Punishing Jim

Karen spread her legs to reveal the pink wetness between them and gave a naughty grin to the couple standing at the edge of the bed. “So, when do we get started,” she asked as she ran her hands along her body. That was all the encouragement Gary needed and he was on the bed, kissing her feverishly in moments, while Linda went straight for the other woman’s pussy. Karen moaned and then, breaking off the kiss while Gary moved down to play with her nipples, smiled across the room at her poor husband Jim, who was trussed up like a turkey and made to watch as two other people played with his wife. She wondered what he’d do when she let Gary fuck her later.

Between Linda’s ministrations to her pussy and the attention Gary was lavishing on her nipples Karen was ready to come very quickly. Her hips bucked and she moaned, all the while never breaking eye contact with Jim, who was rock hard and squirming in his seat already. He wondered how he was going to survive the evening.

As Karen recovered from her first orgasm Linda stroked Gary’s cock slowly and gently; when Karen was back to a normal heart rate she moved over to Gary and Linda and the two women began to lick and suck and kiss at him, sharing his cock between themselves and sometimes stopping to share passionate kisses with one another as well. Karen left Linda to play with her husband’s cock and she began to focus on Linda, tweaking her nipples, running her hands along her body, and stroking and petting her soft skin. Linda fairly purred, making Gary twitch and gasp as he unleashed a torrent of his come into Linda’s mouth. She took it all then turned to Karen for a kiss, sharing the taste of him with her.

Gary leaned back, sated, and looked over at Jim who looked both aroused and angry and grinned at him. “You only brought this one on yourself you know. Karen told us all about your little transgressions.” Then he turned his gaze to the two women who were writhing across the bed and settling in so they could easily reach to lick one another. Karen was voracious and wild while Linda was slower and more deliberate. The difference in their techniques left them both aching for more and Karen slipped two fingers into Linda’s pussy curling them upward with a fluttering motion as she sucked hungrily at her clit. Linda came first, with a muffled wail that vibrated across Karen’s skin which triggered her second orgasm of the evening. Karen never stopped stroking Linda and slowly added a third finger and pushed a little harder, moved a little faster, determined to force another orgasm from her pretty blonde friend. Split seconds later Karen’s plan worked as Linda cried out again, her entire body trembling with release.

Gary was ready for another round at this point, but couldn’t decide which of the women in bed with him he wanted to fuck first. The ladies solved that little problem for him when Gary laid flat and Karen straddled his cock, rolling the condom down it, as Linda lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. The women shared a kiss and Karen slipped Gary inside of her with a low moan, watching the look of anguish on Jim’s face as she did so. “How do you like being on the other side, Jim? Is it good for you baby?” And she began to rock back and forth trading kisses with Linda as they pulled and pinched at one another’s nipples as they had their needs attended to. They held onto to each other for support while Karen fucked Linda’s husband.

Gary groaned as Linda ground her pussy against his face riding him just as Karen rode his cock. The sensations were somewhat distracting, especially as Karen began to clench and squeeze her muscles, milking his cock. She wanted to feel him twitch and come for her just as much as she had wanted to make Linda come.

By this time Jim’s cock was nearly purple at the head from being so hard, but the look of jealousy in his eyes certainly didn’t match his level of arousal. He tried to speak around the gag in his mouth and was only left sputtering and drooling on himself. He just wanted this to end, wanted his wife to fuck him and only him. He knew he’d never step out again because watching this was almost more than he could bear. Seeing Karen’s head fall backwards as her body stiffened in yet another orgasm made him moan and the women looked over at him, seeing his face, and Karen briefly wondered if she’d driven him too far, but she didn’t think so. In fact as much fun as she was having, this could become a regular thing. Maybe one day she’d let Jim do more than watch. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have a cock in her pussy and in her mouth at the same time.

Linda and Gary came at the same time and Linda, for her part, was spent, while Gary just needed a break. He wondered if Karen would let him fuck her ass, but after Karen checked on Jim and loosened his bonds and gag, giving him orders not to move, they all settled into the bed for a cuddle and little kisses all around. Karen’s ass could wait.

