I'm glad you stumbled upon my profile. You won't find my life's story here, at least not at the beginning. That being said, this might still end up long, but I'll keep it interesting. I plan on telling about myself and what I am looking for on here. Now I'm not telling anyone that they have to read the whole thing, but there is going to be good info about me on here. You'll see, I consider myself “one hell of a catch”.

     Now, even though I can say that I have a lot of different things I enjoy about the kink lifestyle, I can't figure out where it all began. I can tell you that I've always tried to guide my physical relationships into the direction of kink. From the beginning. Not in a bad way, I'm not a super-weirdo or anything. It's just that I've always realized that there is so many levels to physical and mental stimulation, that most people don't want to even think about. So I took the “red pill” and here I am in the kink lifestyle.

     So 'what and who' am I looking for? The 'what' is easy. Giving, sharing and receiving; knowledge and enjoyment. Wow that was easy, did it in five words.

The 'who' is easy too, but not quite as much as the former. I enjoy a conversation with everyone I meet. So if you have something to teach, or have something you want to learn that I can teach, we're already friends, we just haven't met yet. I'm also looking for “smart, funny and all that too”. What I mean is you gotta have a sense of humor. Because I will make you laugh. That's where the 'smart' comes in. I'm a pretty smart person, and I like to talk a lot, so I'll want someone who can handle that. Don't worry though. This profile might be a whole lot about me, but I don't spend a lot of time in conversation talking about my self. That covers talking and making friends, but what about “playtime”? For that, I am looking for people that have an open mind and shared interests. Unfortunatly, I don't have any interest in doing scenes with men. Sure, I appreciation of the male form, as beauty in it's way, but I don't want to play with men. I'm sorry, that goes for cross dressers and TV's too. I know it makes me a bit shallow, but that's how I feel at this time. I figure there is probably a set of circumstances that might cause me to change my mind later on, but I have yet to even imagine or realize those sets of circumstances. So that means that I wish to play with a females (or one who identifies as TS)only. I don't get hung up on looks either. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate “hot” as much as the next person, but I'm more about connection and mutual attraction. Let me put it this way, I've met beautiful people that I had no attraction to, and “plain” people that I would have stolen the moon for, had they asked. I think that's in perspective now.

     Now onto that part about me. Ready? Here goes.

     I won't say that I'm the most experienced sub/slave out there. Fact is, I'm not nearly as experienced as I would like to be. Sure, I've got a basic understanding of protocol and how things work in the BDSM world. That doesn't mean I can walk into any “scene or situation” and know what I'm doing. It's a good thing then, that I am an attentive learner. Funny, I use that philosophy in life too. Learn as much as I can, knowledge is power. If you want me to know it, I want to learn it.

I can try to sum up my experience level into two parts. My early experience was obviously where I discovered my love for fetish and BDSM. I call this the relationship/girlfriend portion. There was nothing wrong with it, but it wasn't what I was looking for. The reason was, when ever I would bring up a BDSM talk, I would always end up as “top”. Now yes, it was fun and I learned a lot, but I was constantly wishing to be the “bottom”. Of course I would bring it up, but unfortunately, there was rarely any takers. The other portion, I am referring to as the “exploratory phase” and so far, so great. I have participated in a few scenes and been to a few parties and even a munch or two. I have had amazing experiences already and gained an incredible amount of knowledge. About myself and what I am looking for.

     I've discovered that I am quite the masochist. I like to experience controlled consensual pain. That doesn't mean that I “self inflict” or enjoy it in any capacity other than the BDSM scene. I'm not into that. However, put me in the world of kink, and I am quite the pain slut. Now THAT, I do enjoy. As it turns out, I have a high tolerance for pain in that capacity. And no, that's not a comparison to anyone else. I just believe, that for my part, I can handle a lot. Did I mention that I enjoy it?

     I've learned that I love being tied up. The truth is, I've only experienced light bondage. A rope or two here, some cling wrap there and a furry set of handcuffs. I did do a scene that involved some predicament bondage that was pretty intense, hell it left me shaking in a good way. But I am still looking to find heavier bondage. More rope, hardware, cling wrap and whatever else my(our) twisted mind can dream up. Gags, hoods, masks, vac-beds ect. I guess you could say I want to try it all. I just realized, that most of my “fantasies”, consist of me being tied up or having my movements restricted. So yeah, the thought of being tied up drives me crazy with anticipation. Even now as I type this. :)

     I also know now that I enjoy being submissive in these scenarios. And the servitude that comes with it. There are times that I have felt submission so deep, I truly felt devotion to the point where I understand completely what it means to want to serve. That feeling was so thrilling to me that I am always eager to experience it (and serve) again.

     See, that's a just a few things I enjoy. But the full list is quite a bit longer. The list of things that I desire to experience is quite long too. There is a list that is shorter, short enough, I think I can make it the next paragraph. Things I don't want to do, or “hard limits”. Part of me doesn't want to put this in there but please bear with me. I'll try to make it quick.

     Ok, so I don't like getting cut. It's not that I have a problem with blood or anything, I have a problem with sharp s. I did a scene once where I was wearing clamps that tore my skin a bit and I did bleed. But that was cool. I just don't like being cut. Not a big fan of (scat) either. But pee is cool. It's not something I push for, but I don't shy away from it. Let's see, oh yeah. For the most part, I am cool with CBT, although I will admit, I haven't experienced it that much. One thing I know that I will not enjoy about, it is anything going into the urethra. It may be an irrational fear, but it's present none the less. Yeah, I think “terrifies” is a better word. That's enough “hard limits” for now. That's not saying I don't have more, I'm sure I do. I just can't think of any at the moment.

     Well, that's a whole lot of profile isn't it? If you did read the whole thing, then thank you! What did you think? I'll have to assume that if you did read it, then you have found an interest in me, or what I think at least. That's the funny thing, I have so much more to say (and share). About me, where I've been, and what I would do to fix all the world's problems. I have a lot to give, a willingness to serve, an open mind and a cute face. So drop me a line and say “hi”. Who knows, maybe you could show me something about the “red pill” that I haven't seen yet.

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     GOT GOOD PHOTOS? NEED GOOD PHOTOS?

       I have been taking a lot of pictures lately, and video too. I bought myself a sweet camera, and I have always loved the world more through a lens. SO my point is, is there anyone that would like to use my services? Take advantage of an aspiring photographer? There would be no charge. I only want to do it to 1)meet new people, and 2) practice my skills and develop them.

       I just want to make sure I am clear on this. This ISN'T an attempt by some weirdo. I am a genuine person and this is a genuine offer.

I Have Finally Made An Important Decision!

