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Controlling a couple.

I've barely got time to write this up, but ever since it happened, I've masturbated furiously replaying it in my head ;-) so thought I'd share.... better late than never and all that...

Cindy contacted me via my yahoo group and asked if I'd be interested in meeting with her for a coffee as she was seriously considering getting into the "pro-domme scene" in DC & had been given my info by someone else.  We met a few weeks ago at Starbucks, and I loved her from the first minute we met.  Bubbly, vivacious, wicked sense of humour, and drop dead gorgeous.  We talked for 3 hours that morning, and decided that we should get together later that evening for a drink & dinner.  That night turned into closing the local pub down, and she invited me back to her place to meet her husband...

Jim was so much like my husband that it was a bit freaky.  You might think they were brothers if you saw them together, and they even have the same hobbies... sports, history, politics & he has this total dry sense of humour that I fell in love with.  I wound up hanging out at their house until almost 5.00am before realizing that the sun was just coming up.

They asked if they could take me to dinner the next night and I agreed.  We talked and talked for hours again, and the conversations started to get a little steamy.  So much so, that we decided once more to go back to their home, and continue it on the couch.  I learned that she has been the one in control in the bedroom, but she'd like to have someone dominate them both, and of course I was all up for that!

During the talking there were a lot of hard nipples poking through shirts, hard cocks poking through trousers, and very very wet slippery cunts, and the sexual tension in the air between the 3 of us was thick.  I'm big into teasing and mind fucking, so there was plenty of me squeezing, pushing up against, pinning arms back, and always, leaving them wanting more.  It was very difficult for me to get up and leave that night, because what I really wanted to do was fuck them both....

I arranged with them that they should come over to my dungeon in Columbia later that week, and I'd rock their world, while hopefully being so turned on myself, that I'd cum buckets.

The day arrived and they both showed up at the designated time, wearing exactly what I'd instructed.  When they saw our massive barn with all kinds of large heavy play pieces, I could visibly see them shudder.  That light shiver that goes through your body when you're in fight or flight mode, or even terribly excited.

I'd instructed Cindy to shave bare, and wear nothing but a light summer dress, no panties, no bra.  When I made her get naked in front of me, I could smell how wet she was.  When she was naked I circled around her, commenting on her body.  I picked up a collar & wrist restraints and placed them on her, and instructed her to kneel on the floor.  I then placed a blindfold over her eyes.  Then it was my turn with Jim.  I demanded that he strip in front of me, and told him how I'd been dying to get a look at his body and his cock since the first night I'd met him.  He started rushing through it, and I forced him to slow down, and take his time.  I wanted to enjoy this.

When he was done, and standing in front of me butt naked, I took my riding crop, and rubbed it over his body, as I walked around him, taking in his whole naked body.  His cock was rock hard and standing at attention.  I took another collar and a set of wrist restraints, and placed them on him.  I instructed Cindy to get to her feet, and I placed them back to back, and restrained them together.  I then blindfolded Jim.

I'd gathered some toys together for sensory play, and of course my nails always work well too.  I turned on the stereo with some Enigma, dimmed the lights, and lit some candles.  My favourite, Henry Bindel lemon verbena.  When one or more of your senses are taken away, you automatically kick the others into high gear.  I spoke softly, so they'd strain to listen, and I brushed up against their bodies as I walked past, allowing them to feel the leather of my thigh high boots, and the leather & chain mail from my bra & mini skirt.  I whispered in their ears, darting my tongue out softly and just grazed their skin, watching them squirm, and listening to their moans.  I was definitely getting turned on.

I pressed my tits up against Cindy's, and slipped my fingers between her bare pussy lips, all the while telling Jim exactly what I'm doing, and how it feels.  I fingered her until my fingers were dripping with her pussy juices, and she was begging me for some relief.  I slipped around to Jim, and told him to open his mouth, and I slipped my cunt soaked fingers into his mouth, and while he sucked on them, I told him how he'd be sucking my cock next.

They were both swaying and getting heady, so I decided it was time to move them.  I swung two St Andrews Crosses around to face each other, and removed their blindfolds, and re-restrained them both, and placed a spreader bar between their ankles.  I leaned up against Jim's body, so that Cindy could watch me finger myself, while I told them exactly what would be coming next, and how hot I was just thinking about it.

