Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Few Ways to Entice Your Man and Still Be Submissive

There is a rumor floating around that men have a higher sex drive than women.  I beg to differ, I know a lot of women who have a higher sex drive than their partner.  If you are one of these women, I feel your pain.

It is really difficult to cope with.  If you are one of the women who have to fend your husband off, well, you're lucky and this post doesn't apply to you.

If your partner's libido is lower than yours it isn't just the lack of sex that gets to you. Usually caresses, hugs and kisses dwindle down too.  If your advances are rebuffed, it hurts.  When you hear women complaining about how their man wants sex too much you wonder what in the hell is wrong, is it you, is it him?

It makes you question your desirability.  It makes you wonder if your partner is having an affair.  It makes you doubt your own worth.  So let's break it down...

Do you still have at least some sex?  Is it good when you do have it?  If yes, then your partner DOES desire you so we're off to a good start.  (If no, you will have to look for the root cause, is it a physical problem, an addiction to porn, etc.  In that case, this post may not help, or you may have already tries these tips.)

1) Let Go of Your Doubts, Your Insecurities.  I got the best advice from an old boyfriend.  He was a Marine (Semper Fi, baby) and when he came home on leave I had gained some weight (God, I'd love to see that number on my scales now, but at the time I was self conscious about it.)  I was protesting the removal of my shirt due to my weight and what I thought was an unattractive belly when he took my hand and pressed it against his erection.  He said, "when a man is trying to make love to you and he's as hard as this?  He finds you attractive."  So even if the frequency is not as often as you'd like, if your man is aroused by you - he is attracted to you.  Let that sink in for a moment. He is attracted to you.  (If you doubt me you can check out this link on Reddit.)

2) Do the Little Things First.  If he needs a clean house for peace of mind, if he thinks you are sexy when you wear dresses, if he needs quiet time to unwind before jumping into the chaos that is your life, give him that first.  Have him sit down and put his feet up before dinner.  Yes, I know you've been working all day too, but this is about helping him want sex - it helps him get his head in the game.  Listen when he talks, but don't demand a conversation.  If he's had a hard day at work, he may not want to re-hash it now that he is finally home.  Offer to give him a massage before bed, don't be discouraged if he falls asleep during it - you are helping him relax and if he is stressed he won't be thinking of sex.  Yes, these little things may not lead directly to the bedroom, but I promise this will lead to more sex in the long run.  

3) Seduce Him.  He doesn't always have to be the one to initiate.  If he protests, usually you can silence that by slowly unzipping his pants, especially if you drop to your knees when you do so.  Sometimes, it is nice for him to relinquish control, to be ravished, to be so hot that his woman can't stop herself from tearing his clothes off.  Pick your timing on this one, you don't want to try this when he is leaving for an important meeting at work (his mind is already in that conference room) but it should work out well.  Push him back onto the bed and tell him to just lie there and take it.  Take your time, re-learn his body with your hands, your mouth, your hair.  Make sure you verbalize that his body is turning you on, a breathy moan, or a "God, you're so hot" will work - just make sure he knows that you are enjoying what you are doing.  Husband can usually only take so much before taking control, so if your man is dominant he probably won't lay still for you the entire time, but long enough to get the fire started.

4) Figure Out His Buttons.  Remember the last time you made him moan or call your name (or whatever way he signals to you that you are blowing his mind- husband has a tendency to say "Holy Fuck") or clenched the sheets with his fists?  You know how we replay something that he did that really tripped our trigger?  Well I guarantee he has something that you did on replay too - your job is to figure out what his triggers are and do them again, often.  We submissive wives love the dominance but what does he love, what makes him crazy, what makes him think about you doing it for days afterwards?

5) Blow-jobs.  Yes there is a rare man or two out there who doesn't like them, but the majority love them.  Do it without any interest (or expressed interest anyway) of reciprocation.  Do it just for him.  And while we are on the subject, how are your skills? Personally, I thought I was a sport just because I was willing to do it until we started TTWD. Then in my research I came across (and watched) some porn and realized I was pretty lame in comparison. I'm not saying you should go all porn star (I personally find it gross when they spit on the cock, ewww why is that sexy?) but new moves are never discouraged, especially if you've been using the same stale moves.  If you'd like some further information check out this link on Reddit (make sure to read the comments from the guys as they give some awesome advice to add to the column.) 

6) Always Be Ready.  This is a hard one for me, because as I groom for him, I imagine being with him, which makes me ready for sex like all the time.  However, if your man is like mine and you don't know when he'll be in the mood, you will never miss the opportunity if you are always ready.  Husband goes to bed before me because he gets up earlier for his job. I get into bed every night in a sexy chemise, freshly showered, shaved, perfumed, teeth brushed. Do I get lucky every night? No, but I am always ready if he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants me, I am there.  If his alarm goes off and he wants to use that morning hard on - I am ready.  Sometimes it is hard to lay there, all ready for sex while he is sleeping away, but it is worth it for the times I slip into bed and he grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him, so I can feel his erection pushing against my ass, because he's been waiting for me. 

