The choice to reward the misses with release was the right thing to do. This early in our new relationship and power dynamic, I felt that by taking that away from her, even for just a moment, would have been viewed by her emotionally as selfish, even a bit cruel. Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion. The key thing is; so far our moves and choices had been correct. Could she have received an even strong release if I had denied her a few times, teasing her till she was frothing at the mouth? Sure. But at the moment, I felt it was the wrong move to do, and if anyone knew her, inside and out, emotionally and physically, it was me. 18 years of drinking her into my life made me an expert.
Now we were thinking sex again, not just sex, but play. Play, it's something we had missed for so long. It makes a lot of difference. Early on, when I had suggested the Master/slave dynamic, she had checked to make sure that I wouldn't be commanding her to do the dishes and clean house. She doesn't, I'm the one that normally does that after much stink and fuss. I agreed. I had no interest in changing our roles in everyday life. Everyday life has been working. We get along great; it's the bedroom where we had fizzled. Relieved with this, she settled into her sexuality quickly. Calling me "Master" at moments when I didn't expect it. In public, when no one but I could hear her. Each time she said it, my dick would harden.
I was thinking back to the teasing and denial decision. The last time wasn't right, but I felt that I wanted to introduce it into our sessions soon. When? That would have to be decided when the RIGHT moment occurred.
The weekend came, and the misses was antsy to revisit Good Vibrations again. The other toys from Amazon had not shipped yet. I had promised her a return after being rushed before closing a few days earlier when we were there, so we headed back over there. It was much more crowded this time. We took our time, checking everything out more than once, finally agreeing on a few books and some toy cleaner. The book I had spotted on our first visit The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage was still there and when I grabbed it and told her that I wanted it, we thumbed through it and she nodded that it might not be a waste of money.
We had lunch at a burrito place while we were in the neighborhood, and during our meal, the misses whispered to me if I wanted to continue our safari and go to Stormy Leather. We hadn’t been there in many, many years. Stormy, known for their fine corsets and leather and latex outfits was a new escalation from Good Vibrations. Darker, edgier, serious. A leather shop. Liking where her mind was at, I excitedly agreed. Hey Good Vibes was out of rope!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Our First Bondage Kit
After unpacking the toys, inserting the batteries, I instructed my slave to lie back on the bed. Wrapping each wrist with the soft cuffs I proceeded to tie each cuff to the legs of the bed. Now with her hands tied and spread above her shoulders, I settled down on the bed and started slowly kissing her. I played with her nipples, and took my time working my way downwards.
"Does slave like?" I asked.
"Yes Master!" She breathed.
"Master likes too!" I replied then lowered my face down to her crotch.
She squirmed in pleasure as I licked and ate her. She tightened and moaned. She tested her bonds. One arm was secured, the other didn't quite reach the other leg to be tied off so I had tucked the trailing strap under the bed. Knowing that he hand was free is she really needed it relaxed her and allowed her to receive the pleasure I was giving her. "Take it all in, my Naughty girl!" I growled. "Master is pleased with you!"
I continued for a few more moments till she was close, then I pulled back, quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed the vibrator and applied some lube to it. She was still moaning, frustrated with my stopping abruptly, so she wasn't quite focused on what I was preparing.
I quickly got back into bed, sat at her crotch, her free legs on either side of me, and I turned the vibrator on and started rubbing her lips and clit.
Her body took on a new resonance. Her arms flailed a little still testing the bonds. Once she was ready, I inserted the vibrator into her and slowly started working it in and out of her. I started to quicken the pace. At this point, with its curve, I was sure that with the strokes I was making I was hitting her G-spot.
A quick thought occurred to me that perhaps I should bring her to the edge, and then with her tied up and helpless, I would then stop and deny her the pent up release that she was on pace to receive. This would be a moment where I, the Master, could show my control over my slave.
I quickly discarded that idea. We had tried so many new things, the roleplaying, the defined roles, the shopping for toys, the bondage, something that she had only experienced once or twice, a long time ago, and when she had, the experience wasn't too pleasant, and the vibrator, that I felt that it would be far more positive, more sharing to give her the release that was quickly building up inside her. This was a reward...no a thank you, from me to her for giving me this. In reality, this was the moment upon, reflection, that inspired me to create this blog. This was when I felt something special had happened here that I just need to record for myself.
