I was promised "long and intense".
He forgot to add, "and trailblazing".
He arrived brandishing a brand new 100-ft. hank of rope -- because the one we have (that I'm always tripping over) "isn't long enough." (?!?)
But he was right -- it wouldn't have been. I was absolutely hog-tied from ears to hip, with only enough leeway for a finger-wiggle. I even had a rope around my neck. Loose, but enough to prove that it's possible to both hyperventilate and give head at the same time.
(ok, there's a phobia to work on...)
I was walloped by hand.
I was walloped with a coil of rope. (Kinda hot, actually.)
I was walloped in delicate areas that were previously flogging virgins.
We had chopsticks. We had rubber bands.
I was at the door, I was on the floor, I was atop the coffee table and beneath the couch.
The laws of gravity were blithely ignored.
And those little hot pink nipple suction doo-dads?
Well, they are turning out to be the best bang for your buck of any purchase I've made yet...
I was spared an upclose and personal investigation of the "can they be used on your clit?" question. But we made up for that.
I had to mumble around one wedged onto the tip of my tongue.
I wore them sticking off my lower abdomen at 45-degree angles, like quivering, chubby pink antennae.
And disconcertingly, I discovered that when used as directed and seen from just the right angle, they make your boobs appear to be wearing clown noses.
(Photos NOT available upon request!)
I think he missed me...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
S.N.A.F.U.
See, he falls off the face of the earth periodically.
And it makes me absolutely NUTS.
And I swear I'm done putting up with this crap.
Then he returns, with a vengeance.
And I somehow get distracted...
"BTW- have you ever put those nipple suction doo-dads on your clit?"
"Uh, no."
"I think you'd better try it. Tonight. With your vibe. Report before you go to bed."
*gulp!*
"Yes, sir"
Now, HE's the one who invoked the cone of silence.
Why am *I* the one who's gotta pay?
*grumble, grumble, grumble*
(*grin*)
And it makes me absolutely NUTS.
And I swear I'm done putting up with this crap.
Then he returns, with a vengeance.
And I somehow get distracted...
"BTW- have you ever put those nipple suction doo-dads on your clit?"
"Uh, no."
"I think you'd better try it. Tonight. With your vibe. Report before you go to bed."
*gulp!*
"Yes, sir"
Now, HE's the one who invoked the cone of silence.
Why am *I* the one who's gotta pay?
*grumble, grumble, grumble*
(*grin*)
Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Buttressing of Young Jz
I've had a couple of interesting conversations off-post about my interview with SP. One of the comments particularly struck me:
"the part I found most interesting was that he recognized things in himself so young, and that he accepted them as just "how he is", just like you two accepted it was just "how you were". I was clueless about myself and my sexuality - so I find it fascinating that others are more aware."
These words caught my attention because, although I wouldn't say I was exactly "clueless" when I met SP, I have always felt that, in many ways, he saved me. (Mostly from myself but also to some degree from others.)
While not totally without experience when I met him in my early twenties, I wasn't very far across the threshold, either. I was a very late bloomer and when you put that together with being both quite shy and fairly particular, well, you get a woman with an extraordinarily empty dance card.
So I'd had a lot of time to think about how I thought sex should be - but not much experience to measure it against. Plus, what little exposure I had under my belt failed miserably at meeting my theoretical standards. I was starting to wonder if I'd just created a fantasy that could never be realized.
But then I met SP and the whole picture changed. With him, I learned that sex could actually be what I'd always imagined. Hot, sweet, mind-blowing, funny, and with a totally natural flow. We never worried about if something was being done right or wrong, we just played and had fun with it, no matter how it turned out. Performance anxiety or hangups never crossed my mind because there was simply no place for them in our world.
Instead, what I got was a solid foundation of sexual ease and confidence which served me well during all the not-so-good experiences I would be put through over the course of my life.
Had I not found that bedrock with SP early on, I shudder to think of the knots I could have tied myself into over the bad stuff. (There was a lot of potential for damage in some of my experiences.) As it was, however, I was able to shrug most of it off with, "Well, this obviously works better with some people than others." It just never crossed my mind to assume any blame, because I knew that with the right person, I was just fine. Any aberrations were written off as bad chemistry or poor choices, nothing more.
So, I'm not really sure the acceptance that my friend found so fascinating was any kind of innate knack on my part.
I think he just caught me in time. :-)
"the part I found most interesting was that he recognized things in himself so young, and that he accepted them as just "how he is", just like you two accepted it was just "how you were". I was clueless about myself and my sexuality - so I find it fascinating that others are more aware."
These words caught my attention because, although I wouldn't say I was exactly "clueless" when I met SP, I have always felt that, in many ways, he saved me. (Mostly from myself but also to some degree from others.)
While not totally without experience when I met him in my early twenties, I wasn't very far across the threshold, either. I was a very late bloomer and when you put that together with being both quite shy and fairly particular, well, you get a woman with an extraordinarily empty dance card.
