A vibrator is quickly forced into her pussy, his pussy. He sets it on high, and then straps the whole thing in, designed carefully all in leather, his own little contraption. Perfectly made to leave her arse cheeks nice and bare. “No cumming whore, for every time you do, it will result in four extra welts.” He smiled, with a sadistic glint in his eye, he already knew one was coming hard and fast and she couldn’t stop it. The lesson was about to begin…

Her body bucking against the first orgasm to hit, muscles strained against her binds. It came so hard and fast she didn’t have time to think, a yelp, moaning from behind her gag as the first set of four sharp, burning stings laced her thighs. Her chest heaving, chasing her breath, the blindfold soaked from her tears.

He bent down rubbed her clit teasingly, she bucked again.  “Don’t orgasm my whore”. He smirked she was so close all he had to do was keep teasing her to another.  She felt his weight bear down on her, his breath leaving whispers of warmth along her cheek. The leather clasps come off, the vibrator removed, fingers probing her, owning her.

His husky voice in her ear, ” I own you, ALL of you, MINE do you understand. Your body, your heart, your mind, your soul!” his teeth clamping down on her breast, clamps being tugged and roughly pulled off, the burning, the wanton desire in her. Her body emitting moans, grunts and yelps from behind the gag as he smothered her body in bites, he wanted her to see his ownership of her. Marking his territory, the primal senses taking over.

She was his and his alone, she needed to be bought to that place, the place that kept her settled, her submission deep in her mind. Her body bucking and writhing against his attention, resisting, fighting.  The desire overtaking his thoughts, impaling himself in her, taking her, her moans behind the gag, her body surrendering to him. Her hips bucking, riding him. His wanton hussy. He leans in and his voice strikes her soul.

“Come with me my pet, show me”, her body responding to his voice, his ownership of her. Two bodies, in unison spewing forth their passion, becoming one. They lay spent, he gently releases her, takes the blindfold off and smothers her face in tender kisses.  His eyes bearing down on her, “My love, from now on you will tell me everything, even you think it’s something you think I don’t need to know it’s not your choice, it’s mine. Understood?”

“Yes Master, I’m sorry”, the sadness showing in her eyes.  His arms wrap around her and they lie still completely engrossed in each other, the world standing still, listening to each other’s breathing, looking into each others eyes and seeing the dark moments they share. He feels her body relax into his, her breathing becoming shallow, her eyelids droop as sleep covers her in a blanket of darkness.  He props himself up on one elbow and stares down at this beauty of his sleeping peacefully in the knowledge she is owned and he smiles. In the morning she would be smiling and admiring all the marks he gave her tonight, content in knowing who she is and what she is. His. All of her.

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing

for the things it has forbidden to itself.”

Oscar Wilde

You know sometimes I wonder wtf you all find so interesting about this blog but the hits to the site don’t lie. It’s humbling you know and at times amusing to see what brings people here.  The sodomy one was funny. Arse is such a wonderful word especially when “Father Ted” says it hehe.

My day of shopping went wicked I splurged and got a gorgeous dress jacket, schoolgirl outfit complete haha. It looks damn fine with a nice pair of jeans and boots and a sexy top underneath, and I bought two new pairs of jeans because I live in jeans, I can dress up or down depending on my moods and whether I’m in mummy mode, it makes for easy life lol.  Shopping with two toddlers is a harrowing experience when they seem to be stuck on run & squeal mode. No such thing as walking.  I bought lollipops at one point to shut them both up lol, it worked for about 20 seconds bah.

My mind has been in the gutter all day and my best mate seems to think I have a contagious effect on her lol.  Whilst shopping and purchasing my yummy clothes she blurts out some word (I can’t remember what it bloody was now) and instead of saying it correctly the word “come” came out. Me, well I burst out laughing which caused her face to turn a nice shade of red and the young girl behind the counter started laughing and then well, that started a whole spiel of jokes forthwith.  Was really quite funny. Meanwhile I am gazing out the front door of the shop lost in wicked thoughts at this hot guy walking past in a black trenchcoat, leather shoes and oh so hot body with the face and hair to match.  A dark mysterious yummy hunk of man. I think I need a night of lustful sex LOL.

I went to the bank and sorted out some new accounts and the chick that did all my application work was this young thing, black fingernails, black hair, all in black, not one iota of color. I was dressed casually but blackened, yes I wear alot of black, in pagan terms its a protective color, it can also mean hidden, in essence it represents the dark side in us, the shadow self.  But really I just like black, I was what is termed a “bogan or a westie”  here before goth was even a word lol. She spyed my pentagram smiled and I had the most quickest betest service I have ever had in a bank, isn’t it funny.

We had coffee and wicked talks about lots of things and again she reminded me of the fact I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year, which isn’t normal for me I either have a man or I have a fuckbuddy according to her.  I was single by choice for years but I had what is termed as fuckbuddies lol.  No strings friends.  Not all at once LOL.  I didn’t share,  basically I had a sex partner, we were normally in lust with each other and nothing more, a cuddle bunny on occassion when we needed one, we would do the social outing thing on our own and if we crossed paths duiring the night we would usually end up somewhere together for the night, if we were busy it was okay no big deal but we left the relationship shit out of it we weren’t a couple just friends with benefits.