Stroking away, I reached forward and grabbed her loose hand. Intertwining our fingers, I whispered into her ear, "Come for me slave! Come like you've never come before!"
I think she grunted out, "Yes Master." before she went over the edge. I didn't quite understand the noises coming from her mouth, but I choose to remember it as that!
"Does slave like?" I asked.
"Yes Master!" She breathed.
"Master likes too!" I replied then lowered my face down to her crotch.
She squirmed in pleasure as I licked and ate her. She tightened and moaned. She tested her bonds. One arm was secured, the other didn't quite reach the other leg to be tied off so I had tucked the trailing strap under the bed. Knowing that he hand was free is she really needed it relaxed her and allowed her to receive the pleasure I was giving her. "Take it all in, my Naughty girl!" I growled. "Master is pleased with you!"
I continued for a few more moments till she was close, then I pulled back, quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed the vibrator and applied some lube to it. She was still moaning, frustrated with my stopping abruptly, so she wasn't quite focused on what I was preparing.
I quickly got back into bed, sat at her crotch, her free legs on either side of me, and I turned the vibrator on and started rubbing her lips and clit.
Her body took on a new resonance. Her arms flailed a little still testing the bonds. Once she was ready, I inserted the vibrator into her and slowly started working it in and out of her. I started to quicken the pace. At this point, with its curve, I was sure that with the strokes I was making I was hitting her G-spot.
A quick thought occurred to me that perhaps I should bring her to the edge, and then with her tied up and helpless, I would then stop and deny her the pent up release that she was on pace to receive. This would be a moment where I, the Master, could show my control over my slave.
I quickly discarded that idea. We had tried so many new things, the roleplaying, the defined roles, the shopping for toys, the bondage, something that she had only experienced once or twice, a long time ago, and when she had, the experience wasn't too pleasant, and the vibrator, that I felt that it would be far more positive, more sharing to give her the release that was quickly building up inside her. This was a reward...no a thank you, from me to her for giving me this. In reality, this was the moment upon, reflection, that inspired me to create this blog. This was when I felt something special had happened here that I just need to record for myself.
Stroking away, I reached forward and grabbed her loose hand. Intertwining our fingers, I whispered into her ear, "Come for me slave! Come like you've never come before!"
I think she grunted out, "Yes Master." before she went over the edge. I didn't quite understand the noises coming from her mouth, but I choose to remember it as that!
Can't wait!
The week went by slowly, each day we IM'ed each other with the status of the toy delivery. Finally on Wednesday a box came. Racing home we tore it open to find the riding crop and only the riding crop.
We played around with it for a while, taking turns lightly smacking each other. Interesting, but a BIG step up from what we had been playing. It also hurt considerably more than my playful open palm. It was at this point that the misses realized that we couldn't just have all our toys laying out in the open for everyone to see. We needed a container, a box, something attractive, that matched our decor. Target here we come!
So on the way to Target, she drops a little bomb on me. "Hey, why don't we go to Good Vibrations?" Good Vibrations is a fairly well known "safeand well lit" sex toy store. I pointed out that she already spent X-amount of dollars on toys that would probably arrive in the next day or so. "Yeah," she said. "But I'm kinda in the mood to play now."
I turned the car around and we went to Good Vibrations.
Made it there 15 minutes before closing. We went in and started looking. At first, we laughed and giggled at the outrageous toys, but soon, with the closing timer ticking down, and she unwilling to leave without a trophy of some kind, we settled into some serious shopping.
With the promise of coming back soon with more time to spend looking over everything, we left with Our First Bondage Kit, and a vibrator, like I said, we were pressed for time.
As we drove to target, later finding what we needed at Pier One Imports(a nice wooden chest), and then home, we established that I wanted to be called Sir or Master while playing, she agreed and I then instructed her to come up with a name that I should call her by while in my roll as master. I told her that she had to have a name chosen by the time we got back home, or else she would get a punishment.
After a few minutes of silence, I could tell she was struggling with a name for herself. We discussed it, and she had mistakenly thought that I had asked her for a proper name rather than a term for her. I suggested something along the lines of "slave" or "naughty girl". She liked that and agreed that those were names that she would like to be called while we played. The rest of the ride home, with my dick growing rock hard, was punctuated with her calling me Master and Sir after each sentence. I returned the favor, calling her my "naughty little girl" and "slave".