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Wicked Wednesday 316 – (Bound Release)

Diana smiled as she walked around her partner in a circle, looking at her work wrapped around her beautiful body. The rainbow patterned rope suited Anna’s personality and stood out wonderfully against her skin. Di had multiple hand holds she could use to position her, a gorgeous harness which highlighted her lovely tits, and overall felt like this was her best rope work yet. She was still learning though, just like we all are and noted some small improvements could be made. But that wasn’t important now.

What she wanted now was Anna. And she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, lead her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. She used her hands to tease and caress Anna’s skin, deliberately at first avoiding any really sensitive places, although she did tickle her a bit, just to see her squirm and hear her laugh. When she laughed the ropes tightened a bit and she gasped at the reminder of them and began to squirm a bit, testing them out while her lover touched her. Finally Diana tweaked her nipples gently and the bound woman moaned, arching into her hands. She squeezed her tits, feeling her nipples harden further and leaned down to take them, one at a time into her mouth, sucking gently as she wriggled in her bondage.

Suddenly our rigger grabbed the front of her harness, yanked her up, spun her around and bent her over. She barely had time to catch her breath as several sharp spanks were delivered to her ass. Anna moaned at the feeling and shook her ass at Diana, daring her to hit her again. So she did, another dozen hits that left her ass red and just a little stingy, nothing more. And an instant later Diana was pushing herself into her lover’s cunt, that tight, wet cunt that belonged to her and her alone. She fucked her until she orgasmed around her cock, then pulled out and hauled her up the bed, letting the ropes bite at her skin. A soft flogger came down across her chest, catching both nipples at once and she yelped in surprise trying to get away instinctively. She grabbed the front of the ropes and held her in place while she flogged her tits a couple dozen times, then again took her nipples into her mouth, soothing the pain the best way she knew how.

Her fingers found Anna’s clit, rock hard and throbbing, and her cunt just below still dripping from her first orgasm. She teased her, laughing at her as she writhed against her pretty ropes. Finally three fingers slid inside of Anna and curled against her g-spot, which left her lifting her hips from the bed and crying out. She held her up, suspended by her shoulders and the rope while Diana made her come again before letting her fall back onto the bed like a rag doll. She couldn’t stop moving now as she enjoyed the pressure of the rope and Anna yearned to touch her, but her hands were bound just as well as her body.

Once more Diana pressed against her, into her, filling her with her cock and began to fuck her hard using the ropes wrapped at her hips to drive deeper into her, making the entire bed shake as they fucked. Anna did her best to meet Di, thrust for thrust, but with her hips being held in place it was difficult and only caused more squirming from her. The squirming plus the ropes and the feeling of being so full of Diana’s cock made Anna come again, this time with a loud screeching moan that seemed loud enough to wake the neighborhood And Anna fell back, completely spent. Diana wanted more, but knew it would wait and removing the blindfold, quickly began to untie the other woman, not wanting to leave her bound for too long, one because there was always safety to consider and two because she wanted to feel Anna’s arms around her.

Finally free, Anna gave a cat like stretch, then reached for Diana, pulling her close. “I think I like it when you tie me up. We’ll have to do it again sometime. Or maybe you can show me how to tie you up.” And she gave a naughty little grin as Diana’s eyes widened at the possibility.

Wicked Wednesday 314 – Suede on Skin

 

Natalie lazed in bed, letting the bright sunlight stream through the room. She could hear Victor getting ready for work downstairs and knew that she should get up, but it was extra difficult this morning. She simply didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed behind. Victor pounded up the stairs and met her relaxing in bed and smiled at her. “It’s a shame I have an early meeting. A kiss will have to do.” And he bent down to her as she lifted herself to meet him, sharing a rough kiss that left them both wanting more. But they hadn’t the time. “Tonight,” he breathed against her lips and in a moment he was back down the stairs and out the door.

With a sigh, the pretty blonde rolled out of bed, leaving the covers a scattered mess to be put back together later. Maybe. She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Not bad for middle age she thought to herself. She spun and when she did caught a glimpse of something dark on her rear end. She craned her neck around for a closer look and rubbed at her skin. Her fingertips came away black as well and she frowned slightly. Then she smiled when the memory hit her.