I took a candle, lit it, and placed it in a holder next to me.  Then I took my fingernails and lightly scraped them over Cindy's nipples, watching them get bigger and bigger.  I slipped my leather mini skirt off, and slipped on a strap on cock, making sure to bend over and push up against Jim's hard cock with my bare ass.  I then grabbed the candle and dripped the hot wax over Cindy's bare nipples.  Watching her tense, and hearing her moan caused my juices to drip a bit more.  I then turned around and placed some nipple clamps on Jim, and rubbed my tits up against his chest, and pressed my cock up against his cock ;-)

Now that I was warmed up it was time for the real fun to begin.  I got them down from their crosses, and made them kneel in front of me.  I walked all the way across to where my throne sat, and took a seat.  Then I made them crawl to me, on their hands and knees, telling them to shake their asses seductively.  As they got closer I opened my legs and told Jim to crawl in between them & pleasure me while Cindy watched.  I held my cock up out of the way, and he lapped my pussy as if it was his last meal.

Then I stood up over him, and fucked his face with my cock.  I made him deep throat my cock, and show me what a good little whore he was going to be for me.  I told him to get it nice and wet, because I was going to fuck his wife with it in just a few seconds.  I told him that I totally get off on forcing my big black cock into the mouths of hot heterosexual men.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth and told him to spit on the tip of it, and then I grabbed Cindy by the hair and forced her over the throne.  I shoved my big hard strap on cock right into her very wet, slippery pussy, and fucked her while her husband watched and listened to her begging me for more, begging me to fuck her harder, begging me to treat her like she's my little fucking cum slut.

I could see Jim try to restrain himself from jerking his cock off, he was absolutely begging me to be allowed to fuck her up the ass while I fucked her in the pussy.  He begged me to allow him to cum all over her tits, or her face, and he begged me to allow him to fuck my pussy while I fucked his wife.  I pulled her hair harder, and slapped her ass, I reached back around and grabbed his cock and balls, and squeezed... I could feel his balls filling up with cum.

I slid my cock out of his wife, and forced it back into his mouth.  I made him suck all of her pussy juice off my cock, while I had Cindy go lay down on the bed, and masturbate for us.  The three of us got onto the big king size 4 poster bed, and I pulled Jims' wrists up above his head, and restrained him to one of the poles.  I slipped off the strap on, and then climbed onto his face, and made Cindy climb onto his cock.  While she rode his cock for all she was worth, I ground my pussy into his face, and allowed Cindy to suck on my tits.

It was an amazing 4 hours, and I can't wait to see them again.  In fact, I had to get this up, because I have plans with them again tonight.  Tonight I'm thinking humiliation, spanking, and taking Jim up the ass... that's after I've made him make Cindy and I cum, at least a couple of times.

On other fronts... I LOVE THIS FUCKING WEATHER!!  I'm so excited.  I went for a hike yesterday on Patuxent Trail from Lake Elkhorn in Columbia to Savage Mill and back.  The breeze was so nice, but the fucking mosquitoes were biting like crazy.  I even got bit on my  left breast, and also on one of my ass cheeks.  Little fuckers.  They must know their days are numbered!

Today I took out a new horse that I picked up a few weeks ago.  For the first time in my life I bought a gelding.  Actually, I didn't really buy it, someone owed me some money, and the horse was the only way they could pay.  I'd seen the horse several times before, and knew that unless they got it castrated, I was never going to be able to break it.  It's definitely got ADHD.  Or else it's spawned from the devil.  Castrated or not, that little fucker threw me off last week, and I almost busted my shoulder, plus fucked up my nails.  Today was better, (I actually put a saddle on him), and managed to go almost as far as the PA border.

Reading: Just finished The Gargoyles --- excellent book and loved it from page 1.  Listening to: Viva La Vida, Coldplay & Body On Me, Nelly.  Eating: Nothing healthy... cinnamon crunch bagel with walnut cream cheese for breakfast, salt and vinegar chips for lunch.  Drinking: Diet Rockstar and Water.

Anyway, gotta run, get a shower and head off to meet Cindy and Jim for dinner ;-)

Half-Nekkid & Bleeding..

Yep, the title says it all...  Today is Half-Nekkid Thursday.  Proceed at your own risk.  Not for the faint of heart.  You must be *this high* to ride this ride..

Just back from a run. Exhausted.

Masturbation session, Mike n his butt plug

Aaahhhh.. Nice..

Fuck that felt good.

Time for a nap. Was up all night.

When I was uploading those pics, I found out that I'd taken some while I was "on the rag" last week & forgot to stick them up.  I was in the middle of a phone sex thing with a slave that belongs to another dominatrix, who is *really into* eating women out when they're on their period.... and I was supposed to zap them over to him.  However, I've since forgotten all about him, and his email address... So here ya go.  Two for one special today, but remember... proceed at your own risk.  Oh and yeah, I have since shaved.  It's all bald again.

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Do I really need to spell it out? Bleeding Lovely.

Bleeding period.

Fuck me Pink.

Will write later about yesterday... Had *the* HAWT-EST session ever with a husband and his wife..