See, isn't that sexier than complaining that he doesn't have sex with you enough?  Better than bratting for a spanking, better than bitching to your girlfriends, better than eating a tub of ice cream while you bemoan your lack of sex?  Better than crying, beating yourself up or becoming depressed?  Hopefully this will work for you, and if not I am sorry, I truly am, because I know how hard it can be when your libido is on high speed and his is running slower.  Just remember #1 and keep trying.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Running Away From Home

I think I may be having a mid-life crisis.  Or maybe it's just because it's summertime but all I want to do is run away from my responsibilities and have some fun.

Husband hears me, but he has his feet firmly planted in reality, responsibilities and duties and he is not a shirker.  This is usually a good thing - in fact a GREAT thing.  These traits are what makes him my rock, the man that I can rely on...

But oh, I want to play, I want to dance, I want to have sex until we can't possibly orgasm anymore, I walk bowlegged and it hurts to sit down.  I want to drink alcoholic beverages and be silly.  I want to dance until I can't dance anymore.  Then I want to do it all again and again and again...

Instead I am going to clean out the litter boxes and wipe down the bathrooms before running errands and going to work.  Not the same thing at all... I'm afraid I'm a bit of a brat because I want what I want and I don't want to be responsible, I don't want to be a grown up, I don't want to do my duties or go to work or do anything except have fun!  I think I may need some discipline!

Monday, July 28, 2014

Double or Nothing - Chapter 7

He began to spank her buttocks gently but firmly with his hand.  She squirmed a bit in panic until she realized that it didn't really hurt.  She began to relax into it, even arching her back to receive the spanking.  He stopped and began to gently rub her ass.

Jayne’s ass felt hot and amazingly the spanking had made her even wetter than before.  She pressed her ass more firmly into the hand that was rubbing her and he tightened his grip around her waist. 

“That was your warm up.  This will be your punishment.  I have told you that I find you beautiful, but apparently you don’t believe me, Gabe said as he began to spank her with the hair brush.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Jayne cried out and tried to move away but his arm held her in place.

“So this spanking, (Smack!) is to drive home (Smack!) the fact that you are never (Smack), EVER (Smack!) to question the beauty (Smack!) of your body (Smack!) again,” Gabe said.

The pain was intense, but Jayne was thriving on it.  It never occurred to her to say stop, instead she abandoned herself to Gabe and felt every blow as it seemed to radiate from her ass, to her vaginal area, warming her whole body and causing her nipples to ache.

Gabe stopped spanking and ran his hands over her reddened cheeks.  He slipped a finger into her and was relieved to feel how much the spanking was exciting her. 

He slipped another finger inside her and pressed against her vaginal wall, feeling the anal plug through the thin membrane.  Jayne was writhing on his fingers now, vainly trying to find relief and he began to spank her again with his free hand, leaving his fingers buried inside of her.

Jayne began to sob, feeling the hairbrush against her buttocks again and again as she thrust mindlessly against his hand.  Suddenly he stopped and pulled her so that she was laying sprawled on top of him.  He began to kiss her passionately, his hands everywhere and she cried out her need for him.  She was begging incoherently and she couldn't stop herself, 

“Please…, let me please…., I want…., please…,” she whimpered as she tried to straddle him.

Gabe rolled them onto their sides, stroking her face, kissing her.  “What is it, what do you want?” he gently teased as he ran his hands lightly across her body.

“You, I want you, I want you inside me, please” she begged.  Gabe disentangled himself, got on his knees and stretched to reach the nightstand to grab a condom.  She looked up at his cock, bobbing in front of her face. 

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Jayne obediently opened her mouth and he pushed his huge cock into it.

“Suck it,” he ordered harshly and she did, abandoning herself and shamelessly moaning as he thrust in her mouth repeatedly.

He pulled out and smoothly rolled the condom onto his cock.  Laying on his back he pulled Jayne astride him.  She was so eager to have him inside, so wet and ready, but as slick as she was she had to go slow to adjust to his size.  It didn’t help that the plug in her ass felt so large.  She rocked up and back down a few times, adjusting to his girth and then let herself slide onto his cock, moaning as he stretched her.  She cried out as she felt his entire length sliding up into her.  Jayne gasped as he rolled his hips and settled her firmly against him and the last inch of him was shoved home.


She was so hot and tight Gabe felt his eyes roll back as her slick heat embraced every inch of him.  She began to rock her hips in small movements.  She was so tight and her rocking movements tugged at his cock, making him even harder.  He sat up and began to suck on her nipples and she began to rock faster, groaning.  He used his hands to press her breasts together and suck both nipples into his mouth simultaneously.  She arched back and screamed, “Oh God, yes, like that” as he thrust his hips upward so that her clitoris was rubbing against his pubic bone.  He could feel the anal plug through the thin wall, rubbing almost painfully against him.  She tightened even harder around him and then she came.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Fifty Shades Of Grey vs Reality

I have posted before that Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey have ruined my expectations.  Because the books were so good?  Umm, no.  Because the sex scenes in it were so hot?  Again, no.  Because it opened you to the world of BDSM?  Nope (and I know a lot of people who practice true BDSM, S&M, D&D, etc. HATE this book series). The reason 50 Shades of Grey ruined me is simple - my reality involves a whole lot of vanilla responsibilities that they seem to skip right over in the book.  