            Ok, first off, yes I have been absent from this journal for a bit of time. I have been really busy, as cliché’ as that sounds. I actually have been promoted at my job and my workload has doubled. You see how I did that? Made my job sound important? Well, the only people it’s important to is me, and people that like pizza, but work is work and I have a lot of it. That being said,

            I have made an important decision. Before I go into what it is, let me say this. It has taken me a few months to make this decision. A lot of thought has occurred for me, as well as a lot of research. Even a bit of input from others has been taken into consideration. I’m trying to say that I didn’t come into this decision lightly.

            I have decided that I want to find a Mistress to serve, and hopefully earn a collar.

       Not that I mind what I’ve been doing. I always enjoy meeting people and sometimes getting to play with them later on. The play parties and such are really fun and cool, and I hope to still do all these things until I do find what I’m looking for. I understand, the obligation and the dedication and the loyalty of what I am looking for and that’s exactly my point. I have always been serious about entering this lifestyle and this is the next step I want to take. I am ready to find a person that accepts me, and that I can be dedicated to, to the best of my abilities. I have always been fiercely loyal and now I am ready to do (be) so in this area of my life.

            As a final note on this, I want to say this. Now that I have made this decision, I am both excited and happy. I can’t wait! :)

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P.S. Even though I have been absent from this journal for a bit, I do still have more to add. More stories and more of my interests and thoughts about the different aspects of the kink world. It will just take more time to post. It will be there though eventually.

Taking a small break, a least from the journals, not sure for how long. Still checking in, just not leaving anything behind.

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Levels of BDSM Lifestyles: And what I think about them.

Note – I didn’t want to be misleading in the title. By levels of BDSM Lifestyles, I’m referring to scenes, sessions, 24/7, ECT. I might not list all of them, as these are only the ones I am aware of. As always, I welcome any comments as well as additional information. Also, please remember that this is written from the point of view of a newbie male sub, with limited experience and training.

Foreplay and Fun Time: I decided to put this first, because I figure it’s where most people discover this lifestyle, or that they have a specific kink. In the bedroom, with another, to increase the pleasures of sex. Furry handcuffs, scarves and maybe a 10 dollar blindfold. Maybe you have your gf/bf and you go to an adult movie store and see something hanging on the shelf and agree to buy it. Or maybe you enter a relationship with someone more experienced, and get introduced to the idea. Either way, I’m speaking about low-impact, clumsy, and amateur. Tie me to a bedpost and what not. I would imagine that one side enjoys what ensues more than the other.

What I Think: As long as no one gets hurt, I think this isn’t too bad. A great learning experience. Mutual and self discovery is important in every relationship. In cases, play like this has helped dwindling relationships. The important thing to remember is safety.

Sessions VS Scenes: For this section, I’m referring to the times when you’re not devoted to any one particular. You are pursuing the lifestyle at your pace. This is also the level where you start to develop trust in the people you meet and play with.

Sessions: Wow, I guess this one is kind of broad. In general, I consider sessions to be what you get when money changes hands. I’ll try to give a bit more details. First, I suppose one has to understand the difference between escorts and Professional Dominants or Pro Dommes.  Escorts, to say it simply, charge you for their time. They hang out with you for a cost. Having sex is usually assumed, although escorts do other things such as going to parties or functions with you or others will fulfill fantasies and/or fetishes. However, and this may not be true for all escorts, they might not truly know what they are doing, when you ask it of them. Something to consider when one is looking for an outlet to that erotic asphyxiation fetish they have. Then you have Pro Dommes. Again, you can be expected to be charged for your time. However, in this case, sex is not the motivation and mostly isn’t an option. This is a general rule that can be expected with a Pro Domme. No Sex. That’s not to say that the rule can be bent, but this is always at the Dommes discretion. It’s her choice always. Probably best to not even ask. If the Domme wants it, she’ll be sure to let you know. So, for the sake of this post, I consider a “session” as a meeting where money changes hands with an escort or a Pro Domme for a predetermined service. x = (time played) (dollar per hour)

What I Think: Well, I suppose I have mixed feelings about sessions. A person that pursues the lifestyle this way is limited only by their wallets. Sure prices vary from Pro to Pro, but it can add up quickly. And consider this. If a person plays like this and switches from Pro to Pro, they’re missing out on a lot! The better a person knows who they are playing with, the better the play gets over all for both parties. You all know this. So, that means that if a Pro doesn’t know you that well, they won’t fully take you where you want to go. And the same goes for you. Do you know how a person that you don’t really know wants to be served?  As for me, well I’ll be honest. This level of BDSM isn’t my first choice.  If I had the money, I would go this route until I found something that appeals more to me. I would try to be consistent in the Domme that I did sessions with. Then, the play involved would benefit and be more spontaneous. However, at this time, like you might have read in my profile, I don’t have the resources for this particular BDSM lifestyle. If I did, I might, but for now, I’ll spend my time learning and sharing my ideas with you fine folks.

Scenes: Well since I explained sessions above, scenes are a bit different. To me (and again I can’t stress that enough, this is how I consider these things), scenes are times that you play (usually BDSM/kink), and you don’t pay the dominant. At least not in the way I described above. Instead, studio time might have to be bought, or there could be tribute in the form of gifts or services. Cash can be a gift, but as soon as it’s viewed as

x = (time played) (dollar per hour) then it’s a session. So then, to me I scenes are all the other times of play. Yes, I understand that a “scene” in the BDSM sense is continuous play over any amount of time. But for the purpose of my post, scenes take place when the formula above doesn’t come into play. You meet someone at a play party and you do a scene. Or you meet a friend for coffee, and then go do a scene. Of course, people in the “higher levels of BDSM Lifestyles” do scenes as well, but that’s not what I’m talking about here.

Sessions VS Scenes and What I Think:

Well I already stated how I feel about sessions, with my “resources” being a factor but I am always looking for opportunities to do a scene and, even better, meet fun people and make friends. This is the level that I am currently in, and it’s pretty sweet. I get to go to parties and meet who I chose, as long as it falls in line with the protocols of the situation. I can also reach out to people through different online venues and meet people that way. I can talk to almost anyone you want (as long as I’m polite, which I happen to be) and learn or even maybe teach! There’s a lot of freedom in this level of BDSM lifestyle. Then again, as a sub, I yearn for a higher level of BDSM lifestyle. That being said, I hope that what ever level I reach, I am still given the freedom to keep the friends that I have met and hope to meet along the way. I may be willing to give up certain freedoms, but that’s not one of them.  If not, I doubt the situation will last for very long.