So I'd had a lot of time to think about how I thought sex should be - but not much experience to measure it against. Plus, what little exposure I had under my belt failed miserably at meeting my theoretical standards. I was starting to wonder if I'd just created a fantasy that could never be realized.
But then I met SP and the whole picture changed. With him, I learned that sex could actually be what I'd always imagined. Hot, sweet, mind-blowing, funny, and with a totally natural flow. We never worried about if something was being done right or wrong, we just played and had fun with it, no matter how it turned out. Performance anxiety or hangups never crossed my mind because there was simply no place for them in our world.
Instead, what I got was a solid foundation of sexual ease and confidence which served me well during all the not-so-good experiences I would be put through over the course of my life.
Had I not found that bedrock with SP early on, I shudder to think of the knots I could have tied myself into over the bad stuff. (There was a lot of potential for damage in some of my experiences.) As it was, however, I was able to shrug most of it off with, "Well, this obviously works better with some people than others." It just never crossed my mind to assume any blame, because I knew that with the right person, I was just fine. Any aberrations were written off as bad chemistry or poor choices, nothing more.
So, I'm not really sure the acceptance that my friend found so fascinating was any kind of innate knack on my part.
I think he just caught me in time. :-)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I Pause to Reflect
SP and I continued our literary conversation from the other day.
I confessed that I actually haven't read all that much Dorothy Parker, altho' I have liked what I've seen.
"Oh, you have to. You will SO recognize yourself when she writes of what she is thinking while carrying on polite conversation."
I can't decide if that makes me want to laugh or cry...
I confessed that I actually haven't read all that much Dorothy Parker, altho' I have liked what I've seen.
"Oh, you have to. You will SO recognize yourself when she writes of what she is thinking while carrying on polite conversation."
I can't decide if that makes me want to laugh or cry...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
A Conversation Between Friends
A number of you have been a bit intrigued by this man called SP so I thought it might be fun to give you all the chance to ask some questions. He graciously agreed to let me play cub reporter, I put out the call, and you guys stepped up to the plate.
Thank you, fair readers, for a darned good bunch of questions.
(And for asking about me, as well.)
Thank you, SP, for being a good sport.
(And, as always, amo ut invenio.)
It was an IM conversation so I rearranged a little for purposes of flow and clarity but otherwise it's pretty much untouched. (i.e., don't be after us for spelling or grammar!) The format makes it a bit long but just think of it as something to do besides watch the Super Bowl. :-)
Here we go!
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SP: Well you have about 30 minutes for that interview and I am in the mood to lie
Jz: How old were you when you had your first D/s relationship, experience, whatever?
SP: about 8 or 9
Jz: seriously?
SP: true
Jz: wow. details, please?
SP: no
Jz: well, roughly? not the down and dirty ones
SP: it was me, another boy my age, and a girl of about 14, who liked to be played with
Jz: did you both dom her, or just you?
SP: we both did - in a very childish way obviously
Jz: well, yes but the intent was there, I get it.
So, clearly you figured yourself out at an early age...
SP: maybe, but for the longest time I thought that it was mostly me and didn't expect that there was what nowadays is called a "Community"
Jz: did it bother you, then? That you felt that way but it seemed to put you off the beaten path?
SP: No, not particularly, I do remember that I regretted that there was no one to play with that way. But not bothered, just kind of "oh well"
Jz: Gotcha. I know that when you took me way outside my realm of experience, I just filed it under, "well, this is what he and I do" and didn't think much more about it. (Well, that's not strictly true. I thought a LOT more about it - just not in a worrying kind of way.)
Jz: So, what's your favorite form of kink?
SP: Well... my favorite kink is probably to make my woman fuck other men and women and tell me about it, while I either watch or participate.
Jz: do you like to torment her somehow?
Either physically or psychologically?
SP: I like to call her my whore, or when playing in public I like to play that I am pimping her, or buying her.
Jz: and probably make her wear teeny, tiny little clothes, if I know you
SP: yes, slightly inappropriate. Like no panties and make her pick up something with straight legs - yummie. Maybe have her talk to other people, stand really close to her and stick a finger up her pussy while she keeps talking. I also like to make her masturbate in public.
Jz: how public? like, far end of a crowded beach public?
SP: At a bar or out dancing... A restaurant is very good.
Jz: I'm never going out to eat with you again, btw. (kiss, kiss!)
SP: poor hungry thing
Jz: Well, if you decide to go the physical torment route, what's your favorite instrument of torture?
SP: the long thin piece of wood, what is it called again?
Jz: a cane?
SP: yes that is it - cane
Jz: ouch. I haven't had that one yet.
SP: and nipple clamps. A cane is very hurtful but it makes such lovely lines on a butt and tops of thighs. Then go out, short skirt, no panties
Jz: you ARE a rotten little thing
SP: very rotten but 6' 2"
Jz: ok, rotten TALL thing
Jz: so I can't persuade you to try my new personal favorite, the flogger?
