The Window
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Posted:Nov 4, 2009 5:22 pm
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2009 7:36 pm
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I stepped from the bathroom and the steam followed me out swirling all around my body. The scalding hot shower relaxed my aching muscles and warmth now radiated off my skin. I stood, the white hotel towel wrapped around my body, staring at the large picture window at the opposite end of the room. It filled my vision. All I could see was the window, the table in front of the window and a chair. In a heat induced haze, the chair looked like the perfect stairway to the tabletop. My body was burning from the heat of the shower and the cool glass beckoned me forward.
Oblivious to my surroundings I slowly walked the 10 steps to the desk, dropping my towel on the floor along the way. I stepped up on the chair and onto the table top. My damp feet left imprints on the cobalt blue Formica top. The picture window was inches away and calling to me. I raised my arms up, spread my legs and pressed as much of my damp naked body against the window as I possibly could. The cool glass felt wonderful against my breasts and my nipples hardened instantly. I arched my back slightly so I could feel the cold against my freshly shaven pussy. I closed my eyes and breathed in the coolness of the glass, letting it fill me from the inside.
“Did I give you permission to show my body to the world? I own you!” he growled. “Don’t move.”
My foggy brain registered that I might be in a bit of trouble or perhaps he was using this as an excuse to get something he wanted. Either way I was going to have to pay the price.
I felt the thin strip of smooth wood slide up and down my ass. I knew how much pleasure he got from using the cane and this was the price I was to pay for exposing the body that he owned.
“Count them” he commanded.
He gently tapped all around my ass mapping out his plan of attack.
Thwack.
“One, thank you, Sir”
Montreal looks very grey, I thought.
Thwack.
“Two, thank you, Sir.”
Oh look, there’s a couple walking down the sidewalk.
Thwack.
“Three, thank you, Sir.”
I wonder if they can see me 7 stories up, standing here naked pressed against the window.
Thwack.
“Four, thank you, Sir.”
I can see them pretty clearly. Why aren’t they looking up here?
Thwack.
“Five, thank you, Sir.”
They would certainly never guess that I am getting caned or that my pussy is soaking wet.
Thwack.
“Six, thank you, Sir.”
Oh no, he didn’t stop at 5. That’s not good!!!
Thwack.
“Seven, thank you, Sir.”
Owww, these are really beginning to hurt but the insides of my thighs tickle from the wetness running down my leg.
Thwack.
“Eight, thank you, Sir.”
Why wont’ that couple look up here? Soon they will be too far away to see anything. Where are all the people in this city? It’s so quite here in Montreal.
Thwack.
“Nine, thank you, Sir.”
It’s going to be a long and painful car ride home. One more. I’m tough. I can take it. For him, I can take it. For him, I will take it.
Thwack.
“Ten, thank you, Sir”
Please let that be the last one. Please!
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.
“Yes Sir.” I hung my head apologetically. “I’ll ask permission next time, Sir. I’m sorry.” I said softly. “Ummm, Sir?” I asked tentatively. “May I put my ass against the window?”
He laughed, a big hearty laugh. “Too cool it off?” I nodded. “Yes, you may, slut.”
I turned and pressed my burning hot ass against the cool glass window. Once again, the glass took my heat and graciously offered its cooling comfort in return. But it did nothing to ease the burning hot desire between my legs. Only he could offer that release. I closed my eyes, inhaled sharply and wished that Sir would ease that pain; give me the pleasure and the release that only he could provide.
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More Bondage & Body Art
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Posted:Oct 29, 2009 4:35 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2009 6:06 am
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Because you complained the photo was too small. Here's another one for you! 
Body paint=Erotic FUN!
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Body Art & Bondage
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Posted:Oct 22, 2009 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2009 4:32 am
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The other weekend I traveled to Montreal for Kinky Festival 2009. I have to say, I have honestly NEVER experienced anything like it before. I was left speechless on more than one occasion. There were many amazing and incredible things I experienced and witnessed that weekend. Eventually I will get around to writing about the weekend. One of the top 5 things on my "favorite part of the weekend" list was getting painted.
I LOVED IT!!!!
Thought I'd share a photo or two with all of you!
Enjoy!
Chick
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Birthday Presents
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Posted:Sep 28, 2009 7:23 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2009 6:41 pm
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So tomorrow I turn 46. As many people do, on my birthday I take stock of where I am in life, what I've accomplished and how I feel about it all. I have to say........ I feel pretty good about 46. I've got a great , super friends, my family members are all healthy, a job that pays well enough for me to afford the things I need and some of the things I want but don't necessarily need. And for 46, I think I look damned good! Hell, I think I look damned good for 36!!!! The best part is.... I don't exercise because I feel I HAVE too, I exercise because I love it. I really do. The only thing that makes me feel better than kickboxing is sex.
