We're Back

Did you think I would never come back?

Fucking

Last night we went out and had a delicious meal of Moroccan food, complete with samovars and a live belly dancer. Later, we walked around in the night air and stopped into various stores, one of which was a really cool record shop where we looked at vinyl records and weird, underground posters for movies we'd only scarcely heard of. Later, we got a couple drinks from Starbuck's and read the local entertainment paper, side by side, as she sipped her caramel frappuccino and I sipped by double long espresso con panna.

We called for a cab and waited outside for five minutes or so, standing outside of a hardware store with her whole body buried against me, the top of her head just under my chin. We were pressed tightly together and she started to giggle. When I asked her what was up, she commented on being able to feel my semi-hard cock against her and how big it felt. I laughed, too, and told her to lift her face and kiss me. She did, laying her sweet coral lips against my own and making my blood race. I told her then to whisper something filthy in my ear. She obliged.
"I want you to take that huge cock and thrust it so deep into me that I can't breathe"

Hearing her soft whisper so close in my ear filled my erection with warm blood instantly and she began to press harder against it. We were rubbing and pressing like this as our taxi arrived and we climbed in. Once we were situated inside, we snuggled up close; she stroked me sweetly through my pants as I slipped my hand under her skirt and rubbed her through her panties. We traded kisses as the cab driver took us back to her place. It was a bumpy, jostling ride so we didn't really get as cozy as we probably would have liked.

We got home and there was a little delay before we went to the bedroom; a quick visit to the washroom, putting a bag away, feeding a cat... things of that kind. Then, only a few minutes later, we were on her bed together and I was laying her on her back, sliding her dress both down over her sweet breasts and up over her warm, damp pussy. We frequently indulge in surprisingly little foreplay, believe it or not; I had only just finished wiggling her out of the last of her clothes when I climbed onto her, locking my mouth on hers, and thrust into her -- a little at first and, as her face changed from red light to yellow and finally to green, I sank into her all the way up to my balls and her breath froze as she raked her nails over my ass and tipped her pubic bone up to me to rub and grind and press.

She starts climaxing almost immediately. She cries and gasps and screams as I thrust back and forth into her... sometimes pushing down so the length of my shaft rubs against her hard clit and sometimes lifting her legs and thrusting up into her so I can stroke her G spot. I can literally feel her getting wetter and wetter with every orgasm; becoming warmer and more yielding. I bite her neck fiercely and hold her arms over her head and my orgasm shakes my whole body as I press deeper into her... claiming her...

We had spoken several times about something we wanted to do when we were together next; for me to fuck her, ejaculate, allow myself to go soft and then wait with her until I am erect again and continue fucking without withdrawing myself from her. I suspected that the sensation of my cock swelling and hardening inside of her would be exciting and erotic, and I wanted to try that. As I was still throbbing and convulsing in her, spilling out tablespoons of semen deep inside her, she was still fucking me furiously while I was still hard. We were both slick with sweat and our skin was hot to the touch as we kissed and licked, painting each other with our mouths and lips.

She continued to fuck me, laying there on her back, pretty and sweet with her smooth, ivory body twisting and convulsing all over my (believe it or not) still-hard cock; pressing against to take me deeper and feel the blunt head stroking the sweet parts inside of her. I rose up on my arms and told her I wanted to see her rubbing her clit with her fingers while she fucked me and, as she did, her whole body locked like iron and I savored the view of her wild, soundless orgasms.

I did not, in fact, go soft inside of her. I stayed quite firm and rigid and was able to continue my strokes up into her body, reaching under to squeeze her ass and hold her still while I slammed roughly against her. She came and came as tears streamed down her face (taking her mascara with them) and, as she raked her nails over my nipples and cried "fuck your girl" into my ear, I came into her again. The second orgasm was a hard, sharp one that ripped through me and nearly made me black out. I don't know if it's the fact that I never actually went soft or if it was the ruthless, deep fucking, but when I came into her - filling her even more though my first load was still in her - it almost hurt. It was incredibly intense and heavenly and we were both so spent and exhausted after so much grinding, licking, pushing and coming.

We joined one another in the bath and relaxed there, talking and giggling a bit and holding hands and kissing, letting the warm water wash away the perspiration and traces of other fluids from our skin. She noticed as she got out of the tub, however, that all the ejaculate had drained out of her into the bath and that she smelled like semen once she got out. I found this to be both funny and sexy and entirely appropriate for the kind of night we had.

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The day went well. Very.

So well, in fact, that you get a photo.

Submissive Day

I am visiting my true love right now. So far it's going just beautifully.