Devotion to One:  So you’ve found a person you want to serve and that person only. That person has found you worthy and collared you. You are “owned”. You have no interest in serving anybody else. You only want to do scenes with your owner. Am I making the point? I see the first part of this as just the loyalty and devotion. I don’t put 24/7 here, even though the term gets thrown around a lot. On this level, the slave/sub still leads their own life what ever they may be. They may have families they go home to, or they may just live by themselves. Either way, the sub is still responsible for themselves when they are away from their Mistress, and there may be certain “limits” during that time away. Chastity anyone? They may only meet with their Mistress a couple of times a month. Or even less. Sometimes the situation is that the sub comes when the Mistress summons them. Trust is taken further here. The Mistress trusts her slave and their loyalty. The slave trusts their Mistress for safe play and that the power they hold isn’t abused. From this point on, trust is in fact, pivotal. Contracts come into play here too. A sub and a Mistress may enter into a contract that can state many things. Some are simple, stating the ownership situation and the parameters of the relationship. I’ve heard of some slaves giving Power of Attorney to a Mistress. To each their own, but that is something I would never do.

What I Think: This is what I am currently looking for. I want to be owned/collared. How could this not be a great situation, a great level? There would be no more searching or fantasizing. I would have a Mistress to report to, but still have my vanilla life. Now granted, if I was collared, I wouldn’t be interested in “dating”. But I still have my friends, my leased apartment, bills and oh yeah, a job. That vanilla life. Sure, it would be nice to be rich and not have the bills or the job, but that’s not in the cards yet. So for now, the search continues. Rest assured, like I said, I’m patient, and a good catch. I’m confident in my chances.

24/7 and Live in:  For this, I’m referring to full time servitude. Poly houses fall into this category. Basically, you’re not only collared, but you’re required to live with your Mistress. I would imagine that most of the time, there is more than one slave involved. Maybe everyone would work, and contribute to the house or maybe their duty falls within the home itself, like a driver or maid. Either way, I would imagine that there is still the freedom to keep in contact with loved ones, but the primary focus for them is the household and serving the Head of the house. With this, there is not only an extraordinary amount of trust, but there are also rules, responsibilities and fairness to consider. Among other things too! It is not a decision to enter into lightly, as there is a lot of commitment.

What I Think: I think this would be a lot of fun actually, if I were to find the right situation, at the right time of my life. Of course, I wouldn’t if I was married or had some other serious obligation. I can’t say that’s what I’m looking for right now, most notably because I have room mates and leaving out apartment, out of the blue, would put them in a bad position. But if the right opportunity came up, then why not? Maybe for a year or two. I couldn’t do it forever but I’d still like to live it for a while. Life’s too short, and that would be one heck of an experience that I wouldn’t want to miss.

Marriage, Love and BDSM:  I don’t know if this is common, but I figure it does happen sometimes. You find a Domme (or sub), and that one person completes you. They’re all you need. There is no desire for any other. I imagine this happens to slaves on a regular basis. But what I’m talking about is mutual singular focus and intensity for each other as one.  Of course there’s dating and the forming of the relationship however that may happen. Then before you realize it, or maybe at just the right time, the word appears out of nowhere. Love. You both have fallen in love. Now not everybody gets married when they fall in love, but I’m talking about the love from both sides, for the most part. A normal vanilla couple to friends and family, but when the doors close and every one is gone, the Mistress steps forward and sub kneels. The true form of relationship emerges. And both people love it and each other. Doesn’t this happen?

What I Think: Well, I suppose this would be the “dream level” huh? At least if you believe in love. Some people don’t. I myself have loved then lost. It hurt a lot and I wasn’t sure I would love again. But time heals and maybe it’ll happen again. At least now, I can say that I believe I could. My point is there’s not really anywhere to go from there is there? If that were to happen, that dream level, I would be up for it, but then again, would I really have a choice? Do we ever, when it comes to the “L” word? I guess I’ll just wait and see, but enjoy the hell out of life while I wait.

Ok so I think I’ve covered all I know or think about this stuff. If I’m completely off base about anything, please let me know. I can’t make it right if I’m not aware of it.

Photos. I want some. Of me.

HA! I was hoping that might get your attention. No, I’m not a weirdo, at least not this time.

            I want some new photos of myself to post on here (CM & ). All I have on here are nice “vanilla” pictures. Sure I have a great smile but I want something more. What I want is pictures of me to post that aren’t “vanilla”. I’m not saying naked, or even nude. I don’t mean like that. For god’s sake, there’s gotta be plenty of those anyways. I just want photos of me that are kinky. Of course the “dream” version of all this would be during a scene. One Mistress and I are doing the scene, while someone snaps photos. I figure this is unlikely. However, finding someone that maybe wants to practice their knot tying or ect. And then taking some photos of their results would be cool. Even if it’s not a scene. So I’ll put the call out.

     If anyone wants to help me in this scenario, I would be open to the opportunity. I have the camera. I don’t have to be naked and it doesn’t have to be a scene. NO PLAYING HAS TO BE INVOLVED. Also, even though I have no interest in playing, or doing a scene, with a man, if a male wanted to help me with this, I would be open to that too.

So yeah, like I said I want some new photos for my profile.

Other things in my life…

     I spent a good portion of my night writing a long overdue letter. I wanted to write it for a while now so it was time well spent. I’ve missed talking to that person, and I regretted often letting the friendship lapse, before it had fully formed.

     I’m still working on another story. This one looks to be a lot longer than the last one. It’s not just “playtime” either. There’s more to it then that. It’s about a person as they come to terms with their fetish, and how far that fetish can go. It won’t be one for a while. I got an outline and the rough draft of the first chapter done. Here’s hoping it’s good. I’ll see about posting an excerpt in a few days.

Until then,

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             I'm actually working on another story and it has me distracted tonight. Still in the early stages, but I think this one (story) might end up kind of long. Not ready to give any details yet either but I'll keep any interest parties posted. I will say this for tonight.

           I've always had a specieal place for tattoos. I guess I say that about all my turn ons. But with tattoos can you blame me? But yeah, tattoos = major turn on for me. I actually have 4 myself. They aren't that big or detailed but I like them just the same. I plan on getting a lot more. catch ya'll later

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Woman’s clothing, and how great I think it is. LOL

            So I figured, why not? I wanted to talk about something really odd tonight. (Drum roll please) My thoughts on women’s clothing. I should note first, that when I say woman’s clothing, I’m not talking about all the clothing that women wear. At least not for this post. Look at it this way. You know how you have the clothes that you (women) wear on a day to day basis. The normal stuff. Jeans, sweats, pj’s ect, that’s good and all, but that’s not what I’m not talking about here. When I say “woman’s clothes” on this post, I mean, more or less, the “I want to feel and or look really hot” clothes. You know, the stuff you wear when you go to the club or when you go to bed but don’t plan on sleeping at all. Yeah, that stuff that comes to mind, is what I am referring to.

            Now that I have you in the mind set, I’ll say next that I appreciate hot clothes on a woman as much as anyone, if not more so. I say that as a point of preference but also to say that I appreciate the beauty of it. I’ve heard people say not to judge a book by its cover. I couldn’t agree more and I am glad that I don’t judge. To add to it though, I will say that I appreciate beautiful cover art on the book (not judge it), and it makes the anticipation for what’s inside all the better. That being said, I can get on to the point of this post.

