WaxPlay 101

 My lover found me the perfect Christmas gift, a Celtic collar in one of my favorite colors. I've always said that I didn't want a diamond, and if we ever exchange rings, I wanted him to make mine a dark sapphire set in silver/white gold. Since our wedding isn't until October 2019, we have awhile to find a ring, and in the meantime I can wear my perfect Celtic collar whenever I need to feel his ownership of me.

It latches in the back like a regular dog-collar does - which was a desire of mine, as opposed to clasps, ties, or clips. It fits me with holes to spare - and being a BBW that was a legitimate concern as many that I've tried on were designed with smaller necks in mind. My man tried it on himself and even had the shop clerk try it on for him since apparently she seemed like she was my size. I am a Celtic Pagan. Most of my tattoos (shown below) are Celtic or at least Celtic inspired. So this collar works for me on SO many levels. Just another show of how well my man knows me!

It was an awesome Christmas. Between the firecupping set, the waxplay set and the collar that he gave me, the bondage rope that I gave him, and the moose leather flogger that's on it's way to us as I type (which was supposed to come last week, but will be here in time for my birthday on Wednesday), this was a very kinky Christmas for us.

On to Wax Play; be sure to use unscented candles as candles with scents tend to burn hotter and are more likely to burn the skin. Natural soy or beeswax are best as they burn at lower temps, and the softer the wax of the candle to the touch, the lower temperature that it will burn at. You are always looking for low temp burning candles as they are the least likely to burn the skin of the person being waxed. If it seems too hot to the waxee you can always raise the candle higher from the skin - the further it falls from the candle to the skin the longer the wax has to cool before hitting the victim, umm, waxee.

Before doing any waxing, you need to rub oil into the skin that will be waxed. Baby Oil is the best apparently, but I can't stand the smell of it, so mineral oil is the next best. But any oil can be used... since we didn't have any this evening, we just used some warming massage oil / lube that we had handy and it worked fine. The purpose of the oil is to help with the wax removal and to help with preventing burns by creating a slight barrier/layer between the skin and the wax. If you do not rub oil into the skin, the wax is more likely to "stick" to the skin or hurt when it's removed. This evening we were waxing my boobs, so they got a nice rub down prior to beginning the scene.

I loved how, in the below picture, the white undercoat of wax looks like a bukkake scene from a porn clip. I can't imagine that actually just sitting there waiting for man after man to cum on you would be all that sexy or fun, but I often love the end result of seeing the woman covered in cum with it dripping off of her face and boobs... anyways, I digress, this is NOT cum, this is the white undercoat of wax on my boobs. You are always supposed to put down an undercoat like this as colored wax burns hotter then white. If you went straight to the colors, you are more likely to burn the waxee. Even through this undercoat of white wax, the color that is dripped on me later on in the scene feels hotter then the white wax felt, so I was thankful for the white undercoat.

We have a friend who uses a little crockpot to melt white candles, rather then dripping the undercoat on. With a pot of melted wax at your disposal the undercoat would go on a lot faster and allow you to get to the color designs quicker - you just use a measuring cup or large spoon and splash on the undercoat to your desired skin. But, for me personally, I enjoy the dripping sensation, and never really knowing where exactly the next drop will hit, so I prefer just using a candle for the entire process.

After you have a good solid coat of white, then you can move on to the colors. I find it to be a very artsy and pretty look to have all the drips and drops of color splattering my boobs. Tho it was hard to keep my arms/hands still and holding my breasts up for waxing. The colored wax really does burn hotter and in the few small drops that hit me where the white undercoat wasn't, caused delicious almost too-much pain sensations to course through my body.

Part of the fun of Wax Play, to me, is the removal of the wax. We can incorporate knife play which is another of my favorites into this part of the scene. Feeling the blade scrape across my flesh. Trusting my partner to do this to me is an awesome feeling. Knowing that the slightest nick could draw blood, it's a great rush. Below is the knife we've found to be one of the best for wax removal. Its long thin blade can get between the wax and my skin with the precision needed for the task. I ordered this particular knife from budk.com as a novelty item for $2.95. I guess there isn't much of a market for real flip-open pocket knives that have 7" blades, but it works great for our purposes. I recommend this site for any blades/weapon play. They have great prices for great looking items and while none of them are actual weapon quality (you really get what you pay for) all of the knives/weapons we've ordered from them have been more then adequate for our needs.

It's tough to get action shots when you're both trying to enjoy the play but I think that the below shots are pretty good. It looks both dangerous and fun - tho perhaps the fun part of that is only from my kinky mind enjoying the danger aspect. I think that many more people are turned on by danger then they might realize. Everyone who gets on an amusement park ride because they love the thrill of it, would probably love the feel of a knife pressed to their body by someone they trust. My man says he feels like a surgeon when he is using a knife on me. I like the scraping and rubbing and peeling. Plus between the oil and the wax, my skin feels soft and smooth after a good wax session. Soft skin and rubbing hands as counterpoint to the harsh steel and scratching blade. The wax falling away as the metal rends it from my skin. Mmmm....

Be still, my love. There is a knife pressed to your heart. A knife that could as easily slice flesh as simply set here. Trust me; I have the power here. You are my sub to do with what I want. This knife pressed to your breasts is a symbol of my dominance over you. I choose whether to release you or to cut your flesh. Your blood is mine, your body is mine, you are mine. I won't hurt you. Because you give yourself to me so willingly, so graciously, so beautifully, I will only do what pleases us both. Because you trust me, I won't hurt you. And because I don't hurt you, you trust me.

Firecupping 101

A human stegosaurus...

 Firecupping is one of our most recent forays into learning new things from FetLife friends. It's actually a massage technique offered at many day spas locally, and so, while we learned about it as a BDSM activity, it's more of sensation play then anything D/s or S/M.

The basic process is: wipe the inside of the cups with 91% alcohol (found at any local drug store in the first aid section), place the cup upside down about 2 inches from the skin, place a lighter under the cup and flick it until the alcohol on the inside catches fire, remove the lighter and place the cup down on the skin (while the fire is still burning), the fire quickly burns out when the oxygen is cut off and the resulting lack of oxygen between the cup and skin forms suction that sucks the skin and top layer of muscle up into the cup. Leave the cups on for 10-15 minutes (the longer you leave them the darker the hicky marks), and while they are on, you can tap the cups, tug on the cups, rub the skin around the outside of the cups, do some light flogging or knife play, give your subject an orgasm, or whatever the feel of the scene is for you both. Then remove the cups either by twisting, sliding, pulling, or wedging a finger under the rim of the glass to break the suction (tho are listed by level of "pain" with twisting being the most painful and breaking the suction with a finger being pretty much pain free).