SP: I am a pushover
Jz: a slut in your own domly way?
SP: exactly
That's the thing with the many soft leather strips, that can caress, or all of a sudden sting like a mother?
Jz: why, yes, that would be the one!
SP: I like that one very much too, more mischievous. I would even say that among torture toys it is the persnickety one
Jz: hmmmm... I think I see a connection... *bats eyelashes*
SP: you see right, dear
Jz: So, when in our 29-year relationship did you first ID me as a sub? (even if you didn't call it that at the time)
SP: That is hard to answer because I did not think in those terms. I thought, like you said, that it is what we do. But the sense, the feeling... I guess from the very beginning, the way you pressed your boobs in my hands when we kissed, and later the way you kept on wanting more and more really hard fucking (even though your room was actually just a balcony over the living room of your *shared* house)
Jz: you turn me shameless.
SP: Well, that is what I love to hear! And then I push you beyond that - that is really my game
Jz: You're definitely a pusher, it's true. Have I ever really put on the brakes when you'd hoped I wouldn't?
SP: Yes, I think so, but only fairly so, and don't forget that until very recently we never talked about ourselves in those terms. If we had had more of an outright agreement I might have pushed further ... In fact, I certainly would have, now that I think of it
Jz: quelle surprise...
Jz: Back to the ID'ing thing -- Once you did start thinking in terms of D/s, did you find you were able to identify a sub before you really knew her? BG swears there's a spidey sense that you develop after a while. Do you find that?
SP: Yes, I think so, but I don't know if that is a true spidering it out or just a mutual attraction that stems from that realm. The women that I find attractive generally fit that role - however, there are women who are subs and who I don't find attractive. Would I still get "the sense"? I actually doubt that.
Jz: What is the most challenging thing for you as a Dom?
SP: To remain creative, come up with new scenarios and games, keep it from becoming repetitive, as much as the good old classics are appreciated
Jz: keeping us on our toes, she nods...
SP: or dangling from them...
Jz: ow! I think I might need more support than just a toe, tho'.
I'd hate to add toe injuries to all those sprained ankles
SP: it was more of a figure of speech. I realize that the human body CANNOT be suspended from just its toes without causing major damage
Jz: well, yes. I knew that you knew that
SP: but you didn't know if I would want to do that anyway
Jz: weeell, since you said it first...
SP: In other words, I can be extreme, but I am not into permanent damage
Jz: that is a VERY good quality, to my mind. Like BG stopping at the drawing of blood...
SP: I don't mind drawing some blood ... carefully, so as not to leave any unwanted scars
Jz: we'll find some nice sub who won't pass out on you for that and I'll come back when you break out the flogger
SP: I have, though, put my initials in a girl because she really wanted that and I certainly enjoyed doing it
Jz: really? permanent scar type?
(my eyes just widened)
What did you use?
SP: yes, with a very sharp (and sterilized) sailing knife on the inside of her thigh. I know they were still there a year later...
Jz: goodness me *blinks rapidly*
Jz: OK, moving on... 5 adjectives to describe you and 5 to describe me? Starting with you, please.
SP: well.....
disturbed
kind
boring
Jz: WRONG!
SP: well-meaning
more disturbed, in a different way
Jz: no, you can't use the same word twice or I'd have to let you use persnickety five times for me
SP: perturbed
Jz: tricky, but ok
SP: now you
SWEET
Truly -but truly! Loving
Jz: aww...
(did you just say it that way to make five words, you little sneak?)
SP: extremely sexual
(that is two words, is that ok?)
Jz: yes. I thought you were trying to yank my chain before
(what COULD I have been thinking?)
SP: powerful wordsmith
voluptuous
Dorothy Parker-ish without the bottle
Jz: *laughing* Thank you, those are very nice adjectives.
And not one persnickety among them, either!
SP: yeah, I thought I'd avoid that one. Too obvious. It's included in Dorothy Parker, but that covers a whole lot more at the same time. Really, like 10 for one
Jz: you are good!
Jz: So, ever made anything you'd call a mistake?
SP: That is a really silly question
Jz: D/s wise
SP: No, I have never made a mistake in my life
Jz: I was qualifying, I was qualifying!
SP: ok ok ok
Jz: i got momentarily distracted and didn't keep up the pace. I apologize for that
SP: I always make the same one: I believe people when they say they like to play my way all the way
Jz: ouch. Yeah, that would be a problem.
(But one advantage to being boldly persnickety, she coughs)
SP: go for it baby
Jz: Do you ever find yourself slipping into Dom mode with non-D/s types? Or do you just adjust your glasses and call it "professorial mode"?
SP: it has happened, no fun
Jz: Bad reaction, huh?