            The idea of me wearing woman’s clothes and how I feel about it.

            Well, in general, I think the thought of “it” is a lot of fun. I will say that I have no wish to “change or transform on a permanent basis”, but I have no problem with those that chose to do that. I don’t really want to “go public” with it either, but behind closed doors, is a different story.

            I guess I don’t mind admitting on here, that I have tried it alone. Ok, I’ve bought a few pieces of lingerie and tried it on at home by myself. I was happy at the way it felt. For some reason, it felt really nice and I enjoyed it. It was a satin corset with garters and stockings.  I also bought a cheap latex dress and stockings and even though I didn’t keep them long, it was kind of kinky in its own way.

            My point is this, even though I have no interest in wearing those things in public, for a sexual encounter or one in the “kink” lifestyle would be an absolute blast. I could see myself, going to visit a Mistress to have her inform me that she wanted me to be a “girl” for our visit. It would be fun wearing just a piece or two of lingerie. Then again, I also think it would be fun to have a Mistress make me go “in full character”. Again, not permanently, but for a little while it would be crazy, in a good way. The lingerie, and the outer clothing (maybe a low key look or a hot slutty club wear look), even the wig and make up would be (dare I say, as a straight male) fun. I don’t think I’m weird for all this and I’ll even bet that I’m not the only one.  For me though, it’s all eager anticipations for the future. J  I can also say that I have learned something. All the times in the past, when some would wear lingerie for me, it wasn’t just all for me. Or to say, the person that see’s them. I realize now that when you wear things that make you look that good, you also do it for yourselves, because it feels good to wear on so many levels. That’s awesome!

            Anyways, that was my jumble of thoughts for the day. Until next time,

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Her Lucky Toy Pt 9 (of 9)

         Mistress then took Sam by the waist and started to guide her movements. Back and forth, grinding tighter to my face. Sam had already begun to moan, the jolts starting to move through my insides. Mistress knew what she was doing too. With each motion, she guided Sam closer to the explosive oblivion. In what felt like seconds, Sam was already there, her screams sending impulses tearing through my body. I opened my eyes.

           Mistress was now holding tight to Sam with one of her arms and with the other I saw that she was now holding a vibrating wand. I could see that it was already switched on as Mistress brought it around Sam’s body and start to tease Sam’s clit with the white ball on top. Sam was already screaming, but I could tell now how Mistress was using the vibrator on her, by the way her screams were coming out.

After a couple minutes, Mistress grew tired of teasing Sam with the vibrator. I could feel Mistress stop moving, and then a moment later Sam herself started to shake, as if she were hooked up to electricity. I realized then, that Mistress was just holding the vibrator right on Sam’s clitoris and wasn’t allowing her to shake it off. Sam tried to put up a fight at first, but gave up too quickly to be convincing. Sam stated to moan, that quickly turned into her screams of pleasure. She had started to cum again, which was exactly what Mistress had intended. With each scream, another jolt let loose in my body. I felt like I wanted to leap out of my skin through my navel. I just kept my eyes closed, shut down my mind and waited.

               I’m not sure how long we all were in that twisted mess of lust and forced orgasms. It could have been five minutes or three hours. As soon as it seem like we had just gotten started, I felt Mistress and Sam stop moving and everything become quiet. I heard Mistress switch off her vibrating wand and then I opened my eyes in time to see her reach around to the front of Sam and switch off the sound box. I breathed a sigh of relief even though my body was still twitching.

          Mistress stood up and reached down to help Sam, still trembling herself, to her feet. She was careful as she slid up and off the dildo. Mistress held Sam up as it took a moment for her to steady herself. She still had the mask on. Mistress looked down at me and spoke again, thought for the first time, the probe inside me didn’t go off.

          “I’m sure now that you realize that there was nothing about anything that just happened that was for your benefit. I set it all up as a way of rewarding Sam for something that she has done well. I made her use you like a tool or a toy!” She paused to giggle again. “I bet you think you’re still the luck one.”

        Then guiding Sam by the waist, her and Mistress walked away. As I watched them go, as far as I could, I couldn’t help agreeing with Mistress. After everything that had just happened I still thought I was the lucky one!

THE END ... for now.

         Ok, wow just a little something that I had on my mind. I freely admit that I haven't myself experienced most of what I have written here, it is a major fantasy and on my fetish to do list. Hope you had fun! C - Ya

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Her Lucky Toy Pt 8

      By that point I could tell that Sam was starting to calm back down. Her screams had died back down to moans. I opened my eyes for a peek. I figured it might be safe to do so, assuming that Mistress might have gotten what she wanted and that the game was over. Mistress however, was no where to be seen. I slammed my eyes shut again, as another cycle started.

        Sam had started to grind with more pressure again, so again, I went back into motion from my end. All the now familiar sensations took over as her moans began to increase in pitch and tempo. Again, my body shook without control, but tied tight and stretched out along the ground below Sam, all I could do was tremble.

Soon she exploded again with screams and jolts. This time, her screams were louder and longer and the egg paid my inner muscles in kind. Sam had reached such a point of ecstasy, that this time she had juice flow forth from her, drenching my face. I wasn’t disgusted, but in fact, just the opposite. How pleased I was that Sam was able to reach this point of pleasure! I didn’t want her to stop. Again I reach sensation overload and all I could do was wait to calm down. When Sam had finished her flowing orgasm, the cycle was still in full tilt. I waited for the convulsions to subside.

          This time, instead of the cycle dying down slowly, like the times before, it stopped suddenly. I’ll admit, it was difficult to tell, my body was still trembling, like aftershocks of an earthquake. The pads on my skin, had stopped sending jolts, but the egg inside was still going strong. Luckily, Sam was no longer screaming, just moaning and sobbing quietly, each subtle noise sending light pulses to my muscles there.

            I opened my eyes and saw that Mistress was indeed shutting down the box that controlled the pads. The game was over it seemed. Sam was still rocking slightly, head moving slightly in her mask as if trying to hear what was going on. I looked back at Mistress as she walked back over towards us. I expected her to reach out and switch off the box next to Sam’s mouth. Instead, she walked behind Sam and took a step with one leg over my body. Mistress was now standing directly behind Sam. Again, Sam was trying to turn her head. She seemed to know where Mistress was. Sam still held my head tight in her legs, the dildo on my face still buried deep inside her.