Eventually one or the other would develop feelings or we would meet someone else during a lull and move on.  Safe and sane sex with no dramas.  It worked for me then.  Shes organised a night out in a couple weeks.  She’s told me a couple things about some guy shes friends with off a dating site and immediately I roll my eyes, I hate blind dates.  I hate being forced into a matchmaking situation and even though she says shes not I know shes up to something. So its a whole lot of his friends and us … me I think I’ll find some reinforcements hehe.

We laugh about some of the deviant things we would do if we weren’t so tied up in our own morals and ethics.  How cold hearted some people are.  How trusting and honest we are at times and how naive for us to believe that everyone should be the same.  We are both exploring our thirties and wondering what the fuck it is all about, where we are going, both solo mothers, raising children.  And we talk about our sex lives. Only as women can. She’s vanilla and Im the kinky one, yet we both want the same thing, a real man who can take the lead, be stronger than we are, and be able to say no and mean it. But we both know that its no point waiting around for him to magically appear, we have lives to live, fun to be had and we are doing okay.

It’s days like today that put things into perspective. This is who I am and this is where I am at and it’s good.

A big storm is hitting tomorrow so power cuts are expected, apparently its a one off occurence every ten or fifteen years.  So if the blog goes quiet or I disappear don’t panic LOL.

It’s nice to know after all the recent crap there are still lovely guys out there bashing down my door, only problem is I ain’t interested.  Sad as it is I am so sick of all the crazy shit thats gone on it has really put me off the whole internet dating thing.  I am a stay at home mum by choice, I work from home and I don’t drive (gas prices are ridiculous it’s really not worth it lol).  So as far as dating goes it’s not something I have alot of time for. I do however make time for friends, that to me is important, new and old friends alike.  I was a social butterfly before my son was born, rarely ever home always out travelling the countryside doing things or just out, to find me at home was a rarity lol.  I had friends in the stripping industry, the bar scene etc, life was always busy, parties, concerts, camping trips yadda yadda.  Then I got pregnant … a complete shock and accident, for various reasons I thought I wasn’t fertile and wouldn’t have children, they weren’t part of my “plan”. I stepped back away from a large group of friends, stopped the partying, stopped everything. Even had to quit my job because of the chemical risks with my job to my unborn child at the time. It was a whole new realm I was stepping into and it was scary. I had lost my independance.

I never really have dated, I chose to remain single for a number of years doing my own thing, not having to answer to anyone, and according to very close male friends of mine, I was the unattainable chick, the one with brains and the looks, not some stupid bimbo as they termed it haha.  But along with that I kept getting told the same thing, and still do.  Intelligence in a woman is scary and intimidating, and yes if given the chance I will walk over a man if he allows it. I’m not submissive to anyone, it takes someone special to pull that out of me and the last couple of recent experiences made me realise this.

It was easy with Jay, it just happened, most of the time it freaked me out that he had that effect. Submitting to him bought out a part of me that grew, and I worked out finally why I was happy. I could be me, all of me, no hiding my dark desires, I could be who I was and he accepted it, he mirrored it with his dominance. I never did understand what my mates meant, and over the years I settled for men that just were a complete waste of time in the long run, no sustinance, no goals, almost like they had forgotten how to “be” a man, too many these days have mummys that moddlecoddle them.  Haha I have 30+ year old male friends who’s mums still buy underwear for them. (someone slap me if I do that for my son at that age LOL)

Anyways I am going off track.  I get told all these wonderful positive things, and I agree, I get told to toughen up and be a bit hard arsed and I get told I can have anyone I want, I am good looking blah blah.  Don’t get me wrong my self esteem is fine, I don’t hate myself lol but I am I suppose a bit humble and alot shy I don’t see those things others see. I have never been the pursuing type, half the time I am oblivious to what goes on around me LOL. I know what I need, finding it is another matter entirely, and I am sick of wasting time on idiots that have some fucked up power trip or not so honest intentions. So from this point on it’s friends.  Thats it, no more looking.  I am too sensitive to keep going through all that crazy shit.  I am happy on my own, hell I get lonely, I miss having a special someone to cuddle up to.  I miss kissing and all those things that give you butterflys in your stomach.  I crave love and I crave a man who is strong enough to handle this wild girl.  But not bad enough to put myself in stupid situations anymore. So its friends.  No more online dating fuck it.

You know what they say, love always comes along when you least expect it, so no more hunting, no more looking I am just going to enjoy the wonderful friends I have met along the way. Get on with life and no more online crap and no more damn long distance shit, I have a love hate relationship with this computer of mine, I work on it, I am on it alot, some days I want to pick it up and biff it out the window lol.  Don’t worry I will still rant and whinge and bitch on here, write erotica and pick D/s to shit lol. Maybe some hunk of a man will sneak up and kick my behind when I am not looking LOL.  Who knows tomorrow I’ll prolly change my mind again, I’m like that haha.

And on that note I am off to perv at men’s butts while I go shopping num num

Stalker update … day three … he really needs to stop calling and trying to hide his number because I ain’t answering the FUCKING PHONE   I ain’t a fucking idiot.  It’s flattering you want to stalk me but really surely you have better things to do with your time than annoy the fuck out of me And by the way … there’s a few people that know about you now, you are a dangerous man and I know you are up to your tricks again … women talk