Nude and bent over the bed Victor had taken a soft flogger to her skin. His hits hadn’t left marks, except for the black dye apparently, and she tilted her head, thinking about the moment that the suede had first contacted with her skin. It had been like a tiny electric shock and it made her jump. They both laughed, but Victor had stroked the falls down her back ever so gently and spoke in a firm tone she’d never head from him before. “Be still.” Normally, Natalie wasn’t one for orders and tended to do as she pleased, but she’d promised to try this game and see how she liked it. So far it was interesting. A flurry of hits as quick as Victor could manage. The precise descent of each hit told her he had practiced learning to use it and the care he had taken to ensure he wouldn’t accidentally injure her made her smile.

She turned fully around and stared at the marks on her ass. It had been red last night she knew, but the dye had gone unnoticed and there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Had it been fun though? Would she left him do it again, maybe harder next time? Natalie really didn’t know. She just hoped the dye hadn’t stained the sheets as she slept and made a mental note to check later. But first a shower. She stepping under the warm water and tipped her head back letting it slide across her skin, around her curves, into her hair, and sighed with pleasure. She recalled having made that same noise the night before. Was it while Victor was hitting her? She couldn’t fully remember all the details; it had been a lot to take in all at once. But she knew something had made her happy so she thought harder determined to flesh out the memory to its fullest. And she suddenly thought yes, it was when he hit her, right across the fullest part of her ass, the falls of the flogger connecting, then sliding away. She wanted to feel that sensation again.

As she showered she replayed the flogging from last night, over and over in her head. She even knew how many hits there had been. Thirty. Not too hard, not too soft, just thirty even hits, to let her test out the idea of being flogged. She closed her eyes remembering the fucking that had come after. Victor had been aggressive and tender at once and she loved it. Her will submitted to his. His cock had driven into her cunt filling it right up and she moaned softly to herself. Leaning against the shower wall, letting the water pound her skin she masturbated slowly, her fingers tracing her clit with one hand as the other played with her nipples. She kept picturing last night, the way he’d instructed her to bend over the bed and present herself to him. At first it had been somewhat embarrassing, being on display like that, even if Victor was the only one who could see her. Then he pressed her back further into the bed, causing her to arch and lift her ass higher. “Better,” he’d growled, and teased her ass with the tips of the flogger. How soft it had felt then. He warned her that he was going to hit her and the single stroke fell across her ass the flogger whistling through the air just before impact. Over and over he’d hit her, never once pausing, trusting that if it was too much for her she would end their game. He’d been proud of her when she didn’t.

By now, Natalie was fingering her wet cunt, wishing Victor was there to fuck her, to suck and bite at her nipples, to hit her again. She moaned, her noises drowned out by the water and grabbed the removable head from the wall. Angling it just so, she let the water pound against her clit, fucking herself with her fingers. With a strangled cry her orgasm took her body over and she shook, barely able to keep herself upright. She gave a satisfied sigh and licked her fingers clean before she went about the business of actually showering. She scrubbed at the black dye on her skin and got most of it off, but could see remnants of it in spots here and there. She laughed a soft laugh as the memory of that first hit crossed her mind again and Natalie decided that, yes, she wanted Victor to hit her again. Maybe even with something harder. Maybe even leave marks. And maybe she would even be OK with that firm tone of voice.

But she wanted to try it again, once or a dozen times more just to be sure she liked it. She thought Victor might be quite obliging on that point and she figured a sexy text message or two should get the point across. Natalie smiled again and went about her day, reminded every so often of the few faint dye marks left on her skin and couldn’t wait for Victor to get home.

Are Cellphones the Ultimate Sex Toy?

Almost everyone owns one. We’ve gone from the big, blocky monstrosities to sleek computers that we carry in our pocket or purse. We use them for all kinds of mundane things from actual phone calls to getting directions, and, of course, watching porn. But watching porn isn’t quite what I’m getting at here, although porn in and of itself can be sexy.