I'm going out with Peachysweet tonight to Pastimes..

Bunco Bonking...

Last night 11 girlfriends and I got together for our monthly "bunco" game.  We played till well after midnight, and drank 10 bottles of wine, and a bottle of lemon vodka.  Each month someone takes a turn to be "the hostess with the mostess" and we all pick a theme ahead of time.  This month our theme was truth or dare, but really it turned into "the losers have to do whatever the hell we tell them"...  and boy did it get steamy.

It's 4 women per table, and 3 tables.  The table with the highest score & quickest bunco wins, and each of the 4 women on the winners side, get to confer, and pick up to all 4 women from the group of losers, and either ask them something particularly intrusive, or make them do something amusing, embarrassing or entertaining.

The evening started out fairly innocently.  We knew one of the girls (M) had been having some dreams of a sexual nature about one of our other friends (S), and neither of them have ever done it before, so we made M french kiss S while we timed it for 1 minute.  1 minute seems like nothing, but watching two women who secretly like one another have to do it for 60 seconds, stretched forever and ever!  When they lost again, we then made S remove M's sundress and her own.  Then we made them lie down, one on top of the other, and kiss and feel each other all over.  I was kinda getting a bit hot under the collar watching each of them jump a little when touched knowing they were feeling that electric feeling and listening to them when the breathing became a little quicker and heavier.

As the evening progressed we made the losers remove all their clothes, and we blindfolded them.  Then we made them get under the winners table, and lick each of the women for 3 minutes.  So 15 minutes later, they'd made it around the table, and had sampled the pussy of all 4 women.

I was on the losers table just once that evening.  Luckily for me, the "winners" were comprised of M and S, D and L and out of 12 women, these are probably the tame ones in our group of friends.  They came up with  having us partner up amongst ourselves, and then  starting at our toes & using our tongues,  lovingly lick & kiss our partner (i.e make out session) for 5 minutes each.  While they all watched.

I partnered up with L, whose birthday it is today, (and who aside from Rachel is probably my best friend in forever) and who has never been with a woman, but has always asked me about it, (and told me that she's had fantasies of doing it), but the opportunity had never arisen.... well...

The raunchiest part was probably the winners pretending to be guys rocking out with their cocks out, and making the losers crawl over on their hands and knees, and worship their cocks, but showing us how they do it to their husbands in real life...  some of that was very entertaining.  I found out some interesting little nuances about some of my friends, and some other really startling pieces of information about others.

All in all a fun night.  I'm thinking that when it's my turn to host in November, I'm going to switch things up.  I'm going to bring 12 men in, and those 12 men are going to play the bunco game with us, but the men will be who we humiliate and degrade...  and maybe we'll throw in a few more to actually "serve" us, because getting up to get our own wine, and uncork bottles, is really not my bag.  I much prefer to have a man tend to our needs...  interested in signing up?  Leave a comment!

Moved On..

Do you miss me? I know that I moved on... but..

I miss you.

And you've had some "upgrades" done since I last saw you. Lookin' Nice....

It makes me want you. Again.

I'm flirting with the idea that I could have both of you at the same time.... ?

If you ever wanna get to know me more... send me an email.

I'll tell you where I'm hanging my thigh high boots at these days, and I promise I'm only getting better.

Mistress Nichole.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MsNichole_Bitch-in-Boots/

Jackin' & Jillin'

Sunday & Monday I spent with the husband & kiddos and about 40 of our closest friends down in Kent Island. It was fantastic. I think I wanna give up the 5 acres & secludedness to move there! Our friends have this huge lot on the water, with their own little beach area & boat dock, and it's gorgeous and quiet.

Huge party all day Sunday & hanging out at The Red Eye Dock Bar. Monday, we took the boat out with the kids & went crabbin' and actually caught some crabs!! In fact, when I was putting the pot down, some were scrambling to get in and get my wee little fishy wishy. They are quite vicious little fuckers! Loved how he immediately just stabbed my poor fish right through the juggler, and fought off the two others who were scrambling to get it! Don't think I'm going to get hired on Deadliest Catch anytime soon tho!

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The Red Eyes Dock Bar... WOW.. hot hot hot.. So many babes, so little time. Was a bit iffy docking there, but thank god we didn't drive in, that was a complete nightmare! The place is packed out every Sunday for their infamous Bikini Contests, with the finale I guess happening this upcoming week. May just have to do a repeat!