For example you're probably saying - Roxanne, why are you blogging?  This is your much anticipated (begged for and planned for) time to reconnect with your husband.  Well, a family emergency happened literally as I was attaching the thigh highs to my garter belt last night.  Everyone is fine, which is the most important thing, however I had to quickly exchange my lace chemise and stockings for jeans and a sweatshirt to go pick the children up and bring them back home.  This does not happen in the books.  Or, if it were to happen it would happen AFTER the hot, steamy sex.  Although we did manage to fit some in there late at night.  But it wasn't the swing from the chandeliers, run around naked, make noises with abandon because we have the house to ourselves and we don't have to worry about being heard sex that we had anticipated.

(To give my husband his due, somehow he took me from being quite tense and upset that our plans had been canceled to a melted, completely satiated woman who's thighs wouldn't stop shaking with aftershocks... yes, he's that kind of good!)

I do credit the popularity of the book with being able to discuss my needs with my husband.  He wondered what I was reading and that opened up the dialogue that led to this thing we do.  So I will probably go see the movie, just because I have a nostalgic fondness for the two characters that allowed me to speak up about what I need, who caused me to investigate further and find this blogging community that is so supportive.  




Thursday, July 24, 2014

I can't wait!



I plan on being busy for the next few days, and I can't even say that I am sorry because I NEED this weekend and have been fantasizing about it for a LONG time.  But I can post some links to some other wonderful blogs that inspire me.  I know they will keep you entertained until I return...

My Personal Thinking Spot

A Voice in the Corner

Me, My Husband and I

play fullilbrat

The Taming of the Shrew

A Domestic Discipline Society (ADDS)

http://ericascottlls.blogspot.com/

http://arabellakingsleyeroticnovels.blogspot.com/?zx=160e85734391ddfd





Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Double or Nothing - Chapter 6


Gabe looked down at her, disheveled, tied up and eager for more.  Her eyes were begging for more.  He laid down next to her, trying to control his urge to thrust inside her.  He wanted to do everything he had promised before he gained his own release, but it was hard not to give in to his own raging desires.  He slipped a hand between her open legs, gently slapping her clitoris.  

She couldn't close her legs, she couldn't stop him and her clit was standing up erectly, begging for attention.  She gasped as the light slaps echoed in the room, turning red as she distinctly heard the wet sound, she was outrageously wet.

 He slipped a finger into her and she clenched it tightly trying to keep him inside her.  He thrust his finger in and out and then added a second finger.  She moaned and whimpered as he shifted on the bed so he could watch his fingers sliding in and out of her.  Jayne felt the orgasm building and tightened against his hand.  Abruptly he slid his fingers out, slapping her clitoris again lightly as he slipped one finger into her ass. 

Jayne, half screamed as she felt his finger invading her, but before she could protest she felt his tongue licking her clitoris.  Then she did scream, the pleasure building sharply, and again he stopped, slipping his finger out and standing up.

She was ready to cry in frustration.  He grabbed the anal plug from the night stand and a tube from the drawer and came back to sit beside her. 

“I can’t, I never,” she gasped as she looked at the silver plug in his hand.  He kissed her until she was breathless and then moved down to her nipples, removing the coils and massaging each breast, tonguing her nipples and pulling them with his fingertips.  She closed her eyes and was lost in the sensations when she felt the cold metal against her bottom.

Jayne opened her mouth to protest when she felt his mouth clamp over her clitoris.  She voluntarily spread her legs as far as she could within the confines of the rope, trying to give him more access as she felt his tongue sliding back and forth across her swollen nub. 

Gabe slid the plug in slowly, pushing it a bit deeper with each swipe of his tongue.  Jayne thought his tongue might seriously drive her crazy as he went from teasing her clit with suction from his mouth, to long smooth strokes of his tongue. She felt the pressure of the plug against her anus, but then her mind was overwhelmed by the magic of his mouth.  She tried to press up against his tongue and felt the plug slide in.  The burn of  the plug melded with the pleasure of his mouth and she strained for more.   She could feel the plug stretching her, the fullness of it making her more responsive as she longed for him to fill her with his cock. He raised his mouth from her pussy and she cried out in frustration.

He began to untie her, slowly moving his mouth along the places the ropes had been.  She looked so beautiful tied, but now, seeing the lines where the rope had been was just as lovely.  As soon as Jayne was free she tried to wrap her arms around him, but Gabe shook his head and looked down at her.

When she felt his eyes sweeping down her body, she crossed her arms in front of her breasts.

“Oh, Jayne,” he said sorrowfully, but with a twinkle in his eyes, “I thought I had made myself clear.  You are not to hide from me”.

“I’m sorry”, she muttered opening her arms reluctantly. 

“No, you’re not, but you will be,” Gabe said as he grabbed some pillows and piled them in the center of the bed. “Lay over the pillows and get ready for your spanking,” he commanded her.