          Mistress started to lower her body until she too was straddling me. With her knees now on the ground, Mistress moved forward on my body until she was pressed tight to Sam’s back. She moved her head into the space next to Sam’s head. Mistress then took her hands and touched both of Sam’s hands that were still held in position by the rigid bar. Then she traced her hands down Sam’s arms, around her elbows and then the length to her body. From there, she slowly ran her hands down the side of Sam’s delicate frame. Inching out front, and pausing in front of her breasts, Mistress thought for a moment, and then her hands continued down Sam’s body. Slow, as if she were teasing Sam. They made their way along Sam’s tight stomach and finally stopped at her waist. When Mistress had her hands where she wanted them, she pulled even tighter to Sam’s back. She then whispered into Sam’s ear.

     “I’m not done giving you what you deserve. You can use him a little more.” Mistress spoke loud enough for me to hear, but in such a soft tone, that the box in front of Sam barely registered. In another few moments in wouldn’t have made much difference anyways.

Her Lucky Toy Pt 7

          Soon, the cycle began to subside and again I opened my eyes. I looked for Sam’s eyes again, only to discover that to see them at that time was impossible. I saw what Mistress had pulled from behind her back. Sam was now wearing a one piece vinyl mask that tied in the back. The mask conformed perfectly to Sam’s head and face, over her eyes and then just covering her nose. Of course, the area of her mouth and chin was uncovered. Now, Sam with the mask was beautiful in a sadistic way. Unable to see though, it would be near impossible for her to resist the urges that must be flowing inside. Right before the cycle started again, I looked down at the dildo. As I closed my eyes, I could see that it was almost completely inside of Sam. Her legs no longer looked tired as they were now sitting down, getting more relaxed. In fact, Sam’s legs looked to be gathering energy to start moving again, only this time in the pursuit of pleasure.

           The fifth cycle was in full swing at that point, and like the ones before, it had a little more intensity. My body shook and trembled until it was over and I opened my eyes.

          My chin and mouth were nestled right up to Sam and the dildo was now deep inside. I could smell that she smelled sweet. Her legs had begun to get tense and tighten closer to my head. I realized that she was rocking slightly back and forth. Her lips had parted slightly but sound had not escaped yet. Even then, I knew it was only a matter of time.

The next cycle started and as I closed my eyes, I could tell Sam had fully succumbed to the pleasure. She was rocking harder now, trying to bring forth the sensations. Even as I twitched and shook, I realized that I was trying to move my head in such a way to use the dildo to help her. Part of me wanted her to feel the pleasure.  When the cycle seemed to end, I didn’t stop moving. All I tried to do was keep the gag moving to make Sam explode.

              The next cycle started, but it seemed different this time. As the power shifted from my legs up to my arms, it also seemed to be coming from inside as well. I realized as my whole body began to shake with sensation that Sam had begun to moan. She was enjoying the stimulation and was unable to keep silent any longer. With each moan, she grinded a harder on my head. I pushed back, trying to force the moans from her. And for each moan, the egg reminded me of its presence. It didn’t hurt, but it defiantly kept me in a fun, twisted agony.

           From that point on, I lost track of how many cycles there were, or even if a cycle was active. All I knew was that my body had become a conduit of sensation. Some moments would feel almost unbearable, while others would be only just tolerable. I tried to concentrate on making Sam feel sensations as well. My body continued to shake. With each small moan, Sam sent more small jolts through the inside of my body. I returned the favor by trying to help her with the dildo.

        I’m not sure how long it took, but Sam and my efforts were not in vain. With a sudden change the moan coming from Sam had become screams of pleasure and ecstasy. When that happened, the probe inside me seemed to explode on its own. A tidal wave of power shot through my core and then seemed to overload my mind and shut it down. The only thought that I could form was that I must be moaning myself.

Her Lucky Toy Pt 6

          Then as soon as it began, the intensity began to subside. I opened my eyes. The first thing I looked for were Sam’s eyes. When I found them, I could tell she was doing well. She looked confident, her lips still tight together. I looked down at the dildo and saw that it was only a little further inside of Sam. I was starting to think that I might be able to not have give in. I was thinking that I might be able to win this game that Mistress had laid out.

            A moment later, when my legs started to tingle, I was thinking that the ten seconds was up and it was time for the second cycle. I closed my eyes. One thing I hadn’t counted on, when I was thinking about winning the game, was that if the cycles were thirty seconds long, then ten second breaks seem really short. And given such a short amount of time between cycles, they weren’t really considered rest. Just time to collect a few thoughts before it all started again. I also discovered during that second cycle, that the way it was all going to work out, that each upcoming cycle, would feel just a bit more intense then the one before it. As I lay there, body in just a little more turmoil than before, all the pads going full tilt, I couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan. With the gag filling all the space in my mouth, no sound escaped. Even if I had made a noise, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.

                I opened my eyes when I was able to, even though I wasn’t even sure if the cycle was over. I found Sam’s eyes quickly, but this time however, there was definite worry in her eyes. I looked down again and saw that this time the dildo was more than half way inside her! I could see that she was starting to get tired. Sam’s legs were starting to shake. I looked back up at her eyes and saw that the worried look had almost turned into something else. Her eyes almost looked like they were pleading with me. I could see that her lips were starting to shake. Then, right as the third cycle began, I could see that Mistress had stood up and was heading over behind Sam. By then the cycle had begun, I closed my eyes.

             Again, everything hit just a little stronger than before. My legs twitched more, then my arms. When the cycle started in on my abdomen, I didn’t know if I would be able to resist much longer. It was the first time I realized that I might have to give in. As all my muscles were shaking for the third time, I realized that I might have to give Sam what she wanted. This would then give Mistress what she wanted. I realized that I might have to play the game, and accept all the torment. As the cycle died down, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Mistress, with an almost sadistic smile on her face. It was then that I realized that I never really had a choice in whether or not I played the game.

          I forced myself to look away from Mistress, to try and find Sam’s eyes again. This time, she wasn’t looking at me. Instead, Sam was looking forward, eyes half closed, not focused on anything in particular. Before I could look anywhere else, the next cycle had started. Right before I closed my eyes, I saw Mistress pull something from behind her back. Something black and shiny. Maybe more latex or vinyl.

        Again, with more force then before, the electricity sited spasms in my legs, then my arms and then soon, my whole body. I refused to moan or move, but my efforts were tested to the point of near failure. One thing I did take note of, during the muscle spasms, Sam let out a noise of surprise or disapproval. I wasn’t sure why she made the noise, with my eyes closed tight. I was however, very aware of the results. The egg, still inside me, gave a jolt that was a complete surprise to me. That jolt, coupled with the pads on my skin, that were all going at that moment, was enough to have my mind go blank for a moment and go into sensation overload. I was sure then that I was going to play exactly as Mistress had intended.

Her Lucky Toy Pt 5

      Mistress held up a two sided face dildo. One end, only two inches long was the end that was to be placed in my mouth. With one hand, she pulled the gloves out of my mouth and with speed I never expected, the gag was secure in place on my face, with a two inch gag in my mouth. I heard Mistress squeeze a pump a few times and the gag got bigger. When Mistress was happy with it she stopped. I wouldn’t be making much noise and I could still breathe just fine. I looked at the other side of the gag. On the other side, was a piece that looked to be six or eight inches long and slightly curved. I couldn’t tell how big around it was, but it seemed to me that it was big enough to satisfy most people on the planet. Realizing what was going to happen next, I knew I was going to find out.