SP: maybe I am unfair, but it gives me an immediate reaction of BOOOOORING, people with not enough imagination to be my friend, let alone be in my bed
Jz: I'm grinning because I know *exactly* what you mean.
I heckle people for similar reasons.
SP: I know you do and you are good at it
Jz: errr, ummm, ... thanks?
SP: because I have seen you do it!!!
It is extremely amusing, because you take the complete piss out of people without them even knowing. It is an art.
Jz: And a lot of fun
(oh, did I type that out loud?)
SP: you did indeed
Jz: Well, that's how I know who can be a friend - the ones who get it. And, better yet, play back. But I suppose the reactions to domming out of context aren't always so amusing.
SP: No, but it comes up very fast in a sexual encounter and I have always been able to move on before the woman thought too much about it.
Jz: pass it off as a little naughtiness you were trying on for size
SP: precisely
SP: So, do you actually get a good rise out of the psych domming or are you more a flogger girl -- or am I not allowed to ask, because this is YOUR interview?
Jz: Of course you may ask, schat!
SP: oooo boy, she is getting polite, be careful
Jz: I like both, I truly do. Initially, the pain was a lesser component but it's growing on me
SP: that is cool
Jz: (I'm only getting polite because you called me slut earlier)
SP: sexy fuckmachine
Jz: BG is good about inflicting pain. I mean, I don't get off scot-free, *really* I don't. He won't stop doing something I dislike. In fact, he makes a point of repeating it
SP: Aaah, that is what I like to hear!
Jz: but... he makes as much of a point of returning to something that really made me go into space, too.
SP: That is really how I am, You must whimper because you are really whimpering, so that it is completely for my pleasure, and knowing that is what has to give you pleasure.
Jz: Have you ever mentored anyone besides me?
SP: I did not know I mentored you, or at least it was not all that conscious. Yes I have, I guess. It can be just what happens
Jz: Well, it wasn't a formal arrangement but I consider that you did. You were there for me, to answer my questions and make sure I didn't get lost in the fantasy of it. You're my handy dandy field guide to D/s.
SP: That is funny, I think you know more about the whole topic than I do. You, being a thorough person, made much more of a study of it than I ever did.
Jz: Once the bell went off, perhaps.
You have the field experience, however. I'm still just the n00b
SP: nonsense
Jz: well, in real-time, (rope time?) it's true
SP: You are an experienced and extremely desirable sub. It is just that you don't like the idea of experimenting with other doms (I know I know, qualitate qua). And that is your right but it does not suspend you (yes) in noob status
Jz: hmmmm....
OK, I'm back. I drifted off there for a moment at the word suspend...
SP: knew you would
SP: And for an inquisitive person like you, it is pretty sure that you will arrive at St Peter's gate years from now and insist that he do something you still hadn't had a chance to try yet.
Jz: well, life is FULL of possibilities, you know... (wretch!)
Jz: So, which of the questions I sent you were the ones you said you'd never thought about?
SP: I think all the ones you asked
Jz: Excellent! So if I end with "what's your favorite quote?", you'd be all over it? (and if it's in tongues, may we please have a translation?)
SP: I have several favorite quotes...
"He drank like a great whale, gulping down a hundred rivers, taking his cup he said, I enjoy the way of the saintly and avoid the way of the wise"
Jz: I like that. Who's it by?
SP: Ike no Taiga, but it may be that he copied it from a Chinese poet when he painted the particular painting/drawing it goes with
Jz: gotcha. And that source is, of course, unknown
SP: No, I just forgot
Jz: ah...
SP: But if you google Ike Taiga, you will find a treasure of heartbreakingly beautiful ink paintings.
And on that note, sweetie, I have to go. kisses!
Jz: Okey doke, hon. Thank you!!
Thank you, fair readers, for a darned good bunch of questions.
(And for asking about me, as well.)
Thank you, SP, for being a good sport.
(And, as always, amo ut invenio.)
It was an IM conversation so I rearranged a little for purposes of flow and clarity but otherwise it's pretty much untouched. (i.e., don't be after us for spelling or grammar!) The format makes it a bit long but just think of it as something to do besides watch the Super Bowl. :-)
Here we go!
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SP: Well you have about 30 minutes for that interview and I am in the mood to lie
Jz: Excellent! I'll mix 'em up a little but am going to start with...
Jz: Just how many languages do you speak, anyhow?
SP: I speak 4 fluently, can make a fool of myself in about 3 more, and have reading knowledge of another five.
Jz: ha! I've always meant to ask that, so I snuck it in here
SP: well, that was easy, didn't even lie yet
Jz: How old were you when you had your first D/s relationship, experience, whatever?
SP: about 8 or 9
Jz: seriously?
SP: true
Jz: wow. details, please?
SP: no
Jz: well, roughly? not the down and dirty ones
SP: it was me, another boy my age, and a girl of about 14, who liked to be played with
Jz: did you both dom her, or just you?