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It was totally nice to get some much needed face time with the husband. Talking AND my ass smothering his face! That started on Saturday night. I went out all my "mommy girlfriends" for dinner and then to hang out at McGinty's Irish Pub. However, they're all very responsible mommies, who like their sleep now-a-days, and they all wanted to be home and tucked up by 11pm... !!! Well I decided I should go do the faithful, good-girl thing too, and boy was he surprised when I walked in the door so early! He immediately dropped to his knees, and started licking my boots and trying desperately to pry my legs open (I should have realised earlier that evening, when he'd made me change out of my "wellies" and put on a sexy little pair of knee high boots, to go with my mini skirt, that he was "into" them)!

I acquiesced (after all I was going to be up for hours) and got comfy on the couch for a moment or two.. until he pulled me up, and bent me over the arm of the couch, and dropped back down to licking his way from my ankles up to my ass where he was trying desperately to get his tongue... (Due to the fact I was going out with the mummies I'd put on underwear, which are in very scarce supply around my house).

He quickly pulled them & my skirt off of me, while I peeled my top of, and he started in earnest kissing and licking my ass, and fingering me at the same time, (it takes them a long time to figure out the multi-tasking thing) until I was begging him to shove his cock in me.

From there we bounced to me riding him while facing away. (I love leaning back into his chest, and him kissing my neck, and having his hands cupping my breasts). Then I wanted to see if he'd actually get into the boot worship thing some more (as it's not something he's ever taken much of an interest in), so I laid back next to him, and shoved the sole of my boot up against his face, while I jerked his cock off with one hand, and fingered myself with the other... (now that's fucking multi-tasking for real)!! He totally was getting into it..... Hmmmm I'm thinking he might have found my blog and read it.. which I totally am not into. It's ok for mostly anonymous people to read it, but it's like a diary, and pretty personal, and somethings that I might actually write about, are things that I've maybe not wanted to tell him about... is that at all weird?? Should I even expect privacy?

Anyways, things got kinda hectic over the summer and I didn't spend as much time with him as I should have, so perhaps he was feeling just a wee bit neglected & very horny.

Elsewhere on the husband front:

He's waffling back n forth with this idea of me being back and fully immersed into this lifestyle. Part of it turns him on and parts make him insanely jealous. I think "a little" jealous is always a good thing, keep him on his toes and all that... ;-)

Now that he has this job through the end of November at least, I'm also really kind of forcing the issue of moving back into the Columbia house, which he's not interested in doing, even though at any given time there's a bevy of strippers hanging out half nekkid, or drunken girl on girl sex parties happening, to which he now objects!!??!! (Well not really in theory, but...) And, as a mom, so do I, but only if it's before 8.30pm. I say between the hours of 8.30pm and 6.30am anything goes. The husband however, has gotten this huge guilty complex now that we've had kids, and I wish he'd lose it. It doesn't go with the whole big n sexy hunka hunka burning love image that I have of him.

So this morning Jack came. Literally and figuratively. He showed up at 7.30am to make me (and the kids) breakfast. I then had him come upstairs and help me get them ready for preschool and me well I drove them to pre-school in my boxer shorts and wellie boots.

Jack bought me a corset that has the cups out (so the boobs are therefore out and showing), and he has been begging me to wear it, so that when I'm walking around in thigh high boots with a whip in my hand, he would have an even harder time of keeping his eyes averted and to the floor... so he was snapping some pics while we were in the bathroom, before we went to the dungeon (well really the stables because I haven't yet moved anything back into the house yet), and I've just realised that one of my boobs is bigger than the other... WTF?

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We got some playtime in before the nanny and the kids arrived, and I have to say, walking around topless, with just the boots and the whip, meant I got in lots of extra licks with the whip due to his incessant gazing! Pressing them up against him while I fucked with him was also pretty hot :-)

Gotta run!!! This is so all over the place now that I've read it back, but I so don't have time to do any better. Thanks for all the recent comments btw!! Will respond to them later!

**TOTALLY REALISED THAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE JACK N JILL PARTY!! WILL UPDATE/EDIT THIS POST LATER**

I brought the Whiskey...

I'm going to see Gaelic Storm tonight.  They ROCK.  Patrick Murphy is my man.  Listen to Me & The Moon here.  If it's raining, I'll be wearing my wellies, but don't tell me ma cause I am the belle from Belfast City... If you're feeling lucky, take a chance, and Kiss me, I'm Irish.

Answering "inquiring minds"..

God you lot are so nosey! I did all very "normal" things today, but yet you still think it's sexy!!?? Well I guess I'm flattered! It was all very mundane, and totally non-dominatrix like ;-)

5.15am Sex with the husband. I think. I was still asleep when he slipped it in. I sleep curled up on my side, with one leg over a pillow. When it got too much to ignore I woke up, turned over, pushed him off of me, and climbed on top. I figured a quick orgasm while our house was still quiet couldn't be a bad start to the day...