            “I want the both of you to know, that once I set this whole thing into motion, I don’t plan on doing anything, but sitting back and watching. I am very interested to see how this all plays out.” As she spoke, Mistress was holding Sam by the waist, and was guiding her forward slowly, until she was standing almost right over my face. She continued, “I bet we are all going to have a lot of fun, but don’t be surprised if I have as much fun watching as you two have playing!” As Mistress finished, she helped Sam slowly go to her knees. When Sam got there, knees just outside my arms that were stretched up, I could see that she was trying to sit up as tall as she could. Mistress reached down to the gag, grabbed it at the base and aimed the long end toward Sam’s flower. Moving the gag just a bit, Mistress placed the dildo just inside Sam. Even sitting up as tall and straight as she could on her knees, the tip of the dildo stayed just inside her. There was nothing Sam could do, the dildo that was attached to my face wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she. Sam looked at me, right at me eyes. I looked back at her. It was then that I realized that Sam had no intention of claiming the gratification that she was granted by Mistress. I realized too, that if she did, she might make a lot of noise that would set off the box that controlled the egg, which was still nestled within me. I wanted to thank her, but I couldn’t with the gag in my mouth. I wanted to tell her not to worry. I did all I could think of. I winked at her. When Sam saw it, I think she was about smile, but Mistress started to speak and we both knew to pay attention to her, Mistress.

            “Well, I think we are finally ready. I am being genuine when I say this is more for me then it is for you, but at the same time, I do hope you two have fun. Ready?” She paused, but neither Sam nor I tried to reply. We just looked to Mistress, with intent to show her we were ready. “Good! Here we go!” And with that she reached over to the box by Sam’s chin, and flipped it on. Then Mistress stepped over to the other box and started the cycle.

            When the first tingle started in my legs, I decided to do everything I could to stay relaxed and not move too much. I closed my eyes and tried to count the seconds. It only took a moment to realize that, it was going to be more difficult than I thought. As the current to my legs got stronger, they started to shake. Soon I couldn’t stop them. I was still trying to count in my head but I couldn’t even tell if I was being accurate. Soon the power went down in my legs and started up in my arms. It was all I could do not to move my head forward and shake, when my arms started to twitch. They soon stopped only to have my abdomen start its part. I tried to tighten my limbs and when the impulses in just my stomach branched back out to my arms and legs, I thought I was going to give in and lose my mind a bit.

Her Lucky Toy Pt 4

         “That was the cycle. The whole thing lasted thirty seconds. Then you get ten,” She held up ten fingers, “and then it starts again.” She waited a few moments and I started to count in my head to ten. When she noticed that I had started counting, Mistress added, “Of course, that was just the test. It’s off for the moment while I finish setting things up. There’s still one more thing that you might have forgotten about.”

At first, I had no idea what she might be talking about. I was sure that all the pads that she put on me were in the cycle. Then it hit me. She hadn’t tested what was in me yet. The egg shaped thing that was put in only a maybe ten minuets before. Mistress held up a little black box. Again she was smiling as she plugged a wire into the box and flipped a switch on the side. Having done that, Mistress began to tap, lightly at first, with a fingernail on the box. With each tap, she tapped slightly harder, slightly louder. Even more interesting, I could feel each tap, as an impulse inside of me. The louder the tap, the stronger the impulse I felt on the inside. Then she spoke again, each word signaling impulses inside of me.

        “This little box picks up sound and that’s how it decides how strong a jolt it sends.” Mistress paused and said the last word with some force, to prove a point. “Understand?”

            I could feel the electrical force of the word when she said it, as it exploded from insides, but I wasn’t expecting it when it happened. I yelped, but quickly tried to nod my head yes. She laughed right after she flipped the switch off. “Good.” Then taking some black tape, she fixed the box to the bar that was binding Sam. Right below her mouth. As soon as Mistress was finished, she stepped back to reveal Sam. Peeking out from her blond hair, Sam’s blue eyes had a hint of worry on them. Her lips, tiny to begin with, were pressed together, determined to not make any noise.

            I heard Mistress pull one last thing out of her case, and then held it for Sam and I to see, the final piece of her game.

Her Lucky Toy Pt 3

     I realized then, that Sam wasn’t just standing there. The bar up there that I was holding onto for support before was now closer to the ground, and being used on Sam. The bar was rigid, and the middle was attached to the front of Sam’s neck in a rigid metal collar. On either side of her head the bar held Sam’s wrists. Sam’s arms were at 90 degree angles pointed up and had on latex gloves that went all the way to her shoulders. Her hands, now each a foot from her ears, were clinched into fists of cute frustration.

       This whole time, neither Sam nor I said anything. We just looked at each other as Mistress broke the silence with another giggle.

       “Now that you two have met, all I have to do is test you out and then the fun can begin.” She pulled away from Sam and leaned toward my face. Using her finger tips, she pulled the laced gloves off her hands. Smiling, she balled them up together and pushed them into my mouth. She then stood up and started to move toward my feet.

As soon as she finished her sentence, one word popped into my head. Electricity. I tried to turn my head to get a better look at Mistress, to see what she was doing. I saw her bend over and start working with a small tan box with many little knobs on it. She spoke again.

       “Now, when this all starts, I’ll have it run on a thirty second cycle, then it will power down for ten seconds. First, it starts with your legs.”

        As soon as she said that it started. As a small tickle that quickly turned up in intensity. Through the skin on my back side straight into my muscles; the tickle had quickly turned into thousands of blunt needles. Not painful, but gaining so much intensity that my muscles began to move on their own, a new special form of twitching agony. I would have moved my legs if I could, but being wrapped and tied down, all I could do was try to hold my legs still. The whole process couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds that seemed longer, before the needles started to subside. 

     “Now your arms.” Mistress was saying. As soon as I was able to stop my legs from twitching, I could feel the same sensations building up in the muscles in my arms. The tingles first, right above my armpits, moving all too quickly into the needles. Soon, I had lost those muscles and I tried to pull anywhere with my arms. Of course, they wouldn’t move. All I could do is try to pull my head forward and try to push my chin toward my wrapped chest. I clinched my teeth into the lace gloves. A couple of eternal seconds later, Mistress gave her final warning about the cycle.

      “Then your stomach, and then the end of the cycle.” Mistress was really excited.