SP: we both did - in a very childish way obviously
Jz: well, yes but the intent was there, I get it.
So, clearly you figured yourself out at an early age...
SP: maybe, but for the longest time I thought that it was mostly me and didn't expect that there was what nowadays is called a "Community"
Jz: did it bother you, then? That you felt that way but it seemed to put you off the beaten path?
SP: No, not particularly, I do remember that I regretted that there was no one to play with that way. But not bothered, just kind of "oh well"
Jz: Gotcha. I know that when you took me way outside my realm of experience, I just filed it under, "well, this is what he and I do" and didn't think much more about it. (Well, that's not strictly true. I thought a LOT more about it - just not in a worrying kind of way.)
Jz: So, what's your favorite form of kink?
SP: Well... my favorite kink is probably to make my woman fuck other men and women and tell me about it, while I either watch or participate.
Jz: do you like to torment her somehow?
Either physically or psychologically?
SP: I like to call her my whore, or when playing in public I like to play that I am pimping her, or buying her.
Jz: and probably make her wear teeny, tiny little clothes, if I know you
SP: yes, slightly inappropriate. Like no panties and make her pick up something with straight legs - yummie. Maybe have her talk to other people, stand really close to her and stick a finger up her pussy while she keeps talking. I also like to make her masturbate in public.
Jz: how public? like, far end of a crowded beach public?
SP: At a bar or out dancing... A restaurant is very good.
Jz: I'm never going out to eat with you again, btw. (kiss, kiss!)
SP: poor hungry thing
Jz: Well, if you decide to go the physical torment route, what's your favorite instrument of torture?
SP: the long thin piece of wood, what is it called again?
Jz: a cane?
SP: yes that is it - cane
Jz: ouch. I haven't had that one yet.
SP: and nipple clamps. A cane is very hurtful but it makes such lovely lines on a butt and tops of thighs. Then go out, short skirt, no panties
Jz: you ARE a rotten little thing
SP: very rotten but 6' 2"
Jz: ok, rotten TALL thing
Jz: so I can't persuade you to try my new personal favorite, the flogger?
SP: I am a pushover
Jz: a slut in your own domly way?
SP: exactly
That's the thing with the many soft leather strips, that can caress, or all of a sudden sting like a mother?
Jz: why, yes, that would be the one!
SP: I like that one very much too, more mischievous. I would even say that among torture toys it is the persnickety one
Jz: hmmmm... I think I see a connection... *bats eyelashes*
SP: you see right, dear
Jz: So, when in our 29-year relationship did you first ID me as a sub? (even if you didn't call it that at the time)
SP: That is hard to answer because I did not think in those terms. I thought, like you said, that it is what we do. But the sense, the feeling... I guess from the very beginning, the way you pressed your boobs in my hands when we kissed, and later the way you kept on wanting more and more really hard fucking (even though your room was actually just a balcony over the living room of your *shared* house)
Jz: you turn me shameless.
SP: Well, that is what I love to hear! And then I push you beyond that - that is really my game
Jz: You're definitely a pusher, it's true. Have I ever really put on the brakes when you'd hoped I wouldn't?
SP: Yes, I think so, but only fairly so, and don't forget that until very recently we never talked about ourselves in those terms. If we had had more of an outright agreement I might have pushed further ... In fact, I certainly would have, now that I think of it
Jz: quelle surprise...
Jz: Back to the ID'ing thing -- Once you did start thinking in terms of D/s, did you find you were able to identify a sub before you really knew her? BG swears there's a spidey sense that you develop after a while. Do you find that?
SP: Yes, I think so, but I don't know if that is a true spidering it out or just a mutual attraction that stems from that realm. The women that I find attractive generally fit that role - however, there are women who are subs and who I don't find attractive. Would I still get "the sense"? I actually doubt that.
Jz: What is the most challenging thing for you as a Dom?
SP: To remain creative, come up with new scenarios and games, keep it from becoming repetitive, as much as the good old classics are appreciated
Jz: keeping us on our toes, she nods...
SP: or dangling from them...
Jz: ow! I think I might need more support than just a toe, tho'.
I'd hate to add toe injuries to all those sprained ankles
SP: it was more of a figure of speech. I realize that the human body CANNOT be suspended from just its toes without causing major damage
Jz: well, yes. I knew that you knew that
SP: but you didn't know if I would want to do that anyway
Jz: weeell, since you said it first...
SP: In other words, I can be extreme, but I am not into permanent damage
Jz: that is a VERY good quality, to my mind. Like BG stopping at the drawing of blood...
SP: I don't mind drawing some blood ... carefully, so as not to leave any unwanted scars
Jz: we'll find some nice sub who won't pass out on you for that and I'll come back when you break out the flogger
SP: I have, though, put my initials in a girl because she really wanted that and I certainly enjoyed doing it
Jz: really? permanent scar type?
(my eyes just widened)
What did you use?