6am - Stumbled out of bed to shower. By 6.30am my twins were beating on the bathroom door begging to go to preschool. Got them on the toilet, brushed teeth and hair, and helped them get dressed.. they have so many opinions now, that I've had to offer them "choices" otherwise they wind up looking like total fucktards. They are total nudists at heart, and "getting dressed" takes place at least a dozen times per day. (I thought about posting a pic, but don't want any pervs looking at my naked children).

7am - They wanted bagels, strawberry milk, and scrambled eggs. I figured that sounded good to me too, until I realised that *I* had to make it. Ate breakfast together and watched Dora the Explorer. It was a repeat.

7.30am - It was their first day at preschool and I had to pack their "backpacks" (change of clothes and underwear in case of accidents), and I'd promised to volunteer that morning along with the teacher, and the two para-educators. My son is going to be there 4 days a week due to his special needs & my daughter begged to go too, so I found a 2 hr program twice a week for her to take part in.

7.45am - Toilet time again. They piss and shit alot. The Wonder Pets. Can't fucking stand Ming Ming, a duck with a god damn lisp. How does that teach 2-3year olds to speak properly? Broke up a fight, and saved the dog from a crayon up his nose. While I was using the toilet, and answering 20 questions, one of them pulled up a chair to the fridge door and decided that they wanted more scrambled eggs. So 2 broken eggs on the floor, which the dogs appreciated...

8.30am - Out the door and get them strapped into their carseats. Forgot my wallet had to run back in. During that brief time my daughter took all her clips out of her hair, and my son took off his shoes & emptied his backpack onto the floor. Made it to preschool and God Damn, I could never be a teacher.

11.30am - Left Preschool, and drove through starbucks. God I needed a drink, but figured coffee would have to do. Got them a cup of oatmeal each, and one of those new protein shakes. Have a bunch of decisions to make. We're pretty sure that my husband is going to take a job doing something he loves, which means he can't be in Greece Nov, Dec and Jan like we'd planned. I'm thinking that we're going to move back into the big house in Columbia, but our kids have never lived there. We moved out prior to them.

They've also reached the point where they're outgrowing their toddler beds, and their nurseries. They each have big ideas about "big boy and girl" bedrooms, and we've talked about it ad nauseum, so we (I) decided that we'd go shopping. We started at Pottery Barn. My daughter wanted the Playhouse Loft bed. And a "princess" bedroom. My son didn't want anything they had. He's fixated on bears & dinosaurs. Am racking my brains on what to do to put those two things together.

Next up was Crate and Barrel, and they've outsourced their kids furniture to The Land Of Nod, so we browsed their catalogue. My son chose the full size barn red beadboard bed. I had no idea kids beds plus mattresses were so expensive. At this rate, I'll have to get a job.

They were both a bit perturbed that I wasn't handing over my credit card, and getting the beds wrapped and put into shopping bags.. I explained that we have to choose bedrooms in the house, measure, paint and figure out how much furniture will actually fit in each room. My son thought about throwing a temper tantrum, but thought better of it.

Next up was Lowes and the paint dept. She picked out a hot pink and chartreuse green immediately. I like her taste. He chose sage green. I'm not sure that barn red bed will look good with that, but ok... Bought all the paint, and as I'm paying for it, it dawned on me that *I'm* probably going to have to actually paint the rooms myself, as hubby is full speed on the field in double training sessions, and gym workouts. As I loaded them and all the stuff into the car, I realized it was definitely time for lunch, otherwise we were all going to turn nasty.

1.30pm. Wanted to choke the fucking waitress. Who can't see that two kids are 20 seconds away from a full blown melt down. Couldn't she just take the fucking order immediately. So more talking from my daughter about how she wants to be a princess... yeah she's my daughter all right. She wants one of those "princess canopies" over the bed, and went into great detail about the colour pink..... yawn.... didn't know how much more I could stand.

So we looked. Bed Bath and Beyond, World Market, Linens and Things, Target, Great Beginnings, Buy Buy Baby, Posh Tots.. none of them had it. And I was fucking tired. And meltdowns were in full force. Fighting over a book. Fighting over a blanket. Fighting over two bottles of water. Fighting over the red light that we HAVE to stop at. Did I mention I was fucking tired? Do you know how many times I have to pick them up and put them into their car seats, buckling them in and out? It would have been so much easier to leave the car running outside each shop and run right in and back out again. But that's a no-no.

4.30pm. We headed home. I really wanted a margarita. It was 97 degrees still. Hubby called to find out where we were. He had two hours free and wanted to see us. Thank fuck. I couldn't take another minute. My daughter started singing. "I kissed a girl and I liked it"... that annoyed her brother to no end. So he screamed, and she sang louder. "It felt so wrong, it felt so right"... should an almost 3 year old be singing this? More screaming from her brother.. she was singing too loud for his liking. She thought it was hilarious that he was getting so worked up... "I hope my boyfriend don't mind it"... Give me a gun.