Add some scratch/smack play...

I love having many different sensations mixed in together with the Firecupping. This picture shows a wooden spoon being used to alternately scratch and smack the flesh around the cups. Every sensation is heightened by the fact that the skin (and nerves) are pulled tight under the cups. Add all sort of feelings together and the subject (me) can sometimes almost be overwhelmed by all of the sensations. It's borderline overload at times.  In my opinion, it's better when a blindfold is used, that cuts down on one sense and helps focus your attention on all of the other senses - main one with Firecupping being touch.

Multiple hands on me makes for a nice scene...

 One of the things that I really enjoyed about this session was having the attention of multiple sets of hands on me. There is something nice about knowing that four or five people could be taking turns using varying tools and/or their hands on my body. It adds a comforting emotional element to all of the physical sensations going on within the body throughout the Firecupping.

I think symmetry is important (i.e. don't use 3 cups, use 4) up and down the spine... or on the butt, or boobs, or wherever you place them. When you're pulling them off pull straight up and don't twist or slide (unless you want the pain). When a lot of alcohol is used in the cups, the tightness of the skin pulled up in them can be borderline painful, but as someone who likes pain, that's OK to me. I think it has something to do with the more alcohol the more the fire burns before going out and the tighter the suction.

Cut off my breath and smack my ass and I am in heaven...

I also like breath play... and having the Dragontail whip looped around my neck added another level of sensations that increased my pleasure throughout this session. My body (and I'm sure everyone's) gets pleasantly tingly when I feel something tighten around my throat. My man knows the pressure points in my neck to knock me out completely, which he will do at times and almost brings me to orgasm from that alone, but even just a slight pressure around my neck can make me squirm in pleasure. My body tightens, my pussy dampens, and my entire sub side comes out as I lay there and willingly put my life in anothers hands. The little crop shown above also added sensation after sensation as it was used on my back, ass, and even on the Firecups themselves. That's another thing that can be done... alternately tug and push on the Firecups themselves. This is part of the massage techniques used and really works the skin/ muscles/nerves in and around the Firecups.

Only "downside" to Firecupping is the unavoidable marks that are left behind. I personally love being marked by anything as its a constant reminder of that activity. Bruise me, cut me, whip me, cane me, Firecup me... anything that leaves its mark on me is enjoyable. The best activities are ones that you can't forget, that every movement reminds you of, that people can see the effects of and ask you about.

I definitely recommend Firecupping to anyone who is into sensation play or even simple massage. You can customize this activity to be included in whatever your personal kink is through breath play, whips/floggers, knives, etc... Its cheap to set up your own kit from the dollar store, easy to learn or teach someone to do on you, and very very relaxing and enjoyable.

The nip of autumn is in the air... it brings glowing cheeks everywhere...

Nothing is quite as nice as a glowing red bottom...

A red bottom brought about by a whip and strong hands...

Sexy man getting the whip out...

My man is .... all man ....

Default Dominatrix - or - The Subs I've Had

I was thinking about it the other night, and even tho I consider myself naturally submissive and masochistic, I have played with more submissive guys then dominant ones. I guess you could say I am a default dominatrix. There just has seemed like there is a shortage of men around me who can step up to line I draw and actually top me. I am not an "easy" slave who is dying to please any man ... I am a sassy, bratty bitch who needs to be slapped around and made to submit.

Words have next to no effect on me - you have to physically MAKE me submit to you. Tell me to go to bed and stay there and I will stick my tongue out at you, tell you to fuck yourself and continue watching my TV show. Wrap your hand around my throat and growl threats in my ear as you drag me gasping to the bed and then force me down and beat my ass red, and I will stay in bed until you want me to do otherwise. Basically, I will keep pushing back and mouthing off until you spank me into subspace (or whip me there, flog me there, cane me there, choke me there, prick me there, etc...). Mmmm...

 Anyways, it takes a strong handed master to earn my submissive side - and those types of men are few and far between (at least in my life). Also, any man who wants my sub side, cannot switch. Once I know a man goes to bottom ... I lose all respect for him as dominant to me. Like I said, I'm a total bitch, Lol.

The men I seem to have the most history playing with starts out our online flirting telling me he is a dominant man who wants to have a woman who will play sub to him. BUT, what they end up meaning is that they are a total inexperienced vanilla guy who thinks that pulling my hair during doggy style constitutes playing rough with me. These men think that finding a sub means that the woman will get on her knees and give BJs on cue, maybe give up anal more then birthdays and Christmas, and basically take orders like a droid. Vanilla guys' idea of kinky is completely different then actual dom/sub play.

With these kinky vanilla guys, I never have much hope that they will actually submit me. But, true to form, when I meet a guy who says he want to top me, I push back and mouth off until I realize that they are doing what I tell them and not even trying to top me anymore. And, once I realize that I have the top, I have surprised myself by really getting into it!

I know what I like and what I want to feel... so I KNOW how to talk down to and rough up these little sissy's who thought they could push me around. My mental trail goes like this: This guy is sub, I can get anything I want from him. He does what I tell him. This is a total power rush. And, the guy is into really into it! It's almost a form of submissiveness for me to be doing something that he likes so much. He actually loves being made to give me orgasm after orgasm with his tongue - and then being made to give me a foot rub and watch a chick flick all while wearing a cock ring and butt plug. He doesn't get off til I tell him he can, and look at him, eager as a little puppy to please me.

It's amazing to me the different kinds of men that I have found turn sub on me at the critical moment. I have had a truck driver, a musician, and a marine sniper all play sub to my dominatrix. All three men were large beasts who were threatening to just look at. Just proves that you can't judge a man's dom potential by his looks.

The truck driver, "Ed," was 40, 5'10", Polynesian, 300lbs and built like the trucks he drove, or perhaps like a brick wall. He played dom to me for awhile, but then started asking me to top him more and more. He was probably the most experienced in the lifestyle of anyone I've ever played with - and he taught me a lot about what I liked in a dom before he switched on me and was constant sub. He liked me to order him around in bed and choke him to the point of unconsciousness. I didn't really mind giving him what he wanted, but I felt that he lied to me from the beginning by saying he was a Master (with the capital M) and then flat out refusing to top me after I started showing that I was a good dominatrix. That deception combined with him going and being an idiot by falling in love with me, ended that.