Again, as the tingles faded in my arms, it seemed to travel to the next area of the cycle. My stomach began to tingle, that quickly spread. I thought at first that I might burst out laughing, but it never came. Instead the tickle spread out and down into needles of spasms. I lost control of the muscles and as they began to quickly shake, I moved as much as I suppress the impulses, but being wrapped tight all I could do, was tense up, and arch my back slightly. After a couple more seconds, I expected the agony to dye down. Instead, the intensity in my stomach remained, and the pads in my arms and legs both started up again! They all reached full intensity quickly soon all the muscles in my arms, legs and stomach were so far beyond my control, I truly thought I was going to jump out of my skin. As I shook and twitched, all I could do was pull with my arms and legs, arch my back and push my chin out, to try to suppress all the impulses, but to no avail. I realized that I was moaning. Soon the needles began to subside on their own, until I was almost sure that all the pads had stopped. My skin was still tingling so much on its own, it was hard to tell.  I opened my eyes and saw Mistress standing there again.

Her Lucky Toy pt 2

     Mistress spoke again. “Wrap him back up, and do it tight enough so the pads stay attached. Start from the bottom, and go up. Stop at his neck. Leave his head open and then wrap his arms, just like they are, straight above him.” Whoever Mistress spoke to was eager to see her pleased. Before I realized it had happened, my torso was completely encased in cling wrap again. I was still standing straight up, holding the bar above my head. I could hear something large, like a chair, slide across the floor then, someone climb on top of it. Soon, my arms were wrapped again, though this time they were stretched straight above my head.

            Mistress whispered in my ear. “Let go of the bar.” As soon as I did, the two sets of hands gently laid me back on my back. A second later, a rope was tied around my wrapped ankles and another rope tied around my wrists, stretched above my head. The next thing I knew, I couldn’t move my wrists or ankles from the floor. I had been wrapped up, stretched out and tied down. Not to mention the pads that had been attached to me and the “egg” in my rectum, what ever those things were for.

            “Now that I got you where we want you, I think I’ll take your blindfold off. It’s going to be bright so I’d shut my eyes… “She was saying as the blindfold slipped off, “if I were you.” Mistress wasn’t lying. As soon as the blindfold was off, I slammed my eyes shut. The powerful light still managed to shine through and with my arms wrapped tight above me, I couldn’t turn my head to look away. After a minute, I was able to open my eyes to a squint and the first person I thankfully saw, was Mistress.

            As I gazed upon my Mistress, I felt that she was the most beautiful that I had ever seen her. Of course, this was how I felt every time that I got to see her. Her hair, which fell to the middle of her back, was a dark shade of red, almost crimson. On her arms, she was wearing fingerless lace gloves that stopped just short of her elbow. The rest of her arms were bare, and her shoulders were as well. Then, below that my eyes found her breasts, perfection framed and aloft, with a corset. A vinyl corset that was laced tight in the front, and the back. I looked further down, and saw that Mistress was wearing a short, school girl type skirt, that was made of vinyl as well. Below that, bare thighs that lasted forever, and finally, knee high 4 inch stiletto boots. My Mistress was absolutely stunning.

            By then, my eyes had adjusted to the light and I cold see that Mistress wasn’t just standing next to me. She was working on another woman. One who was standing over me, one foot on each side my waist, looking down at my face. When our eyes met, Mistress introduced us.

            “This is Sam. She’s another of my pets. She’s going to be using you. Go ahead and take a look at her.”

            I did as I was told and I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes wide. Sam was beautiful, in a way that was disarmingly cute. Blond hair, bright in comparison to Mistress’s dark red and flowing just as long, down her back. The face of an earthbound angel. Her neck was delicate and all she was wearing was a tight latex tank top. Her breasts stood out from beneath the top, firm and perky, the size of oranges.  I could feel myself trying to get hard under my binding cling wrap prison.

Below the tank top, she wasn’t wearing anything, all the way down to here bare feet. I traced my eyes down the line of her pelvis, where it met her thigh. She had a small tattoo there. I expected to see a dolphin or a flower. Instead, the tattoo was a skull and cross bones.  I looked further down, and saw that she was shaved bare, all over. Her two petals peeked out from between her legs, soft and delicate. I couldn’t help thinking, that if it weren’t for Mistress standing there, I might have thought that Sam was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

     This story is actually a follow up to a journal entry I wrote on the fifth or sixth of January. Yes it is quite long, but it's a personal fantasy of mine and I tried to be detailed. Anyways, Have Fun! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
 
Her Lucky Toy pt 1

     Again, Mistress hadn’t been gone long. As she walked back, her boots tapping on the floor, I wondered what else she might have in store. She must have been able to read the thoughts on my face, because she gave me a hint.

            “We’re still not finished. Not by a long shot. You are going to have so much fun!” When she said the last part, I got the feeling that she wasn’t speaking to me, or herself. Was someone else in the room? I could feel Mistress’s voice directed at me again. “First though, we have to get you ready.”

            I could hear Mistress setting down what sounded like a large case next to me. I heard her open the box and draw something out.

            “I bet that cling wrap is getting kind of hot and uncomfortable. I have to cut some of it off, but I have plenty more.” I could tell she said that last part with a smile. I was still wrapped from head to toe, so I was happy for any cool air I could get.

            I felt some thing cold, like a needle or a knife; start to trace its way up my side. It started at the tip of my finger and then up my arm, over my shoulder, around my head and then down to my fingers on the other side. As soon as the blade stopped, I could feel the cool air begin to hit my hot sweaty torso. Then, with a measured motion, Mistress had removed the entire wrap from the front of my torso. Grabbing my arms she said, “Put these out of my way.” Instinctively, I placed them on top on my head. I could feel Mistress’s hand starting to lift slightly at my waist. I arched my back, and the cling wrap that was underneath me, was pulled free. My torso, which a moment before was hot and sweaty, was cooling rapidly. The sweat evaporated quickly, and all that remained was sticky. I started to squirm, but the sound of Mistress pulling more things out of the case beside me, stopped me.

            She was also speaking to me. “Now we add a few things, then we’ll wrap you back up. You, come here and help me stand him up.” There was someone else in the room! I heard another set of footsteps as the other person approached, even though they were light compared to Mistress’s. I could also tell that the other person was barefoot.            

            I tried to hold still as too sets of hands began to hoist me up. One set, which I knew to belong to my Mistress, were strong yet soft. I couldn’t tell if the new set of hands were soft, because they were wearing gloves. I could tell that they were not quite as strong as Mistress’s. Perhaps another mistress?

            I didn’t have time to think about it before I was standing upright, but with my legs still cling wrapped together. Mistress’s spoke.

            “There’s something above your head you can grab on too. Use it to hold yourself up.”

            I did as I was told, and reached straight up. At the edge of my reach directly above my head, I found a bar. I grabbed on tight.