But how can we use phones as sex toys? I mean sure most of them vibrate, but I’m pretty sure that’s not exactly what that function was designed for. However, with cellphones comes instant communication and constant access. And that’s a great thing in many ways if you want to keep in touch with people all the time or if you have a busy schedule, but again that’s not sexy.

You know what is sexy though? Getting to work and shooting your partner a suggestive text message. Getting one back in reply. Spending the day trading sexts and maybe even photos if your job allows you that kind of privacy. It lets you build up the anticipation, the desire for one another over a period of hours, which can be incredibly important to someone with a responsive desire mindset and also, incredibly sexy. So in some ways, a cellphone makes an excellent sex toy, if you’re focused on the mental aspect of things and want to create desire in yourself and your partner But there can be some concerns with turning this little device full of data into a virtual sex toy, by putting it to work as a way to communicate your sexuality and sexual needs.

Speaking of communication, how is this digital form of it important in the great scheme of things? And how does it change our interactions with people? Again we are back to that instant accessibility. If you have consent you can sext anyone, anytime. You can have good “old-fashioned” phone sex. You can make a booty call. And this all happens because someone invented a portable telephone and then refined the idea until we have modern cellphones. But the downside the always being accessible is that you’re always accessible. People expect to be able to reach you regardless of the time of day or what you’re doing. It can be exhausting to be that “on” all the time. But it definitely changes how we act with and react to different people. Sometimes a dick pic is a welcome thing and it is fun to trade photos, but if the wrong person sends you that same picture you’d be offended or grossed out or both. And speaking of naughty pictures that maybe you don’t want Grandma to see at a family dinner (don’t leave your phone unattended folks) privacy can become a big concern.

So how private is that communication that you’re sharing? Sure, it is meant to be a for your eyes only kind of thing for you and your partner, but what many people don’t realize is that phones can be hacked and data mined just like your email or Facebook account can be. Unless you have zero apps on your phone, it probably knows far more about you than you realize. There are ways to mitigate this particular issue if you are truly worried about privacy. One of them is, of course, to not engage in the behaviors, but what fun is that? To my knowledge, one of the best private messaging applications out there for sensitive communications is called Signal. Signal is designed specifically to encrypt data end to end, does not store data on its servers, and can delete messages and leave no trace that they were ever there. Much more secure than say, Snapchat for example. Of course, if you’re the type that likes to save and re-read messages or look at photos then Signal won’t do, but if you want your privates to stay private, that’s an option.

So what do you think? Is a cellphone the ultimate modern sex toy where you can arouse a partner with just a few words sent from one screen to another? Or a suggestively naughty picture to their Snapchat? Have you used your cellphone to sext, share photos, or otherwise engage in sexual activity? If you haven’t done it, would you want to? There is a myriad of questions to be asked all ranging from the sexual nature of the communication, how the communication itself affects us, and how we can keep these communications private. The final take away that I hope my readers get from this piece is that using technology to spice up your sex life can be fun and exciting, but should be done in a way that protects both parties while still allowing them the freedom to explore themselves and their sexuality with their partners.

Wicked Wednesday 309 – Conviction – (I, Submissive)

 

We all have strong beliefs that shape us and make us into the person that we are. I strongly believe in being myself, whatever that means. In this particular instance though, I’m talking about sexual submission because that is a part of who I am. My submission is so much a part of me that I spent years feeling incomplete without it and struggling to understand why I felt like I needed it so much. I still struggle with they why of it sometimes.

But there’s something about service and submission that just does it for me. I crave that power exchange and while I have it in my life now, I am greedy and want even more of it. I don’t think I could do a Total Power Exchange 24/7 kind of D/s relationship. I do think I could use a bit more discipline and structure in my life and while I can be disciplined and make a schedule and whatnot on my own, that’s not the same as submitting to what someone else wants in regards to what I want or may not want. Like food. I have complicated issues with food. But if my partner and I are out and they order for me, even if they’ve consulted me about what I want, those issues vanish temporarily because it is OK for me to eat the food without feeling guilty because Sir says its OK.