The musician, "Josh," was 33, 6'6", also 300lbs, due to his height the weight looked more proportionate, he had that dark, brooding artistic look. He wasn't so much "sub" as he just liked being a bottom in the bedroom. He liked me to use a dildo and fuck his ass while I beat him with my flogger (or bare hands). We took turns fulfilling each others fantasies. Playtime was fun. He discovered that he liked (more then anything else) me to fist his ass. He was a large guy, but he had a small asshole. It would take almost an hour of graduatingly larger toys until my hand could slide into his body. I would then reach around and make him cum with my other hand as the one inside him would ball into a fist and pound away. Since we didn't have any connection outside the bedroom (as in, we didn't spend more then about 3 minutes together that wasn't in my bed), when he moved to Chicago to finish grad school we lost touch.

And the Marine, "George," was 28 (but was worn and rugged and honestly looked closer to 40), was 5'10", and a solid, ripped, 200lbs. He was tattooed up the wazoo, mean looking, and an exfelon as well as a multiple kill sniper with the Marines ... he was also the most submissive little boy that I ever played with. He would do anything in any way I asked him to - he is the one that would walk around wearing a large butt plug that I inserted and would give me foot rubs and be completely content to sit on the floor by my feet while we watched a movie together as long as I was petting his head like he was the household dog. He was a bottom to the point that, had I been super kinky, this little boy in a steroid-pumped-up, convict's body would have sucked off a bull while I took a dump on his dick - he was just THAT submissive. It scared me to have someone be that submissive and into pleasing me (even tho I know it was his submissive side and not necessarily ME that he was into). I eventually ordered him to find a good vanilla girl and be happy with her because I couldn't handle the responsibility of this little boy needing me the way he did. The last I heard, he was married to a sweet little Asian girl that he met at a blood drive at the local university. Tho who knows, she could be a secret dominatrix too. I don't know about her, but I know I definitely could have used the below book when I was playing with him!

 
I thought about it and perhaps I am not as submissive as I pretend. Even tho what I truly CRAVE is a dominant man who can make me submit. I never fantasize about topping a man and I always dream about being bruised and sore from having a man whip my ass. I never wish I had a guy who's ass I could fist, and I do wish for a man to push his whole hand into my body. I don't go looking for a man to give me a foot rub, and I do crave to be made to kneel before my Master and deep throat him.

But, when push comes to shove, I've been told that I am a very good default dominatrix...

Me? Anti-Feminism?

How can watching a woman being loved on by a man be anti-female in any way?

I sometimes wonder at the blogs I read.

Who are these people who think that they can post "x" and not get a response from me? Why would they put a thought as insane as that out there in cyberspace if not to get a response like the one I am about to leave them?

I've noticed many different types of adult ("sex") blogs that are written by females. In general, I feel that I can split most of the female-written sex blogs I read regularly into one of two groups - they have either a "gender equality" slant or a "pro-feminine" slant to the writing. Both are forms of feminism (looking at them objectively). The term "feminist" has negative connotation to me, but I use it here since it seems to be the "IT" word for modern females.

My blog or at least my outlook on life which should be reflected in my blog is from a definite pro-feminine viewpoint. Here are my simplified definitions of these two terms stated as neutrally as I can manage to define them given I feel so strongly in line with the pro-feminine stance personally. One thing to take notice of is that BOTH of these feminisms believe that the "worth" of a person is not determined by their gender. 

Gender-Equality: a belief system in which a person believes that all men and women are inherently the same and should be treated as such. These feminists believe that the only difference between the two genders is in genitalia and they are constantly striving to make the world be just as gender-blind as it is color-blind (at least as color-blind as it's become over the past 50+- years).These are the feminists that have made Virginia Military Institute (VMI) open to both genders, these are the feminists who bring lawsuits against the PGA or NFL for not allowing women to compete, and these are the feminists who have created a workplace environment where women no longer have to put up with sexual harassment.

Pro-Feminine: a belief system in which a person believes that men and women should be treated equally in life and the workplace and neither gender should be looked down on any more then the other simply because of their gender, BUT these are also people who also believe that women and men are VERY different in very fundamental, biological ways. These feminists believe that each gender should embrace the differences that their gender embodies - but that neither gender is inherently better/worse or higher/lower then the other in life. These feminists are ones who also strive to have equal pay for equal work in the workplace, but they still want/expect men to BE men (do the soldiering, open doors, perhaps even be the main breadwinner in a household).

Now the main issue behind this whole rant is that I have a subscription of Playboy (and Penthouse and Maxim for that matter…). I am 26 years old, straight (maybe bi-curious), and ALL female. Yet I ordered these magazine subscriptions while single. Apparently I am on the complete other side of the fence then the "gender-equality" camp of women regarding the whole porn issue.

I believe that the fact that many in society view females as sex objects is equaled out by the fact that we, as women, can/could use our sexuality (our sex-object-ness) in order to get things that we want/need in life. The fact that some men may see it (being a sex object) as a demeaning thing shouldn’t bother us, as that attitude just makes them easier to push around. Now I’m not a man-hater, or a sneaky manipulating bitch, or anything like that … I am mainly being extreme to make these points - “use what you have” and “men and women ARE different and we should embrace those differences.” Also, I think if a woman wears lipstick and has her self-esteem wrapped up in her looks, then she is just being a normal human with her own issues … Personally I could never justify blaming Hugh Hefner because I can’t go a day without mascara…

And, yet when I posted a comment stating this opinion on a blog that was trying to blame the porn industry for ALL of womens' issues, I got the response of:

"Major FAIL at the feminism! Feminism is about women having choices and about equality between everyone. Porn is demeaning to woman and there is no way that a self-respecting woman could ever look at or support porn and still consider herself doing anything good for any feminist causes."

I wish someone could tell me why my attitude a "fail" at feminism? But, none of the blog responders could explain it and I eventually gave up the discussion. If feminism is about woman having choices- and a female is CHOOSING to use her sex-objectness (by being in or enjoying porn) instead of bitching about having a sexuality - then more power to her. Using your personal assets as positives in your life is not manipulation (any more then any basis for a relationship is by default). Using your assets as assets is simply being smart.

It’s all in your perspective; either the couple has a healthy, happy relationship (which always includes give and take from both parties). Or the couple is just manipulating each other … the man is just using his “protect the girl” instincts as part of the package to “manipulate” the woman into finding him useful and keeping him around. And, the woman is just using her “sex-object-ness” as part of the package to “manipulate” him into staying around and being faithful.

 
If a woman finds that she is “empowered by being a sex object,” then how is it wrong of her to embrace that? Even if a person truly believes that embracing sexuality it hasn’t helped anyone historically, why is she responsible for all of society’s “women” and not just for herself. If she has found something that works for her, more power to her.