So, for my birthday I would love it if you would tell me:
What's the best birthday present you've ever received?
or
What's the best birthday present you've ever given?
or
If you were my lover, what present would you give me?
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Ever wonder why she dumped you?
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Posted:Sep 21, 2009 6:34 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2009 6:10 pm
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Women's Health Magazine reports that 38% of women have dumped a man because he was bad in bed.
Personally I have never dumped a guy because they were bad in bed. But........ there have been men who have gotten boring in bed and men who's sex drive wasn't as high as mine. And while that was never the sole reason for ending the relationship, it certainly was a factor in my decision to end it.
So, I thought I'd offer my advice to help keep the passion alive. Don't ask me questions about romance, cuz..... that's not my thing. But....
If you'd like a woman's opinion on sex or dating, here's your chance to ask!
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The Bench
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Posted:Sep 4, 2009 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2009 4:43 pm
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His toys were laid out over every inch of the living room furniture. The couch, the coffee table, the chair; all were covered in toys. These weren’t just any toys. These were the toys of someone who was serious, who knew what they were doing, toys that had been collected over a long period of time and were well used. There were floggers, and crops, canes and paddles. There were cuffs and blindfolds, vibrators and things that I had no idea what they were. In the middle of it all was a small black padded bench. One padded area for my knees and another padded area for my chest. It sat in the center of the room like a dark and evil symphony conductor and I knew the symphony was going to be played out on my body that evening.
He wanted to sit and talk. “How was my day? Did I have a good time on vacation? What did I have planned for the week?” My mind was racing. The bench was calling to me. Did he seriously want to know all these things or was he making me wait intentionally? I was so distracted I could barely answer his questions. Which of these toys was he going to use tonight? Surely he wouldn’t use all of them! What if it was too painful, painful beyond the point of pleasure? Would I ask him to stop? Could I even bring myself to ask him to stop, knowing full well that he was enjoying it?
Eventually he ran out of questions. He went upstairs to shower and left me alone with all of his things. I had two options; I could investigate and inspect them all or I could find something else to occupy my time. I chose to find something else to do, anything to calm my nerves and take my mind off the things that were about to happen.
Finally he came back downstairs. “Get undressed” he commanded. I kept my eyes on his as I took off my shirt and bra. His eyes were dark and intense as he stared right back into my eyes. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with out braking eye contact. I pushed me jeans down and stepped out of them, now completely naked. I was not wearing underwear that evening, as Sir does not allow it. Has I been wearing it, I surely would have been punished. “Turn around and lift your hair” he growled in a deep voice. I did as I was told. As he put his collar on me, I felt myself relax and calm down a bit. Everything is going to be fine I thought to myself. He will take good care of me, just as he takes good care of all things that he owns.
I followed his instructions and kneeled on the bench, my arms hanging over the top. ‘Well, this is going to be rather uncomfortable’ I thought as I struggled to find a comfortable position for my arms. He cuffed my wrists and clipped them to the bottom of the bench. ‘Oh, this is not good’ I thought. Surely my arms will go numb in a matter of minutes. The metal ring on the front of my collar dug into me painfully. Then I felt him wrapping rope around my thighs, securing them to the bench. ‘Hmmm, it hadn’t occurred to me that he would tie my legs too’ but the rope felt soft and oddly enough it comforted me.
I heard him rustling around behind me but I had no idea what he was doing. Then I felt his condom covered cock push at my honey hole. ‘Not yet, I thought. I’m not even warmed up’ but I must have been wetter and more excited than I realized because his enormous cock slid in easily and, oh……… it felt so good. I loved the way his big cock filled my pussy. He fucked me for a while and it felt so good I quickly forgot about the discomfort of my arms and neck.
When he had his fill of fucking me, he simply stopped and left me there wondering what was next. I felt his fingers enter where his cock had just exited. As usual, it took him all of about two seconds to locate my g-spot. I still don’t know how he manages to do it every time but he does. Others have found it upon occasion, but not with the same ease and effortlessness. As he started pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy I felt that familiar feeling building inside my body. The flood gates opened and I felt the warm wetness gushing down my legs making a puddle on the floor. It always amazes me when he makes me squirt and it amazes me further that he doesn’t stop when I squirt, but rather he keeps going, making a huge mess of wetness where ever we happen to be. No one has ever made my body respond like that. He kept pumping and I kept squirting, incredible amounts of wetness all over my legs, the bench and his hard wood floors.