There are so many things like that, that are part of my submission and I’m sure there are some that are as yet undiscovered. They’ll come in time as my submission improves and deepens and I become more in tune with what I want and need as a submissive. I’ve always felt that this was a lonely road to walk because I’ve never had people I could talk to about being submissive and what it means to them or to me. I could never open up to anyone about this side of my life because I simply didn’t know anyone who might even begin to understand. Now I’m learning that while the conversation would be nice, I don’t have to have it. I can explore my submission through writing or reflecting or even talking to my Sir. I’d still love to hear and learn from other submissives experiences because I think growth and change are an important part of leading one’s life, no matter how you choose to live it.

I think that my next goal in improving myself to be a better submissive will be to continue to work on learning to love my body just the way it is instead of the way I wish it was. Then when I am tied in ropes or left otherwise exposed I can focus on the event that is happening instead of wondering if the rope makes me look like a sausage about to burst from its casing or if my partner is repulsed by my rolls or my body as a whole. Logically, I know they aren’t. They show me every day that they think I’m beautiful just the way I am, but wrapping my mind around that one is hard. So here’s to pushing through that mental block, past those voices that whisper inside my head. Here’s to using these beliefs as a springboard to a better me.

Where will I go from here? Only time will tell, but I want to be a submissive that makes my Dominant proud. Proud to have me, proud to love me, proud that they have helped me become a better person through my submission. I, submissive, want to be good.

Wicked Wednesday 308 – Gina Drives Ashlee to Orgasm

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

 

Gina giggled nervously as Ashlee kissed her cheek and along the side of her neck. Her giggle was cut short as she felt Ashlee’s teeth scrape her skin gently. She’d never been with another woman and even though she and Ashlee had been dating for several months, they hadn’t made it “all the way” as the saying goes. But Gina had told Ashlee in no uncertain terms that she wanted this, she was ready for it finally.

They laid together in Ashlee’s bed both still wearing a bra and panties that matched their personalities. Gina was feminine and girly in purple satin and lace whereas Ashlee was sportier in simple black boy shorts and a plain bra. That didn’t stop Gina from telling her that she looked good enough to eat, then blushing furiously at her own words. The pair laughed and Ashlee reached for Gina, “You’re more than welcome to have a taste any time you like.” Gina playfully tugged at Ashlee’s long blonde braid and gave her a kiss, one that seemed deeper and full of meaning compared to the kisses they typically shared. Gina’s hands settled tentatively on Ashlee’s shoulders and Ashlee pressed closer causing Gina to slide her hands around Ashlee’s shoulders and run her fingers down her girlfriend’s back.

It was Ashlee’s turn to giggle at the almost feather light touch and Gina pulled her closer to simply enjoy the feeling of holding Ashlee without so much clothing in the way. The pair shared a gentle kiss that deepened into more until the women pulled apart, breathless. Ashlee sat up and did away with her bra and grinned at the slightly stunned look on Gina’s face. “You like?” “Oh my, yes. But you’ll have to tell me what you like Ash.” And Gina reached out a single finger tracing around one pert breast then the other. “Just touch me. Try things you think feel good.”

Gina stroked Ashlee’s skin round and round in circles, getting closer to her nipples with each pass. She varied them tempo and pressure of the circles and Ashlee just relaxed into the touch. With a final pass, Gina reached her lover’s nipples and gave them both a little pinch that made Ashlee gasp quietly. Gina liked the noise so she did it again, over and over until Ashlee was panting with desire. Gina had found Ashlee’s favorite erogenous zone, the one that really got her going in a matter of moments. Ash whimpered as Gina leaned over to flick her tongue first across one nipple then the other. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.” So Gina alternated licking and sucking and biting at Ashlee’s nipples listening to the noises she was eliciting and smiling when she saw Ashlee’s hand reach for her own panties. She helped Ashlee kick them off and then stopped to watch as the other woman teased her clit.

Ashlee was gentle with herself, rubbing the nub back and forth, for a moment before dipping her fingers into her pussy and spreading the wetness across her skin. Gina watched fascinated while Ashlee brought herself to orgasm. The movement of her fingers was hypnotizing and watching them slip inside of her made Gina want to touch too. She reached out tentatively and Ashlee’s wet fingers took hers; together four fingers slid back into Ashlee’s warm hole and Gina grinned with delight as her fingers moved back and forth, touching Ashlee as though she might break. Ashlee’s own fingers found their way back to her clit and she ran her free hand through Gina’s hair. “I like you touching me like that. If you go a little faster and harder I’ll come for you.”