SP: yes, with a very sharp (and sterilized) sailing knife on the inside of her thigh. I know they were still there a year later...
Jz: goodness me *blinks rapidly*
Jz: OK, moving on... 5 adjectives to describe you and 5 to describe me? Starting with you, please.
SP: well.....
disturbed
kind
boring
Jz: WRONG!
SP: well-meaning
more disturbed, in a different way
Jz: no, you can't use the same word twice or I'd have to let you use persnickety five times for me
SP: perturbed
Jz: tricky, but ok
SP: now you
SWEET
Truly -but truly! Loving
Jz: aww...
(did you just say it that way to make five words, you little sneak?)
SP: extremely sexual
(that is two words, is that ok?)
Jz: yes. I thought you were trying to yank my chain before
(what COULD I have been thinking?)
SP: powerful wordsmith
voluptuous
Dorothy Parker-ish without the bottle
Jz: *laughing* Thank you, those are very nice adjectives.
And not one persnickety among them, either!
SP: yeah, I thought I'd avoid that one. Too obvious. It's included in Dorothy Parker, but that covers a whole lot more at the same time. Really, like 10 for one
Jz: you are good!
Jz: So, ever made anything you'd call a mistake?
SP: That is a really silly question
Jz: D/s wise
SP: No, I have never made a mistake in my life
Jz: I was qualifying, I was qualifying!
SP: ok ok ok
Jz: i got momentarily distracted and didn't keep up the pace. I apologize for that
SP: I always make the same one: I believe people when they say they like to play my way all the way
Jz: ouch. Yeah, that would be a problem.
(But one advantage to being boldly persnickety, she coughs)
SP: go for it baby
Jz: Do you ever find yourself slipping into Dom mode with non-D/s types? Or do you just adjust your glasses and call it "professorial mode"?
SP: it has happened, no fun
Jz: Bad reaction, huh?
SP: maybe I am unfair, but it gives me an immediate reaction of BOOOOORING, people with not enough imagination to be my friend, let alone be in my bed
Jz: I'm grinning because I know *exactly* what you mean.
I heckle people for similar reasons.
SP: I know you do and you are good at it
Jz: errr, ummm, ... thanks?
SP: because I have seen you do it!!!
It is extremely amusing, because you take the complete piss out of people without them even knowing. It is an art.
Jz: And a lot of fun
(oh, did I type that out loud?)
SP: you did indeed
Jz: Well, that's how I know who can be a friend - the ones who get it. And, better yet, play back. But I suppose the reactions to domming out of context aren't always so amusing.
SP: No, but it comes up very fast in a sexual encounter and I have always been able to move on before the woman thought too much about it.
Jz: pass it off as a little naughtiness you were trying on for size
SP: precisely
SP: So, do you actually get a good rise out of the psych domming or are you more a flogger girl -- or am I not allowed to ask, because this is YOUR interview?
Jz: Of course you may ask, schat!
SP: oooo boy, she is getting polite, be careful
Jz: I like both, I truly do. Initially, the pain was a lesser component but it's growing on me
SP: that is cool
Jz: (I'm only getting polite because you called me slut earlier)
SP: sexy fuckmachine
Jz: BG is good about inflicting pain. I mean, I don't get off scot-free, *really* I don't. He won't stop doing something I dislike. In fact, he makes a point of repeating it
SP: Aaah, that is what I like to hear!
Jz: but... he makes as much of a point of returning to something that really made me go into space, too.
SP: That is really how I am, You must whimper because you are really whimpering, so that it is completely for my pleasure, and knowing that is what has to give you pleasure.
Jz: Have you ever mentored anyone besides me?
SP: I did not know I mentored you, or at least it was not all that conscious. Yes I have, I guess. It can be just what happens
Jz: Well, it wasn't a formal arrangement but I consider that you did. You were there for me, to answer my questions and make sure I didn't get lost in the fantasy of it. You're my handy dandy field guide to D/s.
SP: That is funny, I think you know more about the whole topic than I do. You, being a thorough person, made much more of a study of it than I ever did.
Jz: Once the bell went off, perhaps.
You have the field experience, however. I'm still just the n00b
SP: nonsense
Jz: well, in real-time, (rope time?) it's true
SP: You are an experienced and extremely desirable sub. It is just that you don't like the idea of experimenting with other doms (I know I know, qualitate qua). And that is your right but it does not suspend you (yes) in noob status
Jz: hmmmm....
OK, I'm back. I drifted off there for a moment at the word suspend...
SP: knew you would
SP: And for an inquisitive person like you, it is pretty sure that you will arrive at St Peter's gate years from now and insist that he do something you still hadn't had a chance to try yet.
Jz: well, life is FULL of possibilities, you know... (wretch!)
Jz: So, which of the questions I sent you were the ones you said you'd never thought about?
SP: I think all the ones you asked
Jz: Excellent! So if I end with "what's your favorite quote?", you'd be all over it? (and if it's in tongues, may we please have a translation?)