Jayne sat up, “You aren't serious,” she said, but she felt her stomach twist with excitement. 

He leaned over and kissed her until she melted against him, “Oh, I’m very serious,” he growled. 

She tentatively lay across the pillows.  “Slide up further,” he instructed, positioning her so that her hips were on the pillow and her head and shoulders were laying down. 

She could feel his gaze on her and could imagine what he was seeing.  Her ass up in the air, the plug showing.  Jayne squirmed in embarrassment as he spread her legs further apart.


Gabe placed his arm firmly around her waist.  “Don’t move,” he growled.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

It's Like Magic

I tread a fine line between blogging my innermost thoughts and my husband's personal business, he is fine with my blog because it gets me writing, doesn't mind my sharing intimate sexual details (under a nom de plume of course), but he is a private person.  If you want to hear more about how he feels you can see it in the "Behind the Scenes" post).

So, I've shared with you how far we've come from the beginning of our journey or rather the fact that DD has been on the back burner for over a year.  I didn't really share why it is on the back burner because that is husband's personal business, but trust me, he is not purposely neglecting me.  Even though I understood that, I've been sad, I've mourned the loss of it, I found my way back to my blog....then I became more frustrated, more sad, more upset. I felt like the magic was gone.

I told you I wanted to take that trip, To husband I hinted, I planned, I cajoled...

BUT, I was still somewhat submissive (although not so much in my mind).  I slid back into my old habits just like he did  (sweats and hair up in a clip, no make-up, kind of messy house) because really, why bother?  He wasn't noticing anyway.  Although I found that as I began to re-read my blog I began to straighten my act out a bit. So I was getting back in my groove, dressed nice, hair done, makeup... but in my mind I was very resentful. I didn't actually say anything, I was still verbally submissive.

Until yesterday, when I was told that we absolutely would not be going on the trip. Then, I had a complete break down, starting with snarky comments, followed by snapping out my "demands" and finishing by bursting into tears.  I didn't storm out of the house (I thought about it), I didn't throw things (I wanted to), I tried to articulate what I need (I couldn't).

He took me in my office, closed the door and talked to me for over an hour.

He explained a lot of where his mind has been for the last few months and did it in a way that I could understand.  His distance from me had absolutely nothing to do with me. He never stopped his HOH duties, just his discipline of me.  Compared to the other balls he is juggling it seemed a minor thing (to him) to let go of and he did not realize that his withdrawal affected me so much.

After that I was able to articulate my need for time with him to reconnect and re-establish TTWD .

Compromises were made, goals were set and a mini stay-cation (staying home without children) is set for Thursday-Saturday.

It's like magic!  As soon as he re-established his authority and took charge of how we would accomplish meeting my needs, all of my anxiety was gone.  So today I am so peaceful - it really is amazing that simply by telling me what he expected from me could wipe out the crazy anxiety, worries and fears that have been spinning in my mind for months now.  Like poof - they are gone.

I will say that for me TTWD keeps me motivated and while I love spanking (I do, I really do!) what really makes me tick is his taking charge.  I love submitting to him in every way.

Our night was phenomenal to say the least.  That is an entirely different post.

But, as this stay-cation is primarily to re-establish our roles, I have a feeling I will be blogging standing up this weekend! But I'm not complaining.  It is so good to have him back!


Monday, July 21, 2014

Double or Nothing - Chapter 5

Jayne heard a disappointed whimper, and realized that it came from her.  She was panting and aching and he was standing up and looking down on her.  She crossed an arm over her breasts and used her other hand to shield her sex from view. 

“Ah, Jayne,” he mused, “We really need to work on your shyness.”

She grasped for the coverlet trying to pull it over her. 

“No, No, that won’t do,” he chuckled.

She glared at him, frustrated and needy and embarrassed.  He pulled her up so she was kneeling on the bed and drew her close to him.  Skin to skin, she relaxed as his hands began to lightly trace her back.  She could feel her nipples against his chest and she tipped her head up to kiss him again.

“No, we need to talk about this.  Why are you embarrassed when I look at your body?” he asked.

It’s just, well it’s not exactly like I have a great body,” she mumbled.

“See we disagree,” he smiled and took her hand, pressing it against his erection.  “So I want you to remember this, if a man is looking at you and his cock is aching for you that mean he finds you beautiful.  Can you remember that?” he asked.  She made a noise deep in her throat in reply, reaching to kiss him again.

“Now, I want you to stay just like this,” he said as he positioned her on the bed.  She was kneeling and he spread her legs further apart so that her sex was on view.  Immediately she drew her legs back together, hiding from him. 

“Ok, I guess you need some help with this,” he murmured.  Walking to the foot of the bed he picked up the rope she had chosen.  Her legs were now tightly together and her arms were across her breast again.  He began to kiss her and she rose up on her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Now this time, you remember what I said.  I think you are beautiful and I want to look at you, at all of you,” he commanded as he opened her legs wide.  Taking her arms, he laid them on top of her thighs.  Quickly he began wrapping the rope around her legs while she watched with desire in her eyes. 