"What drew your interest inside the store, slave?" "What do you want to try first when we get home, slave?" "Oh really? Such a naughty girl, aren't you?"
She shifted in her seat as I shifted gears and stroked her inside thigh. "Yes, I am your naughty slave!" she giggled. Just the conversation had us both turned on, it was like brain foreplay!
Desires made known
She didn't go running and screaming from the room.
That's good.
She thought about what I had said. I still held her from behind, both of us sitting up, me cradling her. She leaned back into me and said that it sounded good. I told her that we could take things slowly and only go as far as she was comfortable with. I told her I wasn't into scary, just passionate control. We would have fun. I then recounted a story I had read where a husband had left a string of hidden notes about the house telling his wife as she discovered each one, to slowly prepare for an evening of sexy seduction with a slice of kink.
As I went through the story, each pause I made, before I told her what the next note said, she quickly filled the pause with an "uh huh?", coming from her was a sign of keen interest and excitement. This was the only sound she could get our of her mouth without betraying her cracking voice of sexual excitement. The story ended with the wife being bound on their bed and the husband teasing her to the edge of orgasm over and over till she was frantic, then he took her and they both climaxed together.
Her shallow breathing and silence after I had finished the story told me more than her words would at that point. We kissed deeply, hungrily. After we parted lips, she told me that she enjoyed the story. That, I told her was what I was interested in.
She was too.
That's good.
She thought about what I had said. I still held her from behind, both of us sitting up, me cradling her. She leaned back into me and said that it sounded good. I told her that we could take things slowly and only go as far as she was comfortable with. I told her I wasn't into scary, just passionate control. We would have fun. I then recounted a story I had read where a husband had left a string of hidden notes about the house telling his wife as she discovered each one, to slowly prepare for an evening of sexy seduction with a slice of kink.
As I went through the story, each pause I made, before I told her what the next note said, she quickly filled the pause with an "uh huh?", coming from her was a sign of keen interest and excitement. This was the only sound she could get our of her mouth without betraying her cracking voice of sexual excitement. The story ended with the wife being bound on their bed and the husband teasing her to the edge of orgasm over and over till she was frantic, then he took her and they both climaxed together.
Her shallow breathing and silence after I had finished the story told me more than her words would at that point. We kissed deeply, hungrily. After we parted lips, she told me that she enjoyed the story. That, I told her was what I was interested in.
She was too.
Aftermath
Well we both realized a few things about that sex we had.
First off, it happened in the middle of the day-RARE!
Secondly, it was great. No really, GREAT!
Thirdly, we both had no trouble comming.
Fourthly, we starting thinking about sex all the time. We had sparked our imaginations and now everything we did together had a hint of sexuality in it. She displayed her ass to me every chance she could. I made gutteral lewd suggestions to her. I playfully would slap her ass and call her "my naughty girl".
Then about a week later, while I was playing on my computer, she came into my study and pulled out the laptop and started surfing on it in the corner chair.
She was quiet about it, but soon I got up and checked what she was looking at. Well she was shopping on Amazon.com, but what surprised me was that she was in the sex toy section.
A little history:
We had a duffel bag of sex toys that we had acquired over the years of dating, but our first year into marriage, she had urged me to throw them out. So in the cover of darkness I had gathered everything into the bag and ran out to the condo complex dumpster and tossed it in. I'm sure the scavengers had a good story to tell after going through that trash!
I wasn't sad to see it go.
We had tried a lot of things during dating.
Liquid Latex, Blindfolds, buttplugs, vibrator, edible underwear, handcuffs, porn, but things had fizzled and the toys after much neglect become nasty and filmy, something you don't want to insert or have inserted into a body.
So now she was interested in some toys. Well, we had discussed the scene that had happened, and had both intimated that we enjoyed it. She really responded to the dirty talk and the spanking. I enjoyed doing it. My mind had now been placed into overdrive where I was constantly thinking what to do next.
I guess hers was as well. She kept calling me over when she found something interesting. I would rub her crotch while she explained it to me, and would nuzzle into her neck.
$150 later she had placed the order.
What did she order?
Well she ordered a riding crop, a small vibrator, some silk rope and some other stuff as well. Seems like she was trying to tell me something.