4.45pm. I swear it felt way more than 15 minutes to get home. Hubby chased them around until they fell over exhausted. Maybe 10 minutes later. He brought in everything I'd bought. Comforters, sheet sets, lamps, paint and god knows what else. He was all dirty, sweaty and fucked up looking, soooo of course that led to us fucking like rabbits on the kitchen counter while the kids slept on the couch.

5.15pm Phone rang. It was Rachel. I told her we were busy. She kept talking. While I was getting it from behind over the counter I explained what I'd been looking for all day. She told me to load the kids up, pick her up and go to Ikea. SO.... I pulled my shorts back up from my ankles, put my flip-flops back on (God my feet are fucking dirty today), and realised my kids weren't on the couch anymore. They were naked, and riding a dog. Those poor dogs. I swear, they take so much abuse. Got them re-dressed, and loaded into the car.

6.30pm. Checked them into the "daycare" center at Ikea. Had almost 45 minutes of mindnumbing nothingness.. it was great, until the pager started going off, and wouldn't stop until I got back to the kids area. My daughter had had an accident. She'd shat herself. And she was still sitting in it. Ooooh fuck. Had to throw her undies in the bin, and wash her arse in the sink.

7.30pm. Had dinner at Ikea. It was actually kinda good. They actually ate everything on their plate, and played in the toy area while Rachel and I chatted.

9.30pm. Got home. Got them in the bath. Got them into their PJ's, and into bed.

10.15pm. No stories tonight. I can't take another minute of it. Hubby is still not home.

So there you have it... blow by blow... fucking uninteresting, mind numbing boring shit.

Hubby finally got home at 10.30pm, and he wants to watch McCain. He's a republican. My husband I mean. I don't know what the hell I am. Some of the stuff they say I totally believe in and want to believe them when they say they'll make a smaller government... BUT, I can't take the whole reversing Roe vs Wade, or telling any woman what she should or should not do with her own body. I'm also all for stem cell research. And gay marriage. And kinky sex / porn. And I know the difference between Iran and Iraq and Afghanistan. It doesn't really matter though, cause I can't vote. I'm not a US Citizen.

Uuugggh, it's been a very long day. I think I'm going to bed with the husband, and hope I haven't blown my whole "Tough, bitchy, Dominatrix persona" ;-) LMAO. Actually I'm going to shower, and wash my dirty black feet, slip into a bustier, thigh highs and high heels, and climb into bed ride his face, and then fuck his brains out. Hopefully he hasn't showered yet.

Goodnight ;-)

Eight Things

Another Meme.

Eight...

8 things I am passionate about:

1. Abused, Neglected Children & Animals.


2. Reforming Welfare. If we have to have it, put a reasonable time limit on it, like 6-8 months, not 4 fucking generations. Anyone who has to sleep under a bridge and doesn't like it, will quickly find a job.


3. Gardening.


4. Hiking.


5. Sex.


6. Family.


7. Traveling.


8. Antiques.

8 books I’ve read and enjoyed or that have left an imprint:

1. Are you there God? It's me Margaret.. Judy Blume.


2. The Grapes of Wrath & East of Eden.. John Steinbeck.


3. The Good Earth.. Pearl S Buck.


4. The Time Traveler's Wife.. Audrey Niffenegger.


5. Light a penny candle & Echoes.. Maeve Binchy.


6. Cane River.. Lalita Tademy.


7. She's come undone & I know this much is true.. Wally Lamb


8. Love in the time of cholera.. Gabriel García Márquez

Yeah I know, that was more than 8..

8 words/phrases that I say often:

1. Bugger off!


2. Oh for Fucksake.


3. Bollocks.


4. Bloody hell.


5. On the rocks, with salt.


6. No. Stop it. Don't make mummy get the wooden spoon out!


7. 1,2,3... Timeout.


8. La-La...

8 things I want to do before I die:

1. Eat mussels in Bruges.


2. Raft through the Grand Canyon.


3. Learn to speak Spanish.


4. Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Munich. Oh and experience Love Parade.