He wrapped her left leg and arm together and then wrapped the rope around her waist, around her ribs and the above her breasts.  She was blushing now and her right arm and legs involuntarily moved as her urge to cover herself grew stronger.

“No, Jayne,” he said as he repositioned them.  He worked quickly and soon she could not move even when she wanted to.  Her left arm and left leg and right arm and right leg were tied to each other, the rope running across her midsection keeping them taught so she could not close her legs.  She could not cover herself, everything was open to his view and her blush went deeper spreading from her nipples to the top of her head. 

“You are so beautiful, Jayne,” he said looking down on her.  He leaned down and began to suck on her nipples, first one and then the other, drawing them deep into his mouth.  She whined as they immediately hardened and sent a fire pulsing down to her clit.  She couldn’t move, couldn't even bring her legs together and the coolness of the room made her even more aware of the hot wetness between her legs.

He stepped back and looked her over avidly.  Jayne couldn't stop the blush rolling across her skin but she couldn't hide either.  She couldn't move.  Looking down she realized that the way he had tied the rope propped her tits firmly up in the air making them prominently on display.  Her nipples were engorged and she groaned at the unfulfilled ache inside her.
He reached for the metal coils and snapped them into place.  They coolly surrounded her erect nipples, squeezing slightly.  They made her even more aware of the picture she was presenting to Gabe, her arms and legs spread, the rope holding her immobile and her breasts uplifted and presented for his gaze.

Gabe stepped back slipped off his socks.  He unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out from the confines of his jeans, thick and hard as he slid the denim down past his hips and stepped out.  She couldn't take her eyes off it.  It was so hard it pointed straight up towards his flat, muscled abdomen and she wanted to touch it, but she couldn't because she was tied up.
Jayne could feel the wetness dripping from her onto the coverlet, but she couldn't do anything about it.  Mortified she closed her eyes until she felt Gabe running his hands up her tied arms and she raised her head up, pleading with her eyes for him to kiss her.
He did, coming close, bending down and kissing her.  She tried to press her body closer and he laughed.  He flicked at her nipples and then ran his hand between her legs, gathering her wetness into his hand and rubbing it into her.  Jayne tried to press down more firmly on his hand, tried to rock herself so that he would penetrate her, but she couldn't move.  It was so frustrating that she cried out and he removed his hand, just holding her tightly against his body.

Jayne realized that her mouth was not tied.  She began to eagerly lick and suck her way across his body, greedy for any flesh that was near.  She managed to get the tip of his cock into her mouth and eagerly licked and sucked the head of his member.  He was so hard, so big and she moaned around the bit of cock she managed to get, begging for more.

Gabe turned her so that she was laying on her back on the bed and knelt alongside her.  She eagerly turned her head to try to get his hard cock back in her mouth.  “Hmmm, someone is greedy,” Gabe sounded amused as he fisted his hands into her hair and thrust his cock in her mouth.  Her reply was garbled against the thick, hard cock in her mouth.  With her hands tied, Jayne had no control over her motions and she relaxed her head into his hands, allowing him to control their movements.  She had about half of his cock in her mouth and it was hitting the back of her throat.  He thrust forward a bit more and held it there until she adjusted to his girth.  Waiting a long moment he slid out and then back into the back of her throat again.  He began to thrust in and out of her mouth and she reveled in it.  She was grunting and moaning, so turned on that she didn't care. 


Gabe withdrew from her mouth and Jayne could feel the saliva dripping down her chin, but she couldn't wipe her mouth, her hands were tied.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Weight of Reality

Have you heard that stress causes you to gain weight?  It's true.  And all of my stress comes from reality and I want a break from it.  Husband does not think you can break from reality, but I do - I know I can!

So, Husband and I were talking this morning about my longing for this trip that I am trying to make happen.  He doesn't see the need to go as far a way as I want to, and would prefer not to drive a long distance.  We can't afford to fly, we can't take enough days off to make the trip leisurely, etc. So maybe we can just send the kids away for a night or two and stay home.  Or get a hotel room nearby.

I feel so selfish, but that isn't what I want at all.  I want, no I NEED a break from reality! Maybe a night or two without the kids would have worked had we taken some time for us in the past year and a half.  But at this point we haven't done anything for us.  In fact, for the past 15 years we haven't taken a trip without the kids.  Going local would be an option if I wasn't trying to go somewhere where we could replicate the "old us", before the stress, the responsibilities and the worries managed to take over.

He's not objecting to some time, but again, the reality keeps him from "running away" with me.

There are time constraints, financial constraints, blah, blah, blah. And by saying blah, blah, blah I am in no way diminishing the reality of the constraints, or his concerns for them.  

But I feel like time is running by at an ever faster pace and if we don't take the time now, when will we?  And the answer is probably never, or at least not until we are retired, because all of these constraints will still be here next year, and for the next ten years.  I really do not feel like I can wait even a day, much less a year, or two, or ten.

And every time I hear this song I bawl my eyes out.  I want this so badly and I just can't seem to accept that it will not happen, at least not the way I want it to. 

Thank you for letting me vent to you - now I need to blow my nose, wipe my face and fold some laundry....REALITY BITES!