I truely don’t feel that I am anti-female by being pro-sexuality … however, I guess if I have failed at feminism, then so be it. That's really OK with me because “feminism” it isn’t a label I generally claim as fitting me anyways. I truly enjoy the fact that I am female and I enjoy the that my differences from men give me the ability to be desired by men - if being PRO-female is being ANTI-feminism... then I am as anti-feminism as they come.

Wanting my feminine body / heart / soul to be wanted by a man is about as pro-female as I can imagine anything to be...

Swinging Horrors, Take One.

My man is an awesome chef. He does most of the cooking  around our house. His specialty is Mexican food - burritos, fajitas, tacos, enchiladas, etc... So I said this to him... "Hun, you know that even tho I love your Mexican food, and I absolutely LOVE when you cook fajitas for me, we both still enjoy going to El Gran Rodeo occasionally right? So what do you think about taking the same approach to our sex life?"

And... now my man and I have been doing the swinging thing for a few months! 

It's been, well, an experience to say the least. This is my second foray into the world of swinging and his first - although we've both had numerous casual and exotic relationships before. He's had many many threesomes as have I, and I've had many foursomes and moresomes. He's dated strippers and whores and been a pimp and a gigolo. I've had masters and slaves, I've had a sugar daddy and been the nympho in many relationships.

I could tell you stories upon stories of the first time a man and I tried swinging, and most of them would make you cringe rather then cum. So many people in this type of life are only in it for themselves. They are only in it because they aren't happy with their partner. Their attitude is more along the lines of "my lover sucks, in the bad way, so why don't I foist him off on some random girl while I get to fuck someone new and hopefully better then my own guy in bed, and if he is at all worth it I will then try to steal the new better lover away from his current relationship"(and of course that happens with both genders, not just women).

All that said, this is the first time and first relationship that either my man or I have been in that we cared SO much about our partner and yet still wanted to try opening up the bedroom to others. I actually kind of find it ironic that one of the only men that I've dated who is completely happy with just me and just monogamy is one of the few that I'm trying to convert into a swinger... Other men and other relationships have been rocky from the start and I wouldn't even think of broaching the concept with them - because they would take the conversation me giving them carte blanc to go fuck anything that moves behind my back (which many of them did anyways).

I think that perhaps it is BECAUSE my man and I are SO stable and secure in our monogamy that we feel free to explore some different spices to add to our relationship. It is because I trust him completely with my heart, soul and body, that I trust that I can give him other women to play with and know that it won't end up in cheating and it wont be difficult  for us to do safely and honestly and that it wont mess up what we have. As I told him. If I had to choose between monogamy forever or messing up what we have, it wouldn't even be a choice in my mind, all other men would become faint blurs on the edge of my vision. And, because I know he feels the same way, we can add a little dash of this and that to our sex life and not risk what we are to each other.

I enjoy watching him have pleasure. Whether it's from me or another woman doesn't matter. I love him and hence his enjoyment alone brings me pleasure, and he is the same way. He knows I am going home with him at the end of the night, so why not be able to watch a live porn acted out in front of his eyes with the woman he loves as the star ... he's always had voyeuristic tendencies anyways! Lol.


Which is a good thing since the only way we will swing with anyone is after we get to know and like them as people. We totally understand if people only want a bedroom based relationship (and we don't think it's wrong in the slightest - just doesn't work for us). We are up front and honest with people from the get-go and tell them that we don't put out on the first date, and maybe not even the 2nd or 3rd. We give people the chance to back out because of this friendship first arrangement. If we meet them in person, then it's with the understanding that we all will spend numerous nights getting to know each other before anything more then a goodnight kiss occurs. We feel that the only way any of this will work is if everyone is honest and on the same page. So, we are very sure to lay it all out before meeting anyone.

Now given this approach of ours, we assume that we will avoid situations like what ended up happening many times to me the last time I was in this life. BUT it has happened to us. We have met many decent people who we've become friends with over the past few months. We have met a few absolutely awesome couples that we are enjoying getting to know and creating a friendship with in addition to all the benefits that we're enjoying as well. Two couples in particular we've become really good friends with and enjoy them in and out of the bedroom. 

One couple in particular I would like to gripe about for a minute and to use as an example of things NOT to do when getting into swinging. These people... we shall call them John and Mary... got the usual lecture from us before even a few minutes of chatting had gone by online (weeks ago). They knew we wouldn't meet til we got a feel for them, and we wouldn't hook up for at least a few face-to-face meetings had occurred.


Even after hearing all this, they continued to chat with us and flirt with us and talked about how awesome it was to meet people who actually wanted to be friends with them and not just get into their pants. It seemed like a promising start to a fun friendship. The only thing that made my man pause was how John would chat him up first thing in the morning and want to know intimate details about me and my pussy.

Anyways, the other night we decided to meet up with them for dinner. We figured it would be a safe time to meet since they "were in town anyways" for a football game that started at 7pm. So, we had a sure excuse to leave after an hour in case we didn't like them. Well, we didn't like them. John in particular was a total redneck creep. His pictures may have technically been him, but they did not show the dirtiness, rudeness, or the sausage like fingers that tried to grope me under the table. He had all the sex appeal of a "funny uncle" who will someday get caught on that "how to catch a predator" show. I cannot describe the deep instinctual shudders that ran through me after less then five minutes in his presence. But, since this scene is about only casual sex, and I claim not to be a shallow person, I didn't run screaming from the restaurant and attempted to give him a chance to have a winning personality or at least some kind of redeeming quality that would make me forget about the creep-factor.

It just went from bad to worse, but since we are decent people, we were friendly and fun and maybe a little more flirty then we should have been. We stood in the parking lot and chatted as I constantly edged further and further away from him as he tried to hone in on my personal space. They claimed their football game didn't actually start until 7:30pm now and that they didn't mind being late to it. We finally managed to make our excuses and got away from them. As we were waxing miserable about them in the car home, they called us and wanted to know if they could come over because they really enjoyed us and wanted to spend more time with us and even wanted to skip their football game (which was their whole reason for being in town in the first place) in order to be with us that night. We claimed tiredness and promised to get back to them by the end of the weekend.


Well, we sent them a very polite email within 24 hours which read: 

"Hey there! Thanks for meeting us last night. We appreciated the conversations and friendliness! For the sake of honesty, we wanted to let you know that we don't think that it will work for us in the swinging sense - the chemistry wasn't there, at least on our side. If you guys are OK with friendship, we would be cool with hanging out again sometime. Again, we enjoyed the company. Hope you have a good rest of the weekend!"