Tomorrow is the day when she is going to be completely submissive and owned. It is the day when she does not speak and only does what I make her or tell her to do... the day when she cannot say no and may only carry out instructions as they are given, trusting only in me to tend to her needs and take care of her. I will wake her and feed her with my own fingers. I will bathe her myself as she is on her hands and knees in the tub, warm water all around her. I will keep her naked all day, save for the collar around her neck. She will be led on a leash from place to place and will be made to suck and lick me where I want as I want to be sucked and licked. I will fuck her at will and, once I've finished, take her onto my lap in a ball, kissing and holding her. I will groom her myself (including oiling her skin and shaving her legs and pussy) and brush her hair. I will dress her and, later that night, will take her out on the leash I showed you in an earlier link.

If anyone else has any ideas of ways to spend the day, I'd love to hear them.

Domming

The word "Domming" in and of itself is kind of an amusing word, as it's derived (as we know) from the word "dominate", but the transitive verb which is born from "dominate" is "dominating". "Domming" refers to something else... and that's what I want to talk about.

I dominate my love in many ways. Sexually, of course... sometimes in terms of day-to-day living. I will sometimes take her in my arms and hold her on my lap, curled up against me, making her feel protected and small and safe. This is a form of domination, even though there's no discipline, no servitude, no fucking. I take care of her, and she loves wearing my collar and being naked and vulnerable with me when I do. It establishes some roles and it definitely illustrates a power balance. It makes her happy. It makes me happy as well.

I do spank her at times and I do tie her up. Anyone who has read this blog knows what I do already so I won't reiterate it here.

The point I'm trying to make right now is that I have problems with the broadly-perceived definition of what "Domming" is. I believe it's far too narrow. I believe it's far too small-minded.

There are those who, when they learn a bit about my activities and the nature of my relationship with my sweetheart, actually "tsk tsk" me for making various kinds of mistakes. "A sub should never be allowed to do x, y and z" someone will explain to me sternly... or "You don't seem to be committed enough to being her Master," another will preach. There are those with ideas of what Domming looks like stuck in their heads and, for some reason, they feel it gives them the moral superiority to explain to me how it's done as if I'm some sort of padawan learner.

Here's the thing, everyone: I know how others do it. I've read plenty. I've seen plenty. I've even participated in a few things in my time. I know that there are "rules". I know that there are "standards". I know there's a so-called "community" which creates its own status quo. There are costumes and symbols and rituals and dogmas and all sorts of trappings which, somehow, elevate the average guy (like me) to the true position of "Dom" and make me legit in the eyes of all those people who don't know me personally and aren't invited into my bedroom.

If you are the sort who makes those things work for you, that's really great. I wouldn't want to take that away from you. Nor do I look down on it. But... that's not me. Ceremonies and rules aren't part of what I do with my sweet pet, and I'm completely uninterested in knowing whether or not my style of Domming works for others in the "community". It works for us. My approach and technique succeeds in letting her know that, a) she's loved, b) she's radiantly beautiful c) she belongs completely to me, body mind and heart, to do with as I please.

I consider that mission accomplished. And I did it without your help, thanks.

Fucking Right

Got my passport. Going to see my baby tomorrow. Taking her some in-bed reading material... a pair of soft, comfy, cotton jammies... and a new leather leash.

Seeya, everyone! Back May 3rd. I'll be sure to blog when I can...

Fool's Errand

So the last time I went to see my baby, I lost my photo identification. This sucks because I need it to travel. Without it, I can't get on a plane. We all know how it works since 911.

Ok, so here's the thing... I go to get a replacement from my birth certificate and then intend to use that to get a passport ASAP (a driver's license would also be fine, but it takes up to 20 days to replace). You can actually expedite the process by paying extra to have documents couriered from point A to point B and explaining that you are in great need (and paying more to get the documents done same-day). I thought it was going to be simple.

I was supposed to be with her over a 10 days ago. I'm still not there.

The birth certificate people didn't do the document right the first time and had to redo it. They then sent it to the passport office who refused it for some stupid reason they failed to tell me about on the phone. Then I had to get the birth certificate couriered again, but had to send it to a friend in a nearby major city because they couldn't promise overnight delivery to my small town. When that arrived I needed also to get proof of my flight to show the passport people that I had to haul ass, but the cost of the flight was more than I had (because of gas price hikes, all air travel has gone through the roof). So I got some money and got the ticket and got the birth certificate and got a temporary driver's license (also necessary for the passport) and then on Monday I will get the passport and on Tuesday I fly outta here.

Wish me luck. If just one thing goes wrong the whole house of cards comes falling down.

Habit Forming

"The only problem with that is that sperm can be habit-forming. Studies have shown that women who are exposed to one man's seminal fluids and then is no longer in contact with them often go into withdrawal and experience mild symptoms of depression."

I forget where I read this, but you gotta admit... science is awesome.