S

Friday, July 18, 2014

Double or Nothing - Chapter 4

Gabe slid off the bed as Jayne approached, her eyes cast down.  He took her hand and used his other hand to raise her chin.  When she looked up at him, he leaned down and gently captured her lips. He kissed her softly but thoroughly until she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck.  He gripped her hair with one hand, tilting her head back as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.  His other hand slipped under the t-shirt firmly cupping one taut cheek.

She wasn't sure what she was feeling but when she felt his hand on her ass, she thrust her hips forward involuntarily.  She threw caution to the wind and just let herself go.  She wanted him, badly, and for the next 24 hours she was going to enjoy being his slave. 

He let her press herself tighter against him, feeling her open to his kiss and held her firmly against his hard cock for a long moment.  He ended the kiss, waiting until she opened her eyes.  Her pupils were dilated and her tongue ran across her lips as she took a deep, shaky breath.

He smiled down at her as he said, "Let's take a look at what you've chosen."

Holding her hand he led her down to the end of the bed and they both stood, looking down at the implements she had chosen. He picked up the anal plug and looked at her.  "Why did you choose this?, he asked.

She looked at the shiny metal object in his hand, "Well, it was smaller than the other ones but I'm not really sure why a woman would want one that short.  I chose it because it looked safe", she finished smugly.

Gabe laughed out loud.  "Jayne, honey, do you know what this is for?" he asked.

"Ummm, I'm assuming it's for...", she paused, blushing red, "... masturbation," she finished in a whisper.

"Well, it could be used during masturbation," Gabe said, a dimple forming as he fought a smile, "but this is an anal plug.  Granted, it is a small one, but it would work well for a beginner...  I'm assuming you're a beginner?" he teased her.

She took a step back, placing her hands over her ass, "Oh, I never, I couldn't..." she stammered.

"Oh you can, and you will", Gabe answered as he set it on the edge of the dresser.

She watched wide eyed as he picked up the cylinders, God only knew what those were for.  He pulled her close and began kissing her again, over and over, his mouth and his tongue driving her crazy.

Gabe stopped and looked down at her, "You know, if anything is too much for you, all you have to say is stop".  "Yes," she whispered, already leaning into him for another kiss.  "You still want to be my slave?" he asked, and she nodded her head  as he lowered his, capturing her mouth again.  He slid her shirt up, breaking the kiss and pulling it over her head.  She crossed her arms in front of her breasts, but she leaned up to try and reclaim his mouth.

"Why are you covering yourself?" he asked, evading her kiss and taking her hands, pulling her arms open so he could look at her breasts.  She flushed as he looked over her body.  As soon as he let her hands go she tried to cover herself again.

"Well, this shyness is something we need to work on", Gabe smiled as he held her close again. 
 
He began to kiss her again, drawing her deeper until until her arms were wrapped around his neck, her nipples tightening against his chest, and her hips pressing against him.  He kissed his way down her neck and lowered his head to draw one of her tight pink nipples into his mouth.  Gently sucking he increased the pressure until he heard her mewl in the back of her throat. Removing his mouth he continued to pluck and roll her nipple between the fingers of his free hand as his mouth moved over to her other breast.  When she began to moan and her hips began to move he returned to her first breast and attached the suction cup.  Jayne gasped as it began to suck on her nipple firmly, but Gabe was careful not to tighten it to painfully.  Before she could adjust to the sensation, he attached the second suction cup to her other breast.

"Like that?" he asked gently tapping on one of the cups.  Jayne nodded as he began kissing her neck.  

Feeling his warm breath on her neck, she felt her nipples swell even more as the suction continued to pull at them. She released a breathy moan that he caught with his mouth as he began to kiss her again.

Gabe bent down and scooped her up in his arms, laying her on her back on the bed.   He stretched out along side her, continuing to kiss her as his hand lazily slid up her legs, across her stomach, and down her arms. 

Just watching her nipples filling the suction cups was amazing.  While he watched her nipples began to look enormous through the clear tubes.  He slid a hand up between her legs and when she let her legs fall open, he allowed himself the pleasure of slipping one finger along her vaginal lips.   Jayne whimpered as his finger slid along her moisture coated lips. 

Gabe was amazed, she was already so wet, her arousal was slicking his finger and he hadn't even parted her lips yet.  He stifled his own groan as his cock engorged even more.  He had never been with anyone so responsive.  Reaching up he turned the handle to increase the suction.  Jayne moaned and arched her back as he tightened the other one as well.  She was panting, her eyes closed, her hips were beginning to rock and it took everything he had not to thrust inside her right then and there.

Instead he moved to kneel between her legs and began to lick the inside of her thighs.  Jayne gasped and tried to close her legs but he held them open firmly with his hands looking at her moisture slick lips.  He nestled the bridge of his nose against her mons  and allowed his breath from his open mouth to heat her without actually touching her with his lips or tongue.  

 Jayne thrust her hips upward, desperate for some contact against her clit, but he moved away, sliding up her body to remove the cups from her nipples.