Then we got the following response: 

"your obviusly the new guys at this. there wasnt any chemistry there 4 us toward u.but we was going try to give it a shot.Good luck finding what your looking for . to be honest it will be hard for you to find any people that will play ur dum game of lets hang out till we feel like we want to have sex. most people dont have time to play the gettin 2 b friends game . we were willin to try it 4 you but no more.we dont want u guys anyways i do wish you well in finding what your looking for"

Well, at least he wished us luck, Lol. Come to find out, John has a horrible reputation in the local scene of being a total creep. I started talking to some of the other women I've gotten to know this time around in the lifestyle and they backed me up about him- which made me feel at least a little better. Apparently he has an uncircumcised  micro-penis with head cheese and only manages to keep Mary around because he swings with her (and allows her to swing without him). He did the same thing to keep his ex-wife and they eventually had to drive up to 6-8 hours away to meet couples who would actually meet them and they have never had a second actual sex swinging night with anyone because he is THAT bad. SO I've compiled a list of things we've learned from them:

• Don't constantly ask another man about his wife/gf's pussy if you claim to want to try and be friends.
• Don't come up with bogus reasons to be in the area near the people you want to swing with, otherwise they will find out that you've lied and then you've blown your first impression.
• Don't come to a first date dressed in too tight jeans and a black t-shirt with satanic symbols all over it. 
• Dont talk about planning to beat up your kids and their friends on a first date. 
• Don't eat 4 plates of chinese buffet and spill it all over yourself on a first date. 
• Don't stare at the cleavage of the female half of the couple you're meeting for the first time constantly to the point of NEVER meeting her eyes in a 90 minute time span. 
• Don't put your hands on the female unless her man invites you to.
• Don't act like you can't get enough of the couple and cant wait to have them if you plan to have sour grapes about the fact that they aren't into you. 
• Don't say you're ok with a friendship when you obviously are only into notching your bedpost. 
• Don't try to get in someone's pants when you have nothing to offer in yours (cleanliness and SKILLS count as something - at least have those).
• Don't send emails to couples that can be made fun of on SO many levels.   

 Don't come out of the Deliverance movie, period...

 

Sex Blogs I Read & Love

Listed below are the other adult blogs that I read regularly. Of the literally thousands out there to read these few have managed to catch and keep my attention over time. Some contain articles on life and sex, others are advice columns, some are written by many authors, and some are just plain comic relief. Let me know what you think of them! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do! (They are in no particular order.)
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Always Aroused Girl's Blog - Sex Toy Reviews, Sex and Politics, and Comic Relief "Between writing a personal blog, looking at porn, building websites and reading lots of books, this Always Aroused Girl enjoys petting her cats. No that is not a euphemism. Well, maybe it is."

Trinity-Pup - A Collared Submissive Girl's Diary of Kinky Nights "I am a collared submissive and owned by a wonderful Master. He told me He would show me who was in charge, who owned me and would make sure I felt deeply submissive by the time He had finished with me."

Hot Alpha Female - Sassy Girl Gives Dating and Sex Advice "Brutally Honest Dating Advice … I'm just a girl, who has had some dating experience, read a whole lot of books and has extraordinary passion about the dating game, who will give advice to anyone and everyone who is willing to listen."

Honey and Lance - Two Friends Give Sex Advice and Share Stories "Perspectives on dating, relationships, pickup, sex, and life. We blog about dating, relationships, seduction, sex, and everything in between. Lance is a single social artist based in Orlando, Florida. Honey is in a long term relationship with Jake and they live together in Phoenix, Arizona."

Carnivalesq - Porn / Sex Toy Reviews and Sex Stories "Join me for some creative writing, frank explorations of sex and sexuality, some sex toy reviews and often, far too much information."

Carnal Nation - Sex in the News and Stories to Make You Blush "CarnalNation provides comprehensive coverage for grown-ups. We publish original, incisive and uncensored content. We make this commitment at all levels: the personal, the political, and the perverted. We know you take your fun as seriously as we do, so we invite you to realize and explore your interests, desires, and curiosities."

Hey Epiphora - Sex Toy Reviews "Sex toy reviews and musings, no sugarcoating. I'm fascinated by gender, in lust with writing, driven by coffee. I type quickly, eat slowly, and watch porn for hours. I greatly prefer cats to children, and always want to be drinking something while I write. I’m pansexual and a feminist — two of the only labels that really suit me. I am also painfully monogamous and very vanilla."

Pink Sex Geek - Girl Share Sex and Life Stories and Sex Toy Reviews "I’m Crista, and I am a Pleasure Based/Sex-Positive Sex Educator and Toy Goddess. That can be a bit of a mouthful, so I stick with Sex Geek. Pleasure Based meaning I teach sex education to adults with an emphasis on how to have a more enjoyable and orgasmic sex life either with partners or with yourself."

The Cherry Scoop - Sex Toy Reviews "My name is Sundae and I'm the mysterious figure behind this blog! I've been reviewing sex toys since around August of 2009, so I've had a lot of time to get familiar with products, become connected to the community and be exposed to plenty of fascinating sex info."

Between My Sheets - Submissive Slut's Writings on Sex "I’ve ghost-written over ten sex guide ebooks, including ones on squirting and giving your partner a prostate massage. I suspect they’re good sellers because the client keeps ordering more! I have cinnamon-flavored throat-numbing cream for guys who are too big to otherwise deep throat. I enjoy watching porn while I masturbate."

The Beautiful Kind - Multi Author Blog W/ Sex Columns on Advice, Stories and Kink "The Beautiful Kind is a sex positive community where people can get advice, share their experiences, and learn a thing or two from TBK, a bonafide sexgoddess. This site strives to bring shy folks out of their shell, and offer a safe haven for perverts. All genders, sexual orientations, lifestyles, and fetishes are welcome here. Open, honest, and authentic, The Beautiful Kind is sure to entertain, educate, titillate, and inspire. Smut for smart people."

Sex Is - Edens Fantasies - Multi Author Blog W/ Sex Toy Reviews, Advice and Stories "Find sex tips for everyday life, read opinions on the heated sex debates in our society, make smart and informed sex shopping decisions, open your horizons with new sex techniques and join sex positive EdenFantasys community."

Curvaceous Dee - Chubby Woman Discusses Life, Sex and Kink "Curvaceous, vivacious, tenacious, bodacious. That's Curvaceous Dee! I'm also fat, poly, pansexual, civilly unioned, kinky, kiwi, and happy."

Sexuality Happens - Chubby Bi Sex Blogger and Toy Reviewer "I’m Essin’ Em, your friendly neighborhood feminist, queer, Femme, horny, politically active, questioning, pondering sexologist and sex educator. This blog is a discussion about the full spectrum of sexuality, sex toy/porn/book reviews, pieces of my personal life including snippets of sex stories, poignant news relating to sexuality, sex tips, and amusing tidbits and awkward moments."

