s towering behind me, his tall, muscled body enfolding mine, his lips grazing the back of my neck, his fingers pinching my nipples. I can’t take it anymore, I reach back, take his cock and guide him in.

He teases my clit as he’s fucking me, and I quickly reach an intensely hot orgasm. Not him. The strain of this position on his legs and the stress he’s feeling these days get the better of him, he starts to lose his erection a bit. He slips out of me and I slump down, sitting on the shower floor. I catch my breath for a few seconds, then I clamp my mouth on him. I take him all in and hear a sharp intake of breath. As I’m suckling and licking, I keep one hand around his balls. I enfold the tip of his penis with my soft, wet lips then I lick that most sensitive of spots, the frenum. He’s fully hard again.

Finally, I get back up and get to work with my hands and a few minutes later he’s coming all over me, face buried in my neck, groaning. So hot.

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That was yesterday morning. After the shower sex, I jumped into those little shorts you saw in my last HNT, put on a tank top and headed for the beach to meet with a guy friend of ours, while Boy Toy stayed behind to work. It was a hot day of people-watching and sun-tanning in my bikini. Finally, a proper summer day! Then off to a family supper with Boy Toy and finally, the usual night out at the club. Add to that the before-work sex, Friday morning, and some more hot shower sex this morning, and I’ll say I had a good weekend indeed.

I often wonder how much I should tell others about our kinky side. A few bits came out at the family supper yesterday… We were talking about gay clubs and somehow, I ended up joking about Boy Toy wearing leather chaps. Boy Toy wasn’t there to hear this, so when he came back, I said “I was just telling my uncle here how you wear those chaps…” Now, Boy Toy DOES have a pair of leather chap, a fact I hadn’t mentioned. So he replied something like “Oh, those chaps? Yeah, we used to go to special parties…”

Oops!

Boy Toy doesn’t really care, he seems to think it’s ok to tell. And I don’t mind telling a certain gay uncle. But chances are, said uncle will tell an aunt or something, and in the end this will come to my parents’ ears. Food for rumors I don’t really want going around. I’m lucky enough to have a very open family, but still…

Then later, when we were hanging out with a few friends, we enjoyed the company of someone we were meeting for the first time. Pretty nice guy. He noticed a few of the kinky pictures hanging around the house, though, and later, our friend C told me this new guy wanted to come to a fetish event sometime. Hurm. I spoke to the guy a little, I think he’s more interested in the looks of things and therefore, might want to limit himself to a goth/fetishy club, rather than showing up all innocent-like to a play-event. But then again, I don’t really know the guy so maybe he’d love it. But yeah, now he probably knows that we’re kinky folk.

It’s too bad that sexuality can still be somewhat taboo, especially anything that has to do with the not-so-vanilla stuff. Sure, things are MUCH better these days than, say, 50 years ago, and I’m forever grateful to have been born in these times, but I still don’t feel completely comfortable telling just anybody that Boy Toy and I are kinksters. It’s probably all up to me, though. Like coming out of the closet. After all, I COULD not give a fuck what others think…

Boy Toy and I let ourselves be dragged to another fetish thing not too long ago. We’re both a bit reticent to go, but not for the same reasons. I won’t speak for him, but myself, aside from being slightly shy/intimidated, I don’t really see what’s in it for me. I mean, sure, I guess we’re kinky, but my kinks are part of my sexuality, which for me is very personal. It’s not something I want to go to a club to do… I wouldn’t play with anyone else than Boy Toy, either. I wouldn’t play there, period.

Nonetheless, we decided to check it out. We did our best to dress the part, despite the short notice. This is when my PVC corset comes in handy… Boy Toy dressed pretty much as he usually does but added a collar and wrist cuffs. Our friend kept saying he might not be let in but we had no problem. Besides, I had a leash in my purse, just in case.

The place was pretty cool. Actually, just for the sightseeing, I thought it was worth going. Many were costumed. I imagine they wouldn’t call it that but it’s what came to my mind. In fact, I turned to Boy Toy and whispered “It’s like Halloween, but for sex!” Leather, latex, PVC, leashes, hoods, etc. I saw wings, I saw bare butts and boobs, I saw spankings and foot worship. Lots of eye candy; it was all a bit dazzling. We didn’t stay long though, the music just wasn’t to our liking. Too bad, I was itching to dance and felt pretty sexy in my PVC corset and skin-fitted pants.

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A little earlier tonight, we were sitting together on the couch. Boy Toy had his cute tight little jogging shorts. He was just back from his run. I love those shorts, you can see his shaft clearly outlined. And to think he goes out running like that…

I started distractingly stroking his penis through the fabric, as I often do. But usually I’ll just grab or touch briefly. This time, I went on long enough to get a reaction out of him. A sharp intake of breath which immediately caught my attention. Now focused on his face, I stroked more deliberately, yet still lightly. A tease of a touch that soon brought a hard and throbbing erection under my fingers, as he sat with his head leaning against the back of the couch, eyes closed, sometimes almost whimpering but not quite.

Checking the windows to see if any neighbor was watching, he pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. I think it’s the first time it had quite this effect on me: feeling the stiff member, its hardness, its heat, the blood flow underneath, the silky smoothness of its skin… it drove me wild. I mean, he usually turns me on but this time, it was… wow. Not fucking him was now totally out of the question.

I got up and closed the curtains immediately next to us. I didn’t bother with the others. I took off my pants and straddled him, taking him in my hand to guide him in. But not quite yet. I rubbed him against my lips first, luxuriating in the sensations, then pushing a little in, rubbing again, pushing in then finally, enclosing him completely in. I sat still for a moment before slowly, slowly moving up and down. Paused again, with him deep, deep inside of me. Started moving again but he urgently asked me to stop moving, as he was about to come. I smiled sweetly and suggested he think of baseball.