5. Ride something bigger than a horse.


6. Learn how to Salsa Dance.


7. Make it through an entire porno movie.


8. Hike down the Inca trail to Machu Picchu.

8 things I’ve learned in my life:

1. Children do not understand that you are flawed.


2. Laughter is good medicine.


3. Home can be more than one place.


4. Choose a path, take risks, have guts and dare to grow.


5. Never take things for granted.


6. There is more than one right answer & I don't always have to be right.


7. I like surprises.


8. One love is not enough.

8 places I want to see:

1. Barcelona.


2. Tuscany.


3. South Africa.


4. Galapagos Islands.


5. Fiji.


6. Easter Island.


7. The South Island, New Zealand.


8. Egypt.

8 things I currently want/need:

1. My car serviced & cleaned.


2. Another cup of green tea.


3. My kitchen cleaned.


4. A trip to the mall for: Lush Gorgeous face lotion, Philosphy big lip mouth plump in pink, and underwear.


5. Have my legs & bikini area waxed.


6. A Vicodin to kill this migraine that just won't go away. And a primary care Dr. A pap smear & breast exam. And a good gynecologist.


7. My pool cleaned, balanced, and winterized/closed.


8. More patience.

8 things I ate/drank this week:

1. Green Tea.


2. Ribena.


3. Bagel with Walnut cream cheese.


4. Double Decker.


5. Ginger Chicken from Tara Thai with Papaya Salad.


6. Tomato Basil soup from La Madelaine.


7. Key Lime Yogurt.


8. Hard Boiled Egg.

and you? Tell me at least one from each section... In the comments section please...

I think you're really submissive..

One of the things you'll learn about me soon enough is that it takes me a few days to get my head around anything that has me more than slightly flummoxed. For instance, if I leave you out of a post, (besides the fact that I don't usually post all of the gory intimate details) then I either want to get to know you better, or you were inconsequential. Same thing with the phone calls / texts..

I know I haven't known you *that* long, and the way we met was not the norm, but God Damn, you have the makings of a very meticulous submissive male. In case you didn't know, they're like Unicorns. If they are around & semi trainable, they're usually shacked up with loads of heavy baggage, and having been a home-wrecker once in my early 20's, I'm not prepared to go there again.

Most of the men who contact me, (professing to be submissive), have been looking at way too much male-driven porn. They are misguided & misdirected due to all the Barbie-esque, pornstar-ish looking women, dressed from head to toe in leather or latex, and 7" fetish heels, who for a fee, fulfill fantasies of "him losing control in the bedroom & becoming a sex slave". Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that these men can't overcome their stupidity, but many of them *like* being as dumb as a box of rocks. But I digress...

When out of absolute necessity I berated Stefan, I glimpsed you out of the corner of my eye, looking forlorn, your eyes pleading with me to return quickly so you wouldn't have to change your mind about baring your soul. The way you look me in the eyes & then blush so easily is oh so sweet.

I need mind, body and soul. It's rare to find all 3. BDSM for me is more about the persons involved more so than the acts themselves. The acts are dirtier, sexier, deeper when you know each other. Most people (and I'm not one of them) find it hard to be open & forthcoming, but not you. For every truth that I told, I loved that you told one too. The dares are fun, but hearing someone speak hidden thoughts aloud is much more of a turn on to me. The fact that you could do it surrounded by a bunch of men and women you didn't know, made it all the more hotter.

The old fashioned chivalry that you subscribe to is refreshing. It is not only good manners when a gentleman holds open a door, or seats a lady, but it shows me that you have character. In this day and age, that is also rare. The way you continually make sure my needs are met, is very sexy.

Your emails are neither pompous or pretentious, yet you write and speak with such forthrightness that at times *I* blush, then *re-read* the sentence again just to get that familiar wetness between my legs, and shivers up and down my spine.

You were self assured enough that you persisted with the initial introductory email, even though I didn't respond to the first three. You were confident enough to invite me for coffee, repeatedly. You had enough integrity to tell me I could call upon you anytime, and for any reason and mean it. You sat & thought about how you could make your introduction more appealing and sincere, and then sent not one, but two re-dos. I LOVE THAT in my men.

I've never wanted to be with the namby-pamby, spineless, indecisive, sniveling cowards, or doormats, who think throwing themselves on the floor at my feet, or spouting all those stupid, pathetic "scene" inspired sentiments & titles makes them appealing to me. It doesn't.

When I had your arms bound behind your back & I was flogging you, your cries begging me to stop; begging me not to, made me hot. Literally. The heat coming from my body the more turned on I become, is hard not to notice. When I bit your lip and you whimpered it made me want you.

I could hardly wait to get you on your back and climb up onto your face. When you told me that you've only ever eaten one other pussy before I couldn't wait to teach you how to eat me properly, and just the way I like it. It's so much easier for me to teach from scratch, rather than having men unlearn what they *think* is the correct way to lick a cunt.

I LOVE being on top for oral sex. I love the control I have to ride your tongue exactly the way my clit needs it. I love knowing that my pussy lips are opening and closing around your nose, and tongue, and chin, as I slide myself back and forth, humping your face.

