New Years

Much like last year, I will be seeing the Boy on New Years. Unlike last year, when we went to a nice out door Canadian folkrock concert in Niagara Falls (Canadia side, of course), this year there is a good chance we will be going to a Goth Club.
I've never been there, but the Boy has (I'm visiting him in his home town), and one time he met a nice lady setting up for quite a large fetish show of the variety in which midgets get hung up by hooks in their back. So I'm pretty sure there wouldn't be many problems if I took him in on a leash, and kept him close by my side, perhaps kneeling when I sit, for the whole night. I'm pretty sure if we chose to stay in role all night, that would be just fine, and I think that he's quite beautiful and would look sweet by my side. Well dressed, well behaved boys make very nice accessories for lovely, tall, impressive Ladies like I can be when I try.
And then, because if I've kept him in role all night I shall have to give him some sort of treat, I suppose I will have to take him home and tie him up, perhaps tie his elbows to his knees as he kneels on the bed, and then I shall use toys and fingers to make him whimper (I tend to take this a little farther than is strictly kind, because I love to listen to his whimper getting higher and higher and more and more desperate). And then, if he has remembered to bring my strap-on home -- I seem to recall he did -- I shall peg him, and he can muffle his shouts in the pillows.
I just want to put my hands on his boney, beautiful hips and look down the line of his back, and slowly push on into him. I want that a whole lot.
And I want to do it when I've kept him waiting all night, when he's had to interact with people, with strangers, knowing what's in store. I want him to be so fully my pet that by the time I get home I don't have to hit him, I don't have to talk to him or tease him very much; the scene will have been going on all night. By the time we get home, it will already be nearing it's finish. The entire sexual aspect will be the release (he's not been touched in a week, unless I miss my guess, and will be wanting from the moment that he sees me).
I think that would be nice.
What do you think, Boy?




(Final note: Boy, if the spirit moves you, I would not be averse to being on the other side of this scenario.)

Time Apart

Last year at this time I wrote a post like this one, but it mattered more. This is the post that says, the Boy and I are mostly apart for the next month, with a visit in a week and cybersex in between. This time last year I was blogging almost weekly, so it mattered to my supposed readership. Now, I only blog about once a month anyway, so who cares?

I DO!

No scenes for a month?! Un-ac-fucking-ceptable!

Well. We shall simply have to have truly amazing cybersex, and do intense little scenes during our visit. And then more cybersex.

As the Boy has become more comfortable subbing, I have begun to take greater joy in domming. The only downside to this has been that we've moved across the spectrum, and recently I've been dominant far more often than I've been submissive. I worry that I've forgotten how to really let go of control, and I miss it.

I find that what I really need to run a scene is not to plan for it, but to be in the right mood fo it. What the Boy needs is to plan. To remain flexible, as well, but definitely to plan.

And we both need to be able to do scenes when we're relaxed and rested and fed and have a bit of time. Because with the stresses of school, even when he does run a scene I'm not a blank slate, so there have been times I know when he had something great planned and I couldn't get into going the direction he wanted, so we did something else.

Well, no headaches the past two days (I think they might have been tension related?), so maybe, hopefully, when I see him in a week he will have planned and I will be able to bottom and sub without any restrictions on what scene he does, and the bed at the hostel will be stury and have good posts for tying little girls to, and it will be great.

Well. It will be great no matter what.

And who knows? Now that I've got nothing to do but sit around and think about stuff, maybe I'll blog more often, even if I'm not playing. These things happen.


Happy Hollidays, all.
May your bums all be cheery and red.

KinkSex

So. A bit of background. It's finals and my room is a pit and I've alot of stuff to do that including writing a paper or three and maybe an exam thrown in there as well.
Clearly, this is the perfect time to blog.

So a while back I mentioned the fact that the Boy and I have been edging away from ending scenes with sex. Scenes tend to be self-encapsulated, often followed by sex, but as its own thing rather than the endpoint of the scene itself.
Last night we did it the other way round. Rather than scening without sex, we had seriously kink sex, but without the scene.
We were tired, and I wanted to top him but I had a terrible headache all day and it just didn't seem possible.
And then the headache went away.
I had been teasing him, knowing I was being mean because I couldn't fuck him, and then I realized that actually, I probably could. My teasing was fierce. I pinned him, both on his front and on his back. On his back, I pinned his wrists and lightly bit his offered throat, and ground my pelvis into his. On his front I thrust against his butt, bit his bac and neck and growled into his ear. He writhed a bunch, and made the sweetest little gasping noises.
I didn't use any restraints, because I wanted to be able to move him as I liked, and I wanted to do all of the restraining physically, with my own hands or feet or legs or whatever. I wanted it to be me holding him down, not rope or leather.
The specifics of what I did to him are none of your business, you nasty little things, but thumbs are a good lenght and the prenium is a wonderful (if possibly misspelled) part of the body. I teased him and I teased him and I kept him talking. Telling me about how what I was doing felt, and telling me what he wanted me to do to him, and I made him beg and keep on begging.
And finally I strapped on my cock and let him suck it for a while (because damn, does that boy love to sock my big red dick), and then?
I went back to teasing him. I teased him till he was bucking against my hand and begging, and then I fucked him.
I took him from behind for maybe the first time, and I sort of like the height discrepency. In order to be low enough that I, with my shorter legs, could fuck him, he had to be pretty well pressed into the mattress. That was nice.
But slightly to difficult to really get off, so eventually I ordered him to flip over, and I grabbed his ankles and held them in the air, and I fucked him.
I was careful to make sure my cock was actually moving in and out of him; it's very easy to just push my pelvis against his butt and not get much friction going.
The friction is good. Love the friction.
I fucked him and he writhed and moaned and then he begged me to fuck him deeper.
This has never happened.
I might have maybe lost it alittle.
I let him touch himself and held his ankles and fucked him about as hard as I could (I'm sill learning. This whole thrusting thing isn't as hardwired into my brain as it is for boys.) and I told him to scream when he came.
And he did.
He came for a long time.




Later on he gave me some very enjoyable head. But the highlight of the night was watching him spasm through that orgasm.



wee.