Hello Saraid - Sex Toy Reviews and Life/Sex Stories "I’m a normal college student that has a passion for talking about sexuality. On this blog you’ll find my thoughts on how sexuality is presented in the media, how I feel about my own sexual identity, and much more. But, I mainly write sex toy reviews, which in addition to being fun for me to write, are helpful to a wide variety of audiences. I try my best to make my reviews approachable for all age groups and for all walks of life."

Mistress Matisse's Journal - Pro-Domme's Stories of Life in the Business "Seattle writer/professional dominatrix's personal musings, rants and life-trivia... I am a very beautiful, experienced dominatrix with a private, fully-equipped dungeon in Seattle, Washington. I do sessions with beginners as well as experienced submissives."

Desk Full of Dildos - Girl Reviews SexToys and Share Weird Sex Things Found Online "Desk Full of Dildos: your source for sex toy news, reviews, company profiles, snark, and weird adult novelties. I have always been a rabid fan of all things adult, obsessing over toy line debuts the way tech geeks salivate over smartphones and imacs."

DIY Sex Blog - Fun Homemade Sex Toys and Sex In the News "Too embarrassed (or too cheap) to buy sex toys? This site shows you how, step-by-step, to build them yourself. Got ingenious inventions? Don't be shy, share them with us. And if you decide you want to buy instead of make, we give recommendations of online toy stores which have impressive selections."

Kinky Stick Figure - Poking Fun at Sex "I am on a collision course with wackiness. I am likely old enough to be your mother, but I'm still the coolest girl you'll ever meet."

She Loves Sex- Sexy Diversions By Women For Women "Do you love Sex? Do you love to learn about it, read about it, and hear the opinions of other women who love it as much as you do? SheLovesSex gives you custom content we write ourselves and the best sex & dating articles that we find on the net. No searching all over to find the juiciest tidbits. No gossip, no fashion tips... just a bevy of information about sex, in all its facets."

Sexie Sadie - Stories of Seduction "This is where I chronicle my experiences in an open relationship with my wonderful Hubby. I write freely here, and about a concept that you may not agree with straight away. But, I urge you to dig around my posts and see what I have to say, because you just might change your mind about someone like me."

Sexy Blogtime! - Sex Toy Reviews, Pics of Porn and Sexy Musings "Sexy Blogtime! is Lucy Vonne's input on everything in the adult world. From toy and porn reviews to bringing you the hottest porn studs around in the business. If it sparks her interest and deals with sex then she wants you to know about it. Sex is wonderful! She was named one of the best sex toy reviewers of 2008 by the pleasurists.com."

Tiny Nibbles - Sex Commentary, Accurate Sex Info and Erotica "Violet Blue is regarded as the foremost expert in the field of sex and technology, a sex-positive pundit in mainstream media and is regularly interviewed, quoted and featured prominently by major media outlets. She is a published feature writer and columnist since 1998, Violet also has many award-winning, best selling books."

Denying Thumper - Male Sub's Diary about Chastity "A blog about a masochistic, submissively-inclined, orgasm-denied male bunny locked in chastity."

Bad Bad Girl - Submissive Girl's Sex Diary On Being Owned "I'm a cool chick who likes to use the word “cunt." I believe in being sex-positive and hate-negative. I think chicks with real tits are sexy. I like to talk dirty and curse incessantly. I love dildo’s and vibrators but will never choose one over the real thing."

Britni's Shameless - Bitchy Bi Girl Sharing Thoughts on Sex and Life "I'm nothing but a brash and impetuous girl striving to be true to myself while searching for somewhere to belong, someone to love, and a better version of me.

Sexual Map

Find out where I've journeyed on the Map of Human Sexuality!

Click the link above to sees my map of sexual experiences and fantasies. Check it out and let me know if you want me to write about anything that I've marked. I had fun filling this out. I have a lot more green (Tried and Liked) then I thought I would as I thought about each fetish and experience. Yet, I still have more purple (Want to try) then green. I didn't mark anything as un-liked; sex is like pizza after all! However, there are quite a few of those green dots that I wouldn't rush to try again - especially since there are so many purples dots yet to experience.

Also, you should fill one out yourself. It's a fun little exercise to see where you stand in the realm of kinkiness. Post the link to your saved map in a comment on this blog, so we can compare notes :-)

Or you can purchase the copy of the poster ... HERE ...

Pain and pleasure - A typical fantasy...

The below is a work of complete fiction (tho I may wish otherwise). It's a fantasy of mine that has made it into writing... 

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I was just getting back from lunch with my dad. I had come in to say hello to my old boss- his secretary. I used to have a summer job as office girl here. Many people had changed since I worked here tho. I hardly recognised anyone. The older lady and I chatted for a few minutes then I decided to head out. I was playing hooky from work that day and wanted to get home and relax. I waved goodbye to my dad who was on the phone as I passed his open office door.

The door to the office across from my dads stood slightly open. Soft music was playing inside and I paused on my way out to see if I recognized the song. I didn’t. But before I could head on my way the professor came round the corner and saw me standing near his door. "Hi Kate" he said genially and he seemed to herd me into his office. I was a little surprised when he closed the door behind us. I had seen him a couple times in passing but didnt really know the man. I guess he recognised me from the pictures my dad had of his family adorning his office walls. Once inside I recognized the song on the radio as one of the top rap songs of the week. Not what I would have expected from this middle-aged college professor. I looked at him with a new interest as he began the polite questioning  that always seemed to fill conversations with my dad's colleagues. How was work. How was life. Any man on the scene yet. What was I doing with my life. I could recite the answers in my sleep so I almost tuned him out as I held a conversation and took in his office- and him.

The professor looked to be in his early 40's. Had pitch black hair and a Native American feel to his high cheekbones and dark piercing eyes. He could play the "bad boy" in a movie I thought. Just the right natural darkness to be cast as the "vampire in the alley waiting for an unsuspecting citizen" role. He obviously worked out I noticed with a blush as I caught myself gazing at his broad shoulders and flat stomach. The black polo shirt highlighted his tan and the sleeves stretched over thick biceps. I pictured those arms holding himself up over me in a soft bed. When I finally noticed that he had gone silent and was watching me lust after him, I blushed furiously.  The whole situation seemed awkward suddenly, and I became very conscious of the closed door on the other side of him.