A few seconds later, we were both coming, together, intensely. I guess baseball isn’t his thing.

I almost never masturbate. I don’t know why, I’ve just always been that way. I only managed to achieve orgasm on my own in my 20s, and got my first vibrator a couple of years ago. I tell that whole story in a previous post.

I guess I just don’t fantasize and I rarely find myself aroused if I’m by myself. Lately, though, Boy Toy and I have been having a little less sex. The poor guy works insane hours these days and I don’t blame him for not really having sex on his mind. But it’s on mine.

As I often do before going out, I went for a nap yesterday evening. With Boy Toy working upstairs, the house was nice and quiet. I grabbed a book and spent a little while reading in bed, first. But not before I had gotten my wonderful blue vibrator out of the closet and left it near at hand. It didn’t take long for the book and comfortable bed to lull me into sleepiness, so I cast Otherland aside and snuggled under the blankets. Then I reached for the vibe.

Honestly, I wasn’t feeling particularly horny. I tried to get myself there, imagining Boy Toy’s hands all over my body, his tongue on my pussy. Hmmmm. I’m faithful even when I fantasize. I was getting excited, but still not very wet and I decided to just go for it anyway.

All I can say is, it really didn’t take long. Wow! I almost never use the vibrator so I’m not used to the feeling; the vibrations made me come practically right away. It was quite intense, too. I’m thinking that piece of blue silicone should always be next to the bed, along with a tube of lube. It might be seeing more action in the future!

After that, I slept really nicely. An hour or so. When I got up, I joined Boy Toy for a few minutes and he told me that he had just had quite the workout. “Me too”, I said. He looked puzzled, until I explained that I used the vibrator for a “workout”. He looked pleased and amazed, and said “Noooo! Really, you did!? Wow, that’s so cool!” I never knew someone could be so proud of a girl using a masturbatory aid. The worse part is, he was genuinely happy for me. Made quite a big deal out of it.

This morning, I was in the shower and Boy Toy walked in the bathroom, wanting to join me. I told him to go get the vibrator downstairs first, so I could wash it… It’s funny, he didn’t argue at all. This vibe is splash-proof, which means I can wash it in the shower without any problem. Oh, and it can be used in the shower, too. So this morning’s session of shower sex was agremented with some good vibrations. Boy Toy used it on my clit while he was slowly fucking me. The sensations built up quite nicely, it was hot, awesome, all of those things, until he got a cramp in the leg. Right when he was coming. So this morning’s session of shower sex ended with a good laugh. Anyway, *I* thought it was hilarious.

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.

Dear readers, I didn’t mean to leave you in the dark the last few days. Don’t worry, the storm has passed. The seas remained a bit rough for a few days, but with blue skies and bright sunlight making a shy appearance. Be warned, though: this is another of my rambling posts. Feel free to skip. It’s just good for my sanity to throw all my thoughts and worries and feelings in a heap of a post, and then try to organize them into something coherent.

I didn’t see Boy Toy much this weekend. He needed the space, and I needed to give it to him. I spent some time with friends and finally saw him at the club, Saturday night. He arrived later than me and when he did, I was a the bar chatting with a guy. A guy who was telling me about his girlfriend and his coming baby, mind you, but Boy Toy didn’t know that. But it didn’t matter, never matters with Boy Toy. I would love to be as self-confident as he is!

I was dressed in a way I knew he would find sexy. He walked right up to me, nevermind that I had “company”, and checked me out from head to toe. Someone behind him said something to him but he said “Not now, I’m cruising”. Ah, how cute. I introduced him to my new friend, whose name I had unfortunately forgotten (I’m just not very good with names). And that’s how the night started. The rest is a bit of a blur, I must admit. After my roller coaster of emotions, I indulged a bit too much. I remember giving some drunken relationship advice to other couples… Me, who can barely manage MY relationship! Read the rest of this entry »

After more than a year, Boy Toy and I still almost always shower together when I’m there. I absolutely have to wash before I can properly start my day, and we love to share this intimate moment.

The shower is small, it’s one of those shower only types with no bath, and ideally, there should only be one person in there. We have to take turns under the water. We’ve mastered this little choreography so well, it’s become a tag-team affair.

We start fairly innocently: after all, we’re in there to wash, there’s work to be done. But naked skin under running water… We’re talking trouble. There’s definitely something to be said about hot, steamy water and naked bodies. 

Shower sex is a favorite of ours, despite how challenging it can be. I remember this one time in particular, but it could be dozens of other times. We’re halfway through the shower, practically done washing, and I decide to experiment. I reach out and wrap one hand around his balls and penis. I mean, they’re right there, how could I not touch them?  Read the rest of this entry »

So, my readers have spoken (see previous post) and this Owner Friday, I had my Boy Toy give me a massage with a happy ending. I’m a little surprised that the less kinky option of the three won… Boy Toy was feeling lucky indeed, Friday night. Because of course, he reads my blog and he knew about the vote thing.

It didn’t matter to me which suggestion won. The important part was having Boy Toy come up with the ideas. I told him there could be no cheating: if I didn’t like his suggestions, if I thought he was trying for an easy way out of it, I would give him a spanking.

I was quite pleased with my idea. This way, I didn’t have to come up with anything for Owner Friday, which suited me just fine since I was so busy last week. In fact, I came up with the notion just before I had to leave on an errand. I quickly IMed Boy Toy, telling him to email me his three suggestions. When I got back home, I had about 10 minutes before I had to leave for the evening and on a whim, I decided to have you vote on them and quickly published my post. When I asked Boy Toy if he had seen it, the next day, he blushed. He was quite flustered at having his fate in my readers’ hands, which was exactly the effect I was going for! Read the rest of this entry »