SP: I have several favorite quotes...
"He drank like a great whale, gulping down a hundred rivers, taking his cup he said, I enjoy the way of the saintly and avoid the way of the wise"
Jz: I like that. Who's it by?
SP: Ike no Taiga, but it may be that he copied it from a Chinese poet when he painted the particular painting/drawing it goes with
Jz: gotcha. And that source is, of course, unknown
SP: No, I just forgot
Jz: ah...
SP: But if you google Ike Taiga, you will find a treasure of heartbreakingly beautiful ink paintings.
And on that note, sweetie, I have to go. kisses!
Jz: Okey doke, hon. Thank you!!
Friday, February 4, 2011
My Fabulous New Bookmark
I found it wedged deep in in the pages of a second-hand paperback.
Obviously an original creation, it's a gorgeous collage of fabrics, print, and stamps on an old oak tag label.
And look! It has my favorite mantra:
The universe does give us pep talks on occasion.
(Unfortunately though, I'm in more of a "la,la,la,la, I can't hear you!" mood at the moment...)
Obviously an original creation, it's a gorgeous collage of fabrics, print, and stamps on an old oak tag label.
And look! It has my favorite mantra:
(Unfortunately though, I'm in more of a "la,la,la,la, I can't hear you!" mood at the moment...)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The Revenge of BeachWalker
(for those who asked)
"Hello?"
"I'll be over around 9:00. Be ready to fuck."
With those words, he hung up.
A mischievous smile spread over her face.
"Oooh! A challenge." she thought.
Moments before 9:00, the door opened.
Footsteps sounded in the short hallway until he appeared in the doorway. He stopped short at the sight of her, propped against the pillows, wearing only scraps of satin & lace.
"Ready enough?" she teased, running her hands over the slippery fabric of her bra.
His eyes fastened on the sight of her breasts, plumping and releasing as she massaged the soft flesh. "Mmm, baby!" he breathed, walking to the side of the bed while his hands moved to his belt buckle.
She stood and helped him remove his clothes, running her hands over his warm body. Short, soft kisses were rained on each bit of skin as it was uncovered. Running her fingers down his torso to skim his rigid shaft, she stepped away.
"I think you like my outfit!", she grinned. Turning, she arched, then tilted her head back over her shoulder and asked, "How does it look from this side?"
The only answer was a soft growl as fingers clamped on the sides of her hips and pressed her into the foot of the bed. A warm hand pushed between her shoulder blades until her face rested against the mattress. "Mmmmmm" she purred, as she turned her head and stretched her arms out to either side.
A very hard cock settled between her cheeks. It rubbed up and down, driving the soft fabric further and further into her cleft while his palms stroked long, luxurious caresses from her back down her thighs and up again. Then he bent over her, firm flesh shifting. She moaned as he slid back and forth between the cushiony folds of wet satin. His fingers entwined with hers, centering her as she rocked her body into the sweet sensation, forehead pressed into the mattress.
Finally, he stood and pulled her with him. While pushing to upright, she kept his cock trapped between her thighs, slipping a finger down to rub her slickness over the head that had worked it's way beneath her drenched panties. His hands glided across her ribs to cup her aching breasts.
"More, please", she whispered, undoing the front clasp of her bra. He caught the weight of her in his hands and they stood caressing each other for several long, delicious moments before she stepped away. Sliding her hands under the waist of her panties, she slowly spun, tugging them past her hips while she wiggled her rump onto the bed. Laying back, she curled her knees to her chest, then slowly pulled them off, while straightening her legs above her head. Once the last scrap of fabric dropped from her toes, her arms relaxed and she braced her heels on the edge of the mattress.
He stood between her legs, stroking himself as he looked at her, open before him. She ached to touch herself but resisted and let her body plead with him, instead. Shoulder to hips, her body arched and undulated in silent entreaty. He slid his hands down the insides of her thighs, stopping at the wet curls. One hand teased the ends of the soft hair, while the other continued to stroke his cock.
"You want this inside you, baby?"
She moaned and nodded, biting her lip.
"I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"Mmmm, yes, please!"
"Yes please, what? Tell me."
"Yes, I want you! I want that gorgeous cock inside me. I want you to fuck me!"
He slid forward onto the bed, gathering her up, twisting and pushing her ahead of him, until she was on all fours. One hand on her rump, he rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness between her legs. She moaned and shifted her hips, pushing back to slide onto him. A low chuckle sounded behind her as he moved away, keeping himself just hovering at her entrance. Whimpering, she turned her head with a look that was half glare, half promise.
Grinning, he pulled back and paused. Before she could protest, however, he slammed into her. "Unh!" she cried as her head dropped. Leaning forward over her, his hands grabbed her jostling breasts. Firmly manipulating the soft flesh, he buried his face in her neck.