I stood up and moved to quickly pass him and leave- there was no point in trying to pretend I hadnt just been sizing him up like a piece of meat. It would be better to just leave and avoid him in the future I thought. The silence was thick and our eye contact constant as I tried to slide past him towards the door. His hands shot out and wrapped tightly around my wrists. I took a couple quick breaths and tried to still my racing heart. I varied between fearing him and wanting to beg him to fuck me right there on his desk. My breaths were shaky and I could no longer meet his eyes. My glance darted nervously around the small office as he stood and pulled me closer to him. Six foot six inches of dark psychology professor loomed over me. I wanted nothing more then for this beast to ravage me. But, at the same time I feared at any moment the door to the office would be pushed open and someone would interrupt us. The very fact that I worried about being "interrupted" instead of being "saved" told me that my lust was going to get the better of me.

I finally looked up at him and saw something hard and almost menacing in his eyes. The hands gripping my wrists in let go but I was immediately held in place by both of his large hands encircling my neck with his thumbs pushing up on the underside of my chin so my head tilted backwards making my mouth very vulnerable to his. I was embarrassed with myself for panting softly as his mouth came closer to mine. His fingers curled slightly and I felt the hard press of nails in the back of my neck shoot shivers down my spine as his mouth crushed against mine harshly. I found myself going lightheaded as his hands tightened still more around my neck. My own hands reached up desperately and clawed at his fingers as my tongue fought with his and my body heated up.

He dropped his hands, backed away from me. I was suprised as he then ordered me to follow him and he turned and strode out the office door. I followed. All the way down the hall. Down the stairs. Across the parking lot. Almost running to keep up with his long strides. He seemed to glide rather them walk. Every movement he made seemed smooth and feral. He slipped between two parked vehicles and as I followed him he suddenly turned and crushed me against the jeep with his hard body. His hand wove its self in my hair and he jerked my head sideways. Hot lips found my neck and I squirmed. The lips were immediately replaced by teeth. Teeth that were sharp. Sharper then they should have been, a question raised itself in my mind but before I could voice it he bit me. Hard and deep he bit me. I cried out loud as I could feel blood trickle down the inside of my shirt from his bite. A strong cool hand covered my mouth and drowned out the cry. As the pain shot down my body I felt him grow hard against my tummy- an impressive hardness. He opened the passenger door of the jeep and pushed me roughly inside.

My hand clamped to my neck to rub away the pain. I sat motionless in the front seat as he rounded the front of the jeep and climbed in the driver side. I wondered if I should get out and run. The bite had hurt. There was hardly anything sensual about it and if it hadnt been for the kiss back in the office I doubt I would have been turned on at all by this point. I tried the handle experimentally. It was locked. I looked around and couldn’t find a unlock button anywhere. I turned slowly and met his eyes. "One chance" he said coldly. He hit the unlock button on his side and sat looking at me. My one hand on the door handle, my other still holding the bite wound on my neck I looked back at him- torn between fear and the lust that was still murmering in my body.

I slowly released the handle and reached for my seatbelt. Without meeting his eyes again I pulled the belt across me and clicked it. I looked at him again, a bit shyly. I wasnt the type of woman that men usually took to. I'd had my share of partners but none of them had been the random, passionate "oh my god fuck me now" type of encounters. This was the stuff of novels and I decided I would be a fool to pass it up. There was a faint smile playing on his mouth but the hardness was still in his eyes as he started up the jeep and pulled away from the parking space. We drove for thirty minutes without saying a word.

Halfway through the trip I pulled my hand away from my neck and sat watching him. Now that I knew he knew and was ok with my lust of him I let myself indulge in it. The thick arms were just as threateningly exciting as before. His hands were broad and smooth and now knowing how they felt gripping my neck I couldn’t help but shiver as my gaze wandered to them again. I let myself look to his pants where I could still see a bulge from where he'd hardened against me back in the parking lot. I had the sudden urge to reach over and fondle him through the khakis. I did. Well, tried to. My hand slowly crept over his leg and cupped him through the pants gently, but then he grabbed my hand harshly and jerked it up to his mouth where he bit the inside of my wrist lightly and laughed at me before pushing my hand back into my own lap.

Finally we pulled up at an older looking house at the end of a small road through the woods. I went to open my door but found it was once again locked. He smiled at me and got out of his door and came around and opened mine. "Its childproofed. There is no way to ever open it from the inside." I looked at him with suspicion. That meant that back in the parking lot when he had "unlocked" the door for me I really could not have left had I chosen to. Fear grew inside me again as he reached in and grabbing both my wrists with his hands he jerked me roughly out of the jeep.

He immediately took the collar of my shirt in his hands and tore it open along the front, tearing off most of the buttons as he did so. I shuddered as the cold wind bit my bare skin and backed away from him. Once again his body crushed mine to the side of the jeep and he murmured in my ear. "Don’t worry little girl, you will experience nothing but pleasure with me. Maybe painful pleasure, but you will enjoy it." He backed away from me and still gripping one of my wrists he led me into the house. He walked slower this time. I shivered in the cold but didnt need to run to keep up with him. He never let go of my wrist. I wondered at why he didnt hold my hand as a normal man would have. But, I realised that I enjoyed the feel of being in his control. I prefered this wrist holding. Maybe he could sense that about me.

The bedroom was a dark sensual affair. The walls were painted crimson and the black carpet let to a large bed draped in black velvet covers and red silk sheets. The ceiling was covered in mirrors and the walls adorned with candelabras holding upwards of one hundred candles. I found it strange that the candles were all already lit. Perhaps they were fake, or he had servants. He was watching me take in the room. The from behind me his arms enveloped me. His lips found my ear then down to my neck again. I was braced for it this time. When his teeth sank into my neck I leaned back into him and relaxed into the pain. My brain went fuzzy and it took all my self control not to fight against him and his harshness. As the pain grew it turned into pleasure. As I relaxed into it, it overwhelmed me. I almost orgasmed right there from his teeth breaking my skin and his tongue lapping at the wounds.

 

He led me to the bed and lay me on my back. He crawled on top of me and his mouth found mine again. Urgency and passion filled me and my hands clawed at his shirt, pulling it up over his head and revealing a muscular broad torso that was an even golden tan. I grew wet at the sight of all that delicious flesh. On impulse I reared up under him and bit hard on his shoulder. He cried out but didn’t move to stop me. I bit harder and harder and he groaned. I couldnt break the skin tho. Part of me stil didnt want to hurt him. But, I forced myself to bite harder- I may not have his sharp teeth, but if he got to taste my blood then I was going to taste his. My hands reached around him and gripped his back pulling him down onto me with my teeth still locked into his shoulder. He moaned as he relaxed his weight onto me. I was suffocating underneath him. I couldn’t breath but as his blood finally dripped through my teeth into my mouth I felt energy and a sort of craze come over me. I released his shoulder immediately and clung to him as a lightheadedness filled me. He smiled through his pain down at my confusion. “I thought you’d like it” he said.