I loved grinding myself onto your face, and hearing you lap up my juices that by now were dripping down your chin and onto your neck and chest. I could see that slippery, white cum glistening on your chest & couldn't help but rub it all over your nipples, and the head of your cock.

I loved how every time I told you where to put your tongue, and how quickly or slowly you should move it, your cock got just that little bit harder. When I told you that I was about to cum, and that you should suck on my clit while I exploded my pussy juices all over your face I could feel you stiffen up underneath me. That made me fuck your face with my pussy just that little bit harder and faster. When we came at the same time, I was very impressed.

Hearing you run the bath, light the candles and get the room cleaned up while I came down, made it difficult to not want another orgasm right away. I loved that you washed my hair, and scrubbed everything clean. It's always so relaxing to get a back rub while in the tub, and those smells were delicious.

I think you're really submissive, and I think I really like it. I'll be calling you later. Make sure you don't have plans....

Crazy Fun

Wow it's been a whole week almost since I last had time to sit down and write anything. I've been partying like a rockstar since my family were kind enough to finally go back home. YAY!!!

So because it's all just such a blur, I'm going to post about the parts I remember.

We went to see a band. I've now come to the realization that I'm past my prime. They were supposed to start at 8pm. By 10pm when they finally started up, I was seriously pissed off and regretting that I'd agreed to go there. Standing room only, smelly, and we were surrounded by fucktards. I want to sit down, and have a waiter bring me some good red wine. Not piss 'n vinegar in a plastic cup. Fuck I'm getting old.

Hmmmm, let's see what else....

12 girls. 6 slave boys.

A pool party. A boat ride. Big Tits everywhere. Mostly fake. But still big tits.

Yummy Mummies.

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Foot Worship. 240 Toes. 12 pairs of feet.

Peeing. Behind trees. In carpark. On slaves. In pool. (BIG NO-NO).

Kissing Girls. Yummy. Lesbian Sex. Ooooh right there.... that's it... oh.. oh... ahh

Alcohol. More peeing. Off the back of the boat.

More girl on girl kissing & fondling. Naked male slaves restrained and drooling.

One-on-one time with Josh. Restrained. Sitting on his face. Squeezing his nipples. Running my fingernails up his stomach and chest. Riding his face until I cum.

Laying down on him. My head & hair on his cock and balls, my legs on his shoulders and chest, and my feet up against the headboard. Vibrating myself with my magic wand, while he listens to me groan, and feels me squirm ontop of him. Watching until I cum and squirt straight up in the air.

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Clothed females, naked males. (CFNM) Always fun. Twice the humiliation. Forcing naked males to entertain us by wanking off while we watch. 6 Magic Wands. 6 chicks with strap on cocks. 6 Naked slaves getting fucked up the arse by 6 women, while 6 semi clothed women vibrate themselves silly. 6 Naked males on their backs while getting pissed on by 12 women.  Did I mention that I didn't want anyone to pee in the toilet because I wanted to swim, and like an airplane, I'm convinced when you flush, it empties into the Potomac?

There's something just so fucking *yummy* about forcing a man to be completely naked in my presence, while I still have all (or at least some) of my clothes on. Them naked and vulnerable. Me in charge & commanding their attention.

One-on-one time with Jack. Dressed us both up in thigh high stockings & panties from Victoria Secrets. Exquisite foot worship. On his knees. His tongue tickling me from heel to ass. Over and Over. Stands up behind me. From Ass to neck. Very good....

Restrained Jack to St Andrews Cross. Rubbed his cock with my stockinged foot. Slapped his cock with my riding crop. Squeezed his balls, dragging my fingernails over them and under them. Rubbed my ass up against his cock, teasing him. Telling him that he'll never be allowed to fuck me. Slapping his face. Grabbing his hair. Scratching his chest. Putting my hands around his throat and slowly, deliberately choking him, as I feel his cock dance, and press up against my hip bone, begging to cum.

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Baltimore Harbour. Bad come ons.

No gym time. No bike rides. Drank way too much. Ate way too much crap. Definitely didn't lose any weight.

Mosquito bites. On my ass. Bruises on my right hand & wrist and shoulder. No fucking idea.

Tuesday, down to 3 yummy mummies, and no slave boys. Reading The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. Fucking explicit & right to the point.

Listening to Kid Rock, All Summer Long, The Pussy Cat Dolls, When I grow up, Rhianna, Disturbia... BTW - If you're using ITUNES, you suck. I've been using this: GO MUSIC for as long as I can remember. At least 5 or 6 years. Singles are 15 cents. Albums about $1.10. Use the link to sign up & I get a referral, and you get 10 songs for the price of one itunes download.