Immediately Gina began to increase her movements wanting desperately to see an orgasm up close like this, wanting to feel Ashlee clench around her fingers, and then to lick them clean. As Gina fingered her girlfriend she reached again for her nipples and began to alternate pinching them back and forth until Ashlee abandoned her clit and took over pinching both nipples at the same time. Suddenly she trembled and swore and Gina pinched Ashlee’s clit the way she had been pinching her nipples. That was the edge and Ashlee fell over it, gushing against Gina’s fingers as she gradually slowed her paced and finally stopped altogether. She smiled at Ashlee and sucked her fingers into her mouth. “Mmmm. You taste good. Can I?” Ashlee grinned at Gina and pulled her close for a kiss. “In a bit my love, but first it’s my turn.”

Fearless Sexuality

In order to have sex fearlessly we must be willing to face the things that have shaped and will continue to shape our sex lives. This means facing up to bad experiences, trauma, and looking at our current relationship, both with our partner and with our own sexuality. Sometimes this may take therapy or counseling, particularly to handle bad experiences in relationships or trauma, especially that of a sexual nature.

Sometimes a bad experience can be something as simple as bad night of drunken sex (we won’t get into the implications of consent here), but other times it can be a series of bad sexual encounters, that aren’t specifically traumatic and we need to be able to look at those encounters and say, “OK, this was bad.” And then we must identify what was bad about it and work to change any bad or negative things, particularly if we are at fault. When we can examine our bad experiences and thus, ourselves, we can improve our sex lives simply through being.

Dealing with traumatic sexual experiences can be harder, simply because trauma itself can be difficult to process either alone or with the help of a therapist. But it can be done and if you want to improve your sex life, it needs to be done, for your well being at the very least. I know from my own past that confronting sexual trauma is hard and scary, but I also know that once I made an effort to try and work through it so I could move on, that my sex life and life in general would be better for me. And it was. I still struggle, I won’t deny that, but letting go of some of the fear associated with my sexual trauma was a way to let the healing process begin. I’ll never be completely over it I don’t think, but each day I am better than I was. I find more peace within myself and know more and more that it wasn’t my fault.

In examining a current relationship with a partner you have to look at the way you fit and work together and how compatible you are in a general sense and in bed. Sometimes people who are very different can have the strongest relationships, but if you have a severe mismatch in libido or other problems that you deem serious enough to negatively impact your relationship then those things should be discussed and hopefully compromised upon. And if your partner happens to be abusive and your reflection opens your eyes to that, then I urge you to get out before things escalate. I spent nearly a decade with an abusive man and still have the mental and emotional scars from dealing with it. Don’t be like me.

But, I feel like the most important part of being able to have sex without any fear is knowing our sexual selves. Whether that is through masturbation or meditation it is important to know who you are and what you want out of your sex life, otherwise it will simply be unfulfilled. You must be non-judgmental and be able to look clearly at yourself to know what makes you curious or playful (and playfulness in the bedroom is encouraged) what makes you excited or happy. There is no magic button or pill that will suddenly make you sexually aware of the self. It is something that begins to happen as we grow up and age, but even so our awareness of ourselves is ever changing and sometimes we may even lose sight of that awareness and become a null in a void for a time where it seems like sex or sexuality doesn’t exist. Finding your way out of that particular labyrinth takes fortitude and strength and again the ability to question yourself and be aware of who you are and what you want as you emerge from a void.

Only once you’ve begun to conquer these things and can live in the moment, laugh in the moment, and take joy in the little things can you truly begin to embrace having sex without fear. This is a path that many people follow intuitively because sex is such an integral part of our biology, but for those of us struggling with the issues I noted above it can be much harder to navigate our way through the quagmire that can be sex and relationships or just sex by itself because the subject becomes so conflated sometimes with gender and equality and the ideas of the patriarchy. Sex is yours, his, everyone’s. And yes, sex is power. It is energy. Use it wisely.