Jayne cried out as he eased off the first cup.  Her nipple was engorged and almost red and very, very sensitive.    He slipped off the second cup and she cried out again, feeling her nipples throb.  Opening her eyes she looked down to where Gabe was kneeling between her legs.  She could see Gabe looking at her and was she proud of how large and dark her nipples looked.  She could see the outline of his erection through his pants.  She could feel herself getting even wetter as she imagined him inside her.

Gabe ducked his head and gently sucked her nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to thrum back and forth across her swollen nub.  Jayne arched her hips and began to rub against him, her nipples were on fire, but it felt so good and as he felt her excitement increase he began to get rougher.  He switched to the other breast and she was grinding against him now, he could feel her excitement and how very hot and wet she was.  He began to pull back and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, increasing her rhythm, she was so close.  

"Sweet girl," he said as he gently pushed her away from him, "you aren't allowed to come yet.  You have to wait for it."

A few of his favorite things...




So, what toys did Jayne choose from Gabe's cedar chest? (Yes, Gabe and Jayne - finally we have names to go with their faces!)


Well, I thought I should show you some of them.  Most of these can be found at www.amazon.com or if you click on the name it will take you there.  


Honestly, some of these are very reasonable priced and I admit to adding a few to my "wish list".




The "Steel Spade shaped things"

The "weird plastic cylinders with handles on the ends "

Size Matters Twist Up Nipple and Clitoris Suction Devices










OK, these are not on amazon.com, but are pretty close to what Jayne picked out of the cedar chest...  you can find them at http://nipple-huggers.com/products/nipple-huggers/erotic-nipple-rings.html







Wow, I didn't realize that Jayne's collar said slave on it. I'll have to correct that in the story...


"But he couldn't hide a smile when she chose the rope.  He loved the way a woman looked tied up in rope and he loved the way they looked when he untied them and the marks remained.  There were SO many things he could do with a rope, caress her with it, whip her with it, obviously tie her up with it.  He could increase her pleasure/pain threshold by pulling the skin taut.  He could place knots around her clitoris, anus and nipples to cause direct stimulation - oh there was a lot he could do with that rope. "

Ah, yes, the hair brush... Jayne's fondest little fantasy come true!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Yes, A Hope Chest....


I have a feeling this will be happening in "Double or Nothing"

Double or Nothing Chapter 3


She stared into the cedar chest that opened like a tackle box.  On the first row, in small compartments were steel spade shaped implements, ranging from small to large.  There were glass dildos nestled in velvet lined compartments, small egg shaped things with a wire leading to a control, and some weird plastic cylinders with handles on the ends and a pair of metal coils that made two shiny circles glistening in the light.  Underneath the top row, there was a long box that held thick rope, handcuffs, collars, a weird looking bar and Velcro cuffs.

Beneath all of this was a drawer.  She hesitated and then opened the drawer.  Neatly arrayed were whips, canes, paddles, rulers, a wooden spoon and a wooden backed hairbrush.

She gulped as she studied the array before her.  She looked up at him wide eyed.  She could not read anything in his expression to help her make a choice.  He was just patiently waiting, although it almost looked as if he wanted to smile.

She looked back at the array.  She looked back at him, and hesitated.  Now he did smile, as he said, "I told you to choose what intrigues you, but if you can't choose, I will choose for you."

"Um, no that's okay," she said hastily.  She decided to pick a few things from each row and drawer, nothing too scary.  In the first row, she hesitated and chose one of the small steel spadey things, the metal coils and the weird plastic cylinders - he said to choose what intrigued her and she had no idea what these were for.

From the second row she chose the rope and a collar, she definitely didn't want handcuffs!  From the drawer, okay this was harder - obviously all of these were for spanking.  She felt her stomach turn over at the thought.  For years she had a fantasy of being spanked... and it looked like tonight he would make it come true.

Watching her choose he wondered what she was thinking.  He tried to keep a poker face as she laid out her choices.  He was surprised she would choose an anal plug, much less nipple huggers AND the suction cups. But he couldn't hide a smile when she chose the rope.  He loved the way a woman looked tied up in rope and he loved the way they looked when he untied them and the marks remained.  There were SO many things he could do with a rope, caress her with it, whip her with it, obviously tie her up with it.  He could increase her pleasure/pain threshold by pulling the skin taut.  He could place knots around her clitoris, anus and nipples to cause direct stimulation - oh there was a lot he could do with that rope.

The collar though, that was different.  He looked at her and was surprised by his reaction.  He had used collars lots of times, but the idea of putting his collar on her... it was unsettling.  Not because he wouldn't love her wearing his collar, but, if she enjoyed what he was about to do to her, what if she let someone else collar her.  He was shocked by his immediate anger at the idea of someone else controlling her, and he knew in that moment, that whatever it took, she was his.  He had no intention of letting her go. He took a deep breath as a calm feeling replaced the quick anger.  Just because he had never felt like this before didn't mean he didn't know what to do.  He just didn't realize how deep his feelings for her were until now.  But now that he knew, well, he would handle it.  Smiling, he watched her flush as she studied the drawer but he was puzzled as the flush went to her ears, neck and chest, a sure sign of excitement, but what was she excited by?  He followed her gaze and honed in on the hairbrush.  He had to fight to smooth out his face and hoped that his erection wasn't too obvious through his jeans.  He fought the urge to adjust himself and waited, anticipating what she would choose as she obviously found the hairbrush exciting.