I got the hint.
First off, it happened in the middle of the day-RARE!
Secondly, it was great. No really, GREAT!
Thirdly, we both had no trouble comming.
Fourthly, we starting thinking about sex all the time. We had sparked our imaginations and now everything we did together had a hint of sexuality in it. She displayed her ass to me every chance she could. I made gutteral lewd suggestions to her. I playfully would slap her ass and call her "my naughty girl".
Then about a week later, while I was playing on my computer, she came into my study and pulled out the laptop and started surfing on it in the corner chair.
She was quiet about it, but soon I got up and checked what she was looking at. Well she was shopping on Amazon.com, but what surprised me was that she was in the sex toy section.
A little history:
We had a duffel bag of sex toys that we had acquired over the years of dating, but our first year into marriage, she had urged me to throw them out. So in the cover of darkness I had gathered everything into the bag and ran out to the condo complex dumpster and tossed it in. I'm sure the scavengers had a good story to tell after going through that trash!
I wasn't sad to see it go.
We had tried a lot of things during dating.
Liquid Latex, Blindfolds, buttplugs, vibrator, edible underwear, handcuffs, porn, but things had fizzled and the toys after much neglect become nasty and filmy, something you don't want to insert or have inserted into a body.
So now she was interested in some toys. Well, we had discussed the scene that had happened, and had both intimated that we enjoyed it. She really responded to the dirty talk and the spanking. I enjoyed doing it. My mind had now been placed into overdrive where I was constantly thinking what to do next.
I guess hers was as well. She kept calling me over when she found something interesting. I would rub her crotch while she explained it to me, and would nuzzle into her neck.
$150 later she had placed the order.
What did she order?
Well she ordered a riding crop, a small vibrator, some silk rope and some other stuff as well. Seems like she was trying to tell me something.
I got the hint.
A New Twist...
So after the swats to her ass, and the gutteral words calling her my "dirty naughty little girl", she finished dressing, face flushed and her thoughts madly spinning in her head. We left to do errands, Home Depot, then some grocery shopping, and then the Video store. On occasion I would hug her from behind and mention a dirty thing or two into her ear, then playfully bite it and continue shopping.
By the time we were at the video store, waiting in line, I growled into her ear, while pulling her into me, "You know what I'm gonna do to you? Anything I want when we get home, cause you're MINE. I OWN your hot ass and you." I gave her ass a discrete smack and we proceeded to pay for the videos and left for home.
She couldn't keep her hands off me while I drove us home. Nor I with her. Rubbing her thighs in between shifting gears, I asked her is she was my "Naughty girl".
"Naughty girls get punished, for being naughty."
Flushed with excitement she nodded and said, "I've been bad."
Well, we made it home and she marched into the bedroom and bent over the bed waving her ass in the air. Forcefully I came up behind her and while rubbing her ass, I growled into her ear, "Naughty girls get spanked. You deserve a spanking."
I proceeded to swat her ass a few times. She responded by moaning enthusiastically. Then, continuing the game, I ordered her to take her clothes off.
She stripped quickly and I did the same(socks too!). I then ordered her to get onto the bed and assume the position.
She jumped onto the bed and assumed the doggy style position.
Rubbing her ass, I alternated between each cheek, smacking then rubbing the sting off.
"That's right," I said. "I'm giving you a spanking. You've been a naughty girl and I need to teach you a lesson."
The combination of dirty talk, forcefullness and spanking had really gotten to both of us. I was rock hard and as I reached down below her ass into her crotch, I found she was soaking wet. Rubbing her clit brought her to orgasm. Before I knew it, she had pulled me down onto the bed and was blowing me with an animal hunger and passion she hadn't displayed in quite sometime.
I continued to stroke and smack her ass, while speaking to her. This drove her even more wild and soon we were fucking away with a teenage lust that had us both exploding.
WOW.
By the time we were at the video store, waiting in line, I growled into her ear, while pulling her into me, "You know what I'm gonna do to you? Anything I want when we get home, cause you're MINE. I OWN your hot ass and you." I gave her ass a discrete smack and we proceeded to pay for the videos and left for home.
She couldn't keep her hands off me while I drove us home. Nor I with her. Rubbing her thighs in between shifting gears, I asked her is she was my "Naughty girl".