Grunts, moans, sighs, and wet, suctioning slaps filled the air, swirling through her senses and sliding her lids shut. She sank into the sensations and rode them as they surged through her body, wave after wave, stroke after stroke. Pushing, fucking, harder, harder, faster, harder. oh. Oh. OH! They broke over her, through her. His hard strokes continued but she knelt, limp in his arms, until he too groaned his release.
Panting, they rested heavily for several moments, then began to straighten. The luscious weight of his softened cock as it slipped, heavy and wet, from her sensitive pussy made her whimper with arousal and regret. She reached back to stroke him while her head dropped onto his shoulder. He chuckled in her ear.
"Don't flake out on me now. That was just a hello. Let's get beneath the covers and see if we can keep the conversation going."
"Hello?"
"I'll be over around 9:00. Be ready to fuck."
With those words, he hung up.
A mischievous smile spread over her face.
"Oooh! A challenge." she thought.
Moments before 9:00, the door opened.
Footsteps sounded in the short hallway until he appeared in the doorway. He stopped short at the sight of her, propped against the pillows, wearing only scraps of satin & lace.
"Ready enough?" she teased, running her hands over the slippery fabric of her bra.
His eyes fastened on the sight of her breasts, plumping and releasing as she massaged the soft flesh. "Mmm, baby!" he breathed, walking to the side of the bed while his hands moved to his belt buckle.
She stood and helped him remove his clothes, running her hands over his warm body. Short, soft kisses were rained on each bit of skin as it was uncovered. Running her fingers down his torso to skim his rigid shaft, she stepped away.
"I think you like my outfit!", she grinned. Turning, she arched, then tilted her head back over her shoulder and asked, "How does it look from this side?"
The only answer was a soft growl as fingers clamped on the sides of her hips and pressed her into the foot of the bed. A warm hand pushed between her shoulder blades until her face rested against the mattress. "Mmmmmm" she purred, as she turned her head and stretched her arms out to either side.
A very hard cock settled between her cheeks. It rubbed up and down, driving the soft fabric further and further into her cleft while his palms stroked long, luxurious caresses from her back down her thighs and up again. Then he bent over her, firm flesh shifting. She moaned as he slid back and forth between the cushiony folds of wet satin. His fingers entwined with hers, centering her as she rocked her body into the sweet sensation, forehead pressed into the mattress.
Finally, he stood and pulled her with him. While pushing to upright, she kept his cock trapped between her thighs, slipping a finger down to rub her slickness over the head that had worked it's way beneath her drenched panties. His hands glided across her ribs to cup her aching breasts.
"More, please", she whispered, undoing the front clasp of her bra. He caught the weight of her in his hands and they stood caressing each other for several long, delicious moments before she stepped away. Sliding her hands under the waist of her panties, she slowly spun, tugging them past her hips while she wiggled her rump onto the bed. Laying back, she curled her knees to her chest, then slowly pulled them off, while straightening her legs above her head. Once the last scrap of fabric dropped from her toes, her arms relaxed and she braced her heels on the edge of the mattress.
He stood between her legs, stroking himself as he looked at her, open before him. She ached to touch herself but resisted and let her body plead with him, instead. Shoulder to hips, her body arched and undulated in silent entreaty. He slid his hands down the insides of her thighs, stopping at the wet curls. One hand teased the ends of the soft hair, while the other continued to stroke his cock.
"You want this inside you, baby?"
She moaned and nodded, biting her lip.
"I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"Mmmm, yes, please!"
"Yes please, what? Tell me."
"Yes, I want you! I want that gorgeous cock inside me. I want you to fuck me!"
He slid forward onto the bed, gathering her up, twisting and pushing her ahead of him, until she was on all fours. One hand on her rump, he rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness between her legs. She moaned and shifted her hips, pushing back to slide onto him. A low chuckle sounded behind her as he moved away, keeping himself just hovering at her entrance. Whimpering, she turned her head with a look that was half glare, half promise.
Grinning, he pulled back and paused. Before she could protest, however, he slammed into her. "Unh!" she cried as her head dropped. Leaning forward over her, his hands grabbed her jostling breasts. Firmly manipulating the soft flesh, he buried his face in her neck.
Grunts, moans, sighs, and wet, suctioning slaps filled the air, swirling through her senses and sliding her lids shut. She sank into the sensations and rode them as they surged through her body, wave after wave, stroke after stroke. Pushing, fucking, harder, harder, faster, harder. oh. Oh. OH! They broke over her, through her. His hard strokes continued but she knelt, limp in his arms, until he too groaned his release.
Panting, they rested heavily for several moments, then began to straighten. The luscious weight of his softened cock as it slipped, heavy and wet, from her sensitive pussy made her whimper with arousal and regret. She reached back to stroke him while her head dropped onto his shoulder. He chuckled in her ear.
"Don't flake out on me now. That was just a hello. Let's get beneath the covers and see if we can keep the conversation going."
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