“Did I give you permission to cum?” he growled ominously. “Squirting and cumming are two different things, Sir” I managed to squeak out. It’s true, but I didn’t think he would accept that as an answer and I braced myself for a hard smack on my ass. It never came. I was relieved…………………. and disappointed.
Then I felt the flogger on my back. I melted into the bench. I felt the wind of the flogger before it hit me, the dull thud of the leather strands as they massaged my back and ass and thighs. I heard the rhythmic “thwack” as he repeatedly swung the flogger over and over. Whoosh, thud, thwack, whoosh, thud, thwack, I was lulled into a hypnotic state. I reveled there as the flogging continued and I sunk deeper into a mental and physical happy place. Eventually the flogging stopped, and I just laid there, my mind and body happily floating in space.
He was doing something, but for once I didn’t try to guess or figure out what. I just laid there still aglow from the flogging. Then I felt something that jolted me out of my stupor. It felt sharp and it stung like a pin prick, or rather like multiple, high speed pin pricks. On my sides, my ass, my thighs, my legs, it felt like a sewing needle rapidly piercing my skin. I quickly realized it was not a needle at all but little jolts of electricity from a violet wand. This is not what I thought a violet wand would feel like. I squirmed and wiggled as best I could to get away from the painful electrical current but I was tied tightly and there was no escape. The sewing needle like pain of the violet wand traveled over my body creating very unpleasant sensations everywhere it went. ‘This was not enjoyable’ I thought to myself. I wanted this to stop and I was just about to throw out the yellow flag when his fingers entered my pussy and started their familiar thrusting against my g-spot. The violet wand didn’t stop traveling around my body but all of a sudden it felt amazing. I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to feel the pin pricks on my inner thighs. I was praying that he would move it over my clit so I could feel the electrical charge there as he pumped my g-spot. The sensations coursing through my body were like none I had ever experienced before. I was no longer capable of thought. All I could do was feel; feel the amazing effects of his fingers and the violet wand combined.
Suddenly it stopped and was rapidly replaced with a vibrator against my clit. Not just any vibrator, but the Hitachi magic wand, the strongest vibrator on the market. He held it to my clit and didn’t back off as I squirmed and wiggled. I felt an orgasm of enormous proportions building inside of me. I knew I should ask permission to cum. I wanted to ask permission to cum, but I was incapable of speech. The unrelenting, intense vibrations against my clit quickly pushed me over the edge and I began to orgasm. I quivered and shaked as orgasm after orgasm raked over my body. Or maybe was it one long powerful orgasm, I’m not sure. And still he continued to hold the magic wand to my clit. My thighs strained against the ropes that bound them, digging into my flesh and still I continued to orgasm. My body convulsed in epileptic proportions and still he held the magic wand to my clit. I gasped for air as my body shook uncontrollably, and still he held the vibrator to my clit unyielding in his control of my body. And just when I thought I could take it no more, the vibrator stopped.
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Texting Lingo
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Posted:Aug 11, 2009 1:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2009 7:12 pm
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I generally feel pretty "hip" for my age, but then I saw this list of texting terms and suddenly I felt soooo old. I didn't know any of these. How many of these did YOU know?
• UG2BK . . . . . . . You got to be kidding
• GBTW. . . . . . . . Get back to work
• NMP . . . . . . . . . Not my problem
• PIR . . . . . . . . . . Parent in room
• GFTD. . . . . . . . . Gone for the day
• FYEO. . . . . . . . . For your eyes only
• BI5 . . . . . . . . . . Back in five minutes
• DEGT . . . . . . . . Don’t even go there
• BIL . . . . . Boss is listening
• PAW. . . . Parents are watching
• 99 . . . . . . Parents are no longer watching
• PCM . . . . Please call me
• IMS. . . . . I am sorry
• TOY. . . . . Thinking of you
• KUTGW. . Keep up the good work
• CID . . . . . Consider it done
• FWIW. . . For what it’s worth
• HAND . . . Have a nice day
• IAT . . . . . I am tired
• NRN . . . . No response necessary
• 4COL. . . . For crying out loud
• WRUD. . . What are you doing
• LMIRL. . . Let’s meet in real life
• ^5 . . . . . . High five
• WOMAT….Waste of money and time
• NSFW….. Not safe for work
• GNOC….. Get naked on camera
• IWSN…..I want sex now
• WDYM….What do you mean
• SWDYT…..So what do you think
• HBU….How about you
• CIL…..Check in later
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