"Naughty girls get punished, for being naughty."
Flushed with excitement she nodded and said, "I've been bad."
Well, we made it home and she marched into the bedroom and bent over the bed waving her ass in the air. Forcefully I came up behind her and while rubbing her ass, I growled into her ear, "Naughty girls get spanked. You deserve a spanking."
I proceeded to swat her ass a few times. She responded by moaning enthusiastically. Then, continuing the game, I ordered her to take her clothes off.
She stripped quickly and I did the same(socks too!). I then ordered her to get onto the bed and assume the position.
She jumped onto the bed and assumed the doggy style position.
Rubbing her ass, I alternated between each cheek, smacking then rubbing the sting off.
"That's right," I said. "I'm giving you a spanking. You've been a naughty girl and I need to teach you a lesson."
The combination of dirty talk, forcefullness and spanking had really gotten to both of us. I was rock hard and as I reached down below her ass into her crotch, I found she was soaking wet. Rubbing her clit brought her to orgasm. Before I knew it, she had pulled me down onto the bed and was blowing me with an animal hunger and passion she hadn't displayed in quite sometime.
I continued to stroke and smack her ass, while speaking to her. This drove her even more wild and soon we were fucking away with a teenage lust that had us both exploding.
WOW.
A Turning Point?
So what's happening now?
Well we talk. A good thing. Our success has always been that we NEVER go to bed without resolving our issues. I've been known to talk her ears off, but in the end we compromise and work things out, and then get to sleep.
Well we've recognized that we are in a rutt. Car's fucked up. We're broke even though we have good jobs and make a shitload of money, we are "lucky" enough to own our own house in San Francisco, but the bills and student loans make sure that at the end of the month we don't have fun money to burn.
So we haven't gone on a vacation for a few years, haven't really left the area because the car's shot, and we don't really go out much either.
So one saturday morning during Christmas break, staying at home as usual, the misses was acting a little bratty and I gave her a swat on her ass. She was changing into some jeans getting ready to go to Home Depot with me to get parts to fix the broken kitchen sink. Now I've swatted her ass before, she's done the same to me. I see her ass and I just want to grab it every chance I can.
But this time, probably because I had been reading some S&M porn stories lately, I embelished the swats by growling into her ear that she was a "naughty girl" a "dirty naughtly little girl".
She seemed to like that.
A lot.
Well we talk. A good thing. Our success has always been that we NEVER go to bed without resolving our issues. I've been known to talk her ears off, but in the end we compromise and work things out, and then get to sleep.
Well we've recognized that we are in a rutt. Car's fucked up. We're broke even though we have good jobs and make a shitload of money, we are "lucky" enough to own our own house in San Francisco, but the bills and student loans make sure that at the end of the month we don't have fun money to burn.
So we haven't gone on a vacation for a few years, haven't really left the area because the car's shot, and we don't really go out much either.
So one saturday morning during Christmas break, staying at home as usual, the misses was acting a little bratty and I gave her a swat on her ass. She was changing into some jeans getting ready to go to Home Depot with me to get parts to fix the broken kitchen sink. Now I've swatted her ass before, she's done the same to me. I see her ass and I just want to grab it every chance I can.
But this time, probably because I had been reading some S&M porn stories lately, I embelished the swats by growling into her ear that she was a "naughty girl" a "dirty naughtly little girl".
She seemed to like that.
A lot.
1st Post
So what the hell am I posting for?
Well, I'm going back to school for my Masters and just found out I have to write an essay. It's been almost ten years since I really wrote anything and I gotta get back into writing shape.
Some things have been happening in my personal life and now I kinda have something to write about. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm writing to get "my thoughts" down, I'm taking a snapshot of my psyche in time, whatever!
So why Sir Semega?
Semega is Japanese, but I certainly am not. Hopefully through the next couple of posts I can make it clear.
Well, I'm going back to school for my Masters and just found out I have to write an essay. It's been almost ten years since I really wrote anything and I gotta get back into writing shape.
Some things have been happening in my personal life and now I kinda have something to write about. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm writing to get "my thoughts" down, I'm taking a snapshot of my psyche in time, whatever!
So why Sir Semega?
Semega is Japanese, but I certainly am not. Hopefully through the next couple of posts I can make it clear.
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