When I began to relax, I could feel something being attached to my body. I couldn’t tell what they were, but the felt like large square band aids, and they had an adhesive on them because they stayed attached to me once placed. There also seemed to be strings or wires attached to each of the pads. First, one was placed on each of my arms, just above my armpits. Then, four total were placed on my abdomen. Two on each side, one on top of the other. I could tell someone had walked behind me. The blade, which I thought was put away, was being used to remove a little more cling wrap. This time, the point was traced along the back of my thighs, up one cheek, across my lower back, and down the side again. With a quick move, cool air was now hitting my back side. Two more pads were then attached to my butt. One on each cheek, at the point where they meet the thighs. I could feel Mistress start to slap each pad to make sure they were secure. When she was finished, she spoke to the other person.

            “Now reach around here and hold him open so I can put this in.” I could hear someone start to giggle that I recognized to be Mistress. I felt a pair of hands reach around from the front, grab a hold of my cheeks gently and pull them apart. About the time I realized what was happening, something was pushed inside of me. Slow, but with enough force to make sure it didn’t come back out. I tried to feel what it was. It was the size of a small egg, and it was cold so I figured it was metal. There was also a wire attached to the egg that made its way back out of me, to who knows where.

Queening and Facesitting.

     Queening. So I've seen the term used before, but I never knew what it was. So I had to use the google. (googling) So wait a minute, queening is facesitting? I think this is one of those OMG moments. And just happens to be a good topic for today. Another “weak as hell in the knees with anticipation” turn ons. Imagine with me... put yourself in my shoes, if you want.

     Laying on my back, bound to the floor. Blindfolded. Or maybe bound head to toe with cling wrap or latex tape, the only part of my body exposed, my lower face. Who knows how long I lay there. I don't, but I can't wait to find out what's ahead. I hear foot steps walk toward me and stop right next to my head. As I wonder where my Mistress will step next, I hear Her place Her foot down once more. On the other side of my head. I realize now that She is standing above me, right above my face. For the first time I wish I could see. If I could, would my Mistress let me? I contemplate this but am taken away from my thoughts, by my Mistress, who never needs to say much anymore.

     “You should enjoy breathing now, while you can.”

I know now what's coming and I can't help but get excited. My heart starts to race and I start to take shorter breaths. I know I should be taking deep breaths, but I can't help it. I hear my Mistress adjust Her position and I can feel my head trapped between Her calves. I think I can smell latex, but then second guess myself. Maybe I smell rubber. Then as my Mistress settles again, She sits down onto my face, facing the top of my head. An expert, She is already blocking my flow of air. Trying to get a breath, I can only smell my Mistress. She's not wearing latex or rubber, but I can't figure it out at first. Is it nylon or maybe knit lace? I am taken from that thought when I realize that I am starting to panic. Not bad, I trust my Mistress, but the involuntary kind. As I start to try to move my body, my Mistress leans back ever so slightly. Able to breathe again, I pull in as much oxygen as I can. As I count down the breaths I think I need to be satisfied, it seems that She is counting with me. She always settles down right before the last one. My Mistress is deliciously devious. I can here what sounds like a cell phone making a beeping noise. My Mistress is probably sending a text, telling someone about me and the position I'm in. Then I hear another set of beeps and it dawns on me. My Mistress is playing a game on Her phone. What if She gets to into it and forgets about me? I start to struggle to breathe again and She waits a little and then leans. I can hear Her giggle. She continues this for a while and then She stands up.

     “Well my game's over. But that's ok. You seem to be getting better with the breath play”

     I quickly try to thank Her but I think She's already walking away. She doesn't go far, and She is quick to return.

     “Now for another game. You know how to play.”

She sits down again, this time looking toward my feet. I can tell because of the way She places Her knees on my shoulders. As She settles down again, She allows me to hear Her voice again.

     “I have a call to make, so you'll start this way.”

She settles down again and my nose is immediately between Her cheeks, nestled against Her sphincter. My Mistress starts Her call and sits straight up. I realize that to play like I know how, I'll have to put forth some effort. I stick my tongue out as far as I can, trying to reach my chin to the sky, and finally reach my Mistress. She leans back a little more, just out of reach. So I try harder. Doesn't She know that I love oral servitude? This goes on until I hear Her hang up Her phone and set it down.

     “Now that was fun. You try so hard for me.” She changes Her position again, and I hear Her whisper in my ear. “You're not done giving me what I want yet.”

     She settles down again, in Her original position. I don't have to reach this time. My Mistress places Her flower on my lips and I'm in heaven. Does She know that this is my favorite thing to do? Not to mention that I think I do it so well?

     I trace my tongue around Her lips and around the hole. I try to do a light figure eight. As I start to increase the pressure with my tongue, my Mistress starts to rock slightly forward and back. I know I am doing well and that makes me happy and I increase the pressure a little more. When that reaches a certain point, my Mistress reaches out and grabs the top of my head, grinding me closer to Her. That's when I shine the best. I take my lips to the top of Her vagina and place them around the top. I suck in slightly, to get a better grip. When I find Her clitoris, I race my tongue along it as fast as I can. Soon, my Mistress moans in ecstasy and Her nectar flows, covering me. Sweet and warm. Her body tenses and I pause. When She relaxes I start the process again. I enjoy oral servitude so much, and pleasing my beautiful Mistress so much, I can do this for hours. I think about that and set about the task of trying to bring forth as many explosions I can. When my Mistress is finished with me, She gets up and walks away. I don't know if She looks back at me, but if She does, the first thing She'll notice is the smile on my face.

    Well, there we go. Not my best writing. I can't even tell what tense I was writing in. But I think I got my point across. And I know that facesitting, or queening, doesn't always lead to what I imagined. Either way, facesitting and or queening is one of the hottest, kinky things I can think of. Talk about exciting, even just to think about.

C-ya later.

Sub t.e.

 Latex,Vinyl and Rubber! Yay!

     Well you knew if I was actually going to write in this journal, I would have to start it off right. So, one of my favorite turn-ons is the subject. You know I might say that about a lot of these journal entries. But that's for later on. On to latex for now.

      Latex, vinyl, even rubber could be considered one heck of a weakness for me. Let me put it this way. For me to be in a position of submission, before a Mistress dressed all in latex or vinyl, I'm unable to resist and loving it. I know that from past experience. I think however, I would enjoy just as much all the other aspects for latex. Wearing it, for one, would be a wicked trip. I'm game. And the hoods and masks? I'm game for that too. Even the heavy rubber ones! One more thing comes to mind on this subject.

      Vac-beds. Oh my god! These things actually exist?! Seriously though. I am determined to try one of those things. I even decided to make one of my eventually, the more into the lifestyle I get. Of course, I like to build things of all kinds, so I'll have to add it to the list.

      So there we go, a first journal entry, of hopefully many. Short and sweet. Today we learned, latex, vinyl and rubber are freakin' hot and I'm a sucker for just about anything to do with them (it).

Until next time,

sub t.e.