 

He moved me up higher on the bed then he stretched my right wrist out above my head and before I realized what was happening he had tied it with something. I couldn’t pull it back towards me. My breath quickened again as he did the same thing to the left wrist. Then he slid me as far down the bed as my bonds would allow. I was trapped- with him straddling my hips I was completely helpless.  I panted softly and pleaded with him with my eyes to kiss me again. My body was so filled with lust and desire. I wanted him to just touch me again anywhere anyhow. Yet he sat there and watched me silently. I squirmed, moving my hips up til I was pressed against him. He was hard, and huge from the feel of it.There was still a trickle of blood on his sholder from where I'd bit him. But, I was surprised that as I lay there watching the wound seemed to heal itself. There was still blood but the torn flesh smoothed itself out. I felt the heat leaving my body as I looked up at him in astonishment and confusion. He smiled down at me and I saw the flash of sharp fangs at the corners of his smile.

 

He called out something in a language I didn’t recognize. I was shocked as I watched another man almost equaling him in rugged beauty melt into the room from the very walls it seemed. This new man was only wearing boxers in black silk. He a tray with shiny objects on it. I was terrified. I felt that lust seep away again and be replaced my pure fear. I looked up at the professor straddling me. He was taking in my fear and relishing in it. My nipples were so hard and erect even though I thought I was more fearful then anything now. He began playing with them. Rolling them between his fingers and pinching hard sometimes with his fingers sometimes trapping them between his nails. I moaned and cried out, the whole time feeling myself go wetter and wetter at his touch and at the silent men watching me. I again writhed enough to feel his hard cock against me. The standing man looked at me, smiled, and murmured something in that strange language. They both smiled now, and the professor me reached for an object of steel from the tray. He clamped my nipple in a vice like clip. I cried out as he tightened it a notch more then I could stand and the soreness spread through me. He did the same thing to the other nipple. The man standing at the side of the bed reached over and held the vice-clips in place. He bent down and kissed me again. The soreness was turning into fire and my body ached for him. I wanted my wrists to be free so I could claw at him and take his cock from his pants and feel it inside me.

 

He sat back up and he reached on the tray again. A needle. I looked at him in terror. He also held up two silver rings. “I am going to adorn you” he said simply. He reached down and I watched as he set the needle against one side of my nipple which was conveniently placed for piercing. He paused and I met his eyes. It was going to hurt like hell… but could it possibly be worse then his teeth. I kept eye contact with him as he pushed the needle harder against the side of my nipple which was being held in place by the vice-clip. I cried out as the needle slowly entered the skin. I squirmed my hips and shuddered my body as he stopped pushing and waited. I made eye contact again and he pushed slowly still.

 

I swear I could feel the needle millimeter my millimeter breaking through my flesh and with each movement the pain was afresh and shot like hot fire straight to my pussy. I was soaking wet through my jeans and very close to coming just from the pain alone. I kept desperate eye contact with him, my breaths short and shallow. His every movement was slow and drawn out, and my every sensation was a confusing mixture of pain and deep pleasure. Once the needle had broken through the other side of my nipple he quickly threaded the ring through the hole and undid the clamp. I looked down with astonished pleasure to see the ring through my nipple. It was as sexy as anything I had ever seen.

 

He repeated the same slow sensual process with the second nipple. But looking at the ring in my other breast I no longer wanted the pain to stop. I kept eye contact with him allowing myself to wince and squirm with the pain. As the needle made its slow agonizing way through my nipple I mentally forced all the pain to tighten my pussy. I orgasmed just as he forced the needle through the other side of my nipple. I bucked and cried out with the intensity of the pleasure washing over me. I twisted away from his hands and tried to wrench my wrists from their bonds. They didn’t break. I lay just as helpless as before once the orgasms stopped and intense after shudders ran through me.

 

He murmured and the other man made the tools disappear and both were suddenly naked. I was so worn out from the intense pleasure I had just experienced, that I didn’t struggle at all when I felt my jeans being slid off my body. I was still trying to catch my breath as the professor knelt between my legs. His golden brown body and dark eyes so close to me. I saw his cock, hard and ready. He was large; very thick. And as he pressed its head against my pussy my back arched on its own to give him the best angle to enter me. He reached up and pinched the new rings in my nipples between the finger and thumb of each  hand. As he slammed his thick hard cock into my dripping pussy he twisted the rings hard. I cried out at both the stretching in my cunt and the pain from my nipples shooting straight to my pussy bringing me to orgasm almost immediately. He pounded me, over and over. Hard ruthless slams. With each deep thrust he twisted the rings again. The mixture of fucking and pain made me cum over and over. My body was worn out and shaking.

 

He finally reached up and undid the binds on my wrists. The other man lay on the bed and the professor turned me over and forced me into a doggy style position. He spread my legs and held me in place as the man on the bed slid himself under my body and my legs spread even wider as his hips positioned themselves to fuck me from underneath. The professor pushed my hips down. Impaling me on the man bellows cock. It wasn’t as thick as the previous one but it was longer and hit the top of my pussy  causing pain with each deep thrust. The professor was behind me and I felt his body lay over mine crushing me to the man below.

 

I moaned and tried to shift under his weight. He moved up slightly and with one deep hard thrust was buried to the base in my ass. I had no warning and I screamed out. But, neither man paid any attention to my cries. Both cocks were pounding me now. Both men’s bodies were hot and sweaty moving in rhythm against mine. My body ached. My pussy hurt. My ass now was stretched till it felt like it was ripping. I cried out and tried in vain to pull myself away from their abuse. The professor reached around my body and grabbed the rings again. A deep thrust into my ass and he twisted them harshly. I grew hot again in an instant. My body responded to the pain and I was cumming in seconds. And as they both kept up a steady rhythm my body fell into the motions with them. We writhed together and my body arched and curved to allow each best access when it came their turn to pound.

 

After an eternity of orgasms mixed with pain the men were close to cumming. They both set their teeth lightly at my neck. I moaned as the relentless pounding increased in intensity. Over and over the throbbing of their cocks and the pain in my nipples brought me to the edge of insanity and dropped me from the cliff into pleasure. They both came deep inside me at the same moment. They sunk their teeth deep into my throat as they came and the blood from their bites made my neck slick. The pain throughout my body brought me over the edge one last time.  

The writhing slowed and the men relaxed completely. The professors weight was comforting to my sore body. I relaxed and drifted off to a light sleep still covered in blood and filled with the two men.