She picked up the hairbrush and quickly placed it with the other things.  Keeping her eyes on the floor, she walked back over to where he was waiting for her.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Double or Nothing - Chapter 2

Where were we?... oh, right...

"Stand up," he said pulling her towards him by the hair.  When she did, he bent and captured her mouth.  Just a taste, he promised himself as he deepened the kiss.  When their tongues met he groaned and captured her lower lip between his teeth, burying his hands in her hair.  She moaned and he felt her nipples harden against him.  It took all of his will power not to take her then and there.  He needed to be sure that she knew what she was in for, and that she was willing to take this further.

He broke off the kiss and she sighed as he moved away.  He grabbed his shirt from the table and pulled it over her.  She sought the arm holes and pulled her hands through.  His shirt covered her to her thighs, but instead of helping matters, he swore it made things worse.  He could see her nipples poking through the thin material.

"I need to show you something," he said.  She followed him down the hall to the guest room.  She had been in his house before, and while she had never slept in the guest room, the door was usually open and she had seen it before.  He climbed up on the four post bed and sat with his back against the pillows.

"Come here," he said.

Were they going to...? Did she want to...? What about...?  Her thoughts fluttered madly, her heart raced as she walked to the bed.  He took her hand and pulled her up, settling her between his legs so that her back was against his chest and he put his arms around her.

She let herself relax against him.  He took one of her hands, linking it with his and studying the two hands together as he began to speak.

"There are certain things I like," he began, "certain ways I like to do things."  She listened, wondering what he was thinking.  "When I have sex with a woman, I like to be the one in control," he said. She nodded, watching as he stroked her hand.

"I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship either."  She nodded again, that had been one of her worries too, it's not like she never thought about it... she just couldn't bring herself to say anything and the timing was never right.

"When I say that I like being in control, you have to first understand that I think women are incredible, worthy of respect and reverence.  But, I like being in total control, I like to have intense sex and it excites me to make a woman lose control.  Sometimes, I like to mix pleasure and pain, but only because it excites me to hear a submissive woman moan, gasp and cry out with pleasure, and pain and pleasure together can heighten the experience, " he said sliding his hand up her arms and turning to open a drawer in the nightstand.  He reached in and she watched with some trepidation, what was he getting, handcuffs?  She stiffened against him as he drew out.... an ashtray and a box.  Opening the box he pulled out a joint, lit it and leaned back against the head board.  She slowly relaxed back against him as he passed it to her, somewhat disappointed and not really sure why.

"You aren't saying much.  Do I frighten you, was that too much information?", he asked.She handed him back the joint, thinking of what he had said and taking the time to answer him seriously, because he was serious about this, she could tell.

"You don't frighten me", she finally said, "I trust you and I'm not afraid that you would hurt me, but I don't really know what you mean.  Are you talking about whips and chains, S&M, like the stuff you read about in books?" she laughed nervously.

"What books have you been reading?" he laughed too.  "I'm not talking about hard play, it doesn't excite me to cause welts, bruises or cuts..." he paused as he felt her back stiffen, handing her back the joint and beginning to massage her shoulders gently until she began to relax again.  "That is why I asked you what your "hard lines" were.  I didn't know that you had no experience with this and I always ask that with women I play with".  He could feel her tense again so he took the joint, crushing it out in the ashtray and setting it on the nightstand.  He pulled her up so that she was nestled at his side, her head against his chest.

She took the opportunity to let her hair shield her face.  The thought of him with other women angered her and she was trying to figure out why.  She had seen him with other women, it had never bothered her before, but the idea of another woman in his bed seemed intolerable now that she was here beside him She idly let her fingers play on his chest, allowing them to rest in the small concave just under his pecs.  He brushed her hair back and asked her, "What do you like?  What turns you on?"

She could feel herself blushing and she buried her face against his chest.  He gently tried to turn her face up, but she shook her head, keeping her face hidden.  "I like lots of things", she whispered.

"If you aren't going to tell me, then I will have to find out for myself", he said sternly.She felt her stomach tighten at the thought.

"You are my slave, and you have to do whatever I say, right?" he asked in the same tone.  She felt weak at the knees as she answered with a timid "yes."

"Get up and go to the foot of the bed, open the cedar chest and take out the things that intrigue you", he commanded.

She got up, shyly pulling the t-shirt down and did as he commanded.  Opening the cedar chest she could only stare open mouthed as she looked at what was inside.

"Start choosing", he commanded roughly.  God, did she know what she looked like, standing there with her plump lips open, just begging for him to kiss them... or to shove something in them.  Her nipples had hardened again, he could see them through the thin shirt and the light shining in from the window back lit her, exposing her curves. Either she could never wear that shirt again, or she could only wear that shirt always, he couldn't decide which would be better, she was driving him crazy.