Consent

During our time in Cancun we were with our kinky family and their vanilla family. So, with several non-kink folks around, we had to be careful how we behaved.  We didn’t want Goddess and El Jefe’s non-kinky family to be in any uncomfortable situations. 

There were a couple times where the lines blurred a bit.  One occasion ended up being very funny while another gave me pause. 

One morning Daddy took out the flogger, a crop and the slapper he made for me.  He bent me over the bed and gave me a small taste of a spanking.  It was a short tease meant to be the precursor for fun later. Afterwards, he left the implements on the bed. We didn’t think anything of it and went to lunch. Later in the day, when we were all sharing our pool, a couple that was part of the group chose to go back to their room through ours. 

“What are those?!?” The woman asked.  She had several vodkas in her already and she wasn’t shy. Her man was right behind her and chuckled.

“Those are toys for sex Hon.” She grabbed his hand and fell back into him as if for protection.  She looked confused. Mr. D began to explain to her and I tried to help.  El Jefe walked up behind this tableau and thought he could help too.  It probably didn’t help that all involved were plenty inebriated. 

“Honest Darling, the women who they use these on like it.  You might even like it.  You’d be surprised.” Her boyfriend trying to help.

“I like it.  It’s completely safe and you talk about it all beforehand.” Me trying to be helpful.

Mr. D tried to explain the roles and reasons of the lifestyle which would have been great had she not been so drunk and had El Jefe not decided to pick up the flogger.  He proceeded to whip the back of the couch with gusto as his friend (the woman) watched him in abject horror. Her boyfriend made the wise move to take her out of the situation. 

Later, when they were sober, she told us she understood but it wasn’t her thing.  No kidding!

The other event that happened was me asking Daddy to stop doing something that made me uncomfortable. I felt really bad asking him to stop something twice and it still doesn’t set well with me but as I think about it now I still would have asked to stop.

On the way back from the bachelor party (six of us went) Daddy and I were in the last row of a mini van taxi together.  He had me spread my legs so that he could play with my clit while the rest of the group was talking away in the first two rows.  One of the guys in the next row was watching me. His line of vision was straight toward me which gave him a view right up my skirt. He was drunk and it was dark so the view probably wasn’t what I thought but I felt very uncomfortable.  He wasn’t someone I’d ever play with and the thought of being the show for him freaked me out. 

The same thing with a different circumstance happened the next day.  El Jefe and Goddess were having room service in our room the next morning.  They had been tense with each other over pre-wedding stresses and had just ironed things out.  Daddy and I were lying on our bed because it was a comfortable spot and gave them space.  Daddy put his hand up my skirt and began to play with me but I just couldn’t. I wouldn’t normally mind in front of them but the tone was way off and it felt intrusive.  

Both times I asked Daddy to stop but they were for different reasons having to do with consent.  The first was my own consent and in the second I felt like I was speaking up for the consent of others. Would they have cared? In both cases, probably not. The random guy would have probably watched eagerly and El Jefe and Goddess would have taken it in stride even though it was a bad time.  Still, I needed the comfort level and it wasn’t there for me. 

Would I have continued if Daddy had forced the issue, yes I would have.  Did I do the right thing? I really don’t know. Daddy made an offhanded comment later about me not letting him have his way.  I felt really bad once I figured out what he was referencing. 

Exhibitionism is becoming more and more of a turn-on for me. But I need to know that the people watching have consented to it and really want to watch otherwise I worry so much about them and what they think that it throws me completely out of the right headspace. 

I should be leaving this worry to my Dominant shouldn’t I? I know it’s edge play and I should let him find the edge.  I need to learn how better to let my dominant lead in these situations. 

Exposed

The first night in Cancun, Mr. D greeted me at the door of the hotel.  I came in on a later flight and took a shuttle to the hotel.  

As we sat with the Concierge to get my key to our room, Mr. D told me, “I am a little drunk.  I got El Jefe drunk at the swim-up pool bar today.  I am sunburnt and we made ALL the friends.” That’s my man.  One day in Cancun and he made friends with everyone and trashed himself and his best friend.  Love him!  He is all out sometimes and I love that about him. 


He walked me to our room showing me the hotel and then opening the door to our perfect oasis for the week.  The room was a vision in tropical white. White linens, white leather couches, white bar and white curtains.  The room had a patio out to the pool, a sauna tub and the shower I already mentioned.  The bar was a full bar.  


It was magical and we had it all to ourselves for a full week.  Life was good! It was late but I was hungry from a long day of travel. We ordered room service for me then relaxed on the bed. One thing led to another and Daddy soon had his face buried in my crotch.  We hadn’t seen each other in a month. He had me so turned on.  At about the point I was writhing on the bed he crawled up to whisper in my ear, his hand taking over where his mouth had been. 

“I want to fuck my slut but room service is coming soon. Maybe I’ll have my little whore answer the door naked.” I moaned as he made me hotter and wetter with his hands and his taunts. 

“Yes, I think I will have you answer the door just like this.  Or maybe,” He pulled his shorts down then and took out his cock. “I’ll make you walk to the door with my cum dripping out of you like a dirty whore should.”  With that he fucked me hard and fast all the while my mind is reeling from the thought of exposing myself to the room service guy soon to arrive on our doorstep. Daddy knows how to twist me up so tightly.

I shuddered with the pleasure of his cock pounding me. I looked into his slightly drunken eyes and thought he might be drunk enough to make me do it.  Would I answer the door naked and used? The unanswered question plunked around in my head as he fucked me.

Then, the knock came at the door. I’m sure my eyes widened as round as saucers.  Daddy pulled his cock out of me and pulled up his shorts. “Don’t move.” He said. His voice hard as nails.  I thought, he’s going to bring the guy into the room while I’m naked on the bed. I knew I couldn’t move but at the last second threw the sheet over my bare ass so I was partially covered. 

Daddy walked back into the room alone with a tray of food. I breathed a sigh of relief until, “I didn’t say you could cover yourself.” Damn, caught.

Soon, I was on the ottoman at the end of the bed and he finished fucking me in that position.  We love ottomans. So, that was my welcome to Mexico.

Vacation…soon

Hey lovelies.  I’ve wanted to write all week but what to write about?  Daddy is in another state not sleeping much.  I’m here with a teen going through major emotional upheaval.  Not exactly a hotbed of BDSM. 

We are going on vacation next week, yay.  Our best friends El Jefe and Goddess are getting married again. They have been hitched for 10 years but never did all the fun and fancy until now.  So off we all go to Cancun.  Whoop! 

They have their families along so I don’t think it’ll be all naked fun all the time but we’ll squeeze some fun in I’m sure.  Mr. D and I will have 7 blessedly sinful days together.  Ahhhh.  I will keep you posted. 

Poly Play – Part Two

I’m told I’m a tease to leave Poly Play just sitting out there without wrapping up the story.  What can I say, I’m a cock tease, but I always come through with the goods. 😜

There wasn’t much left to the story but it seemed more than could be told in one telling.  I never saw it but Coupe and Lady got hot and heavy on the chaise lounge after we vacated it.  Damn, I miss all the good stuff.  I’d have paid good money to see that.  

After kissing El Jefe and coming over to Daddy to see if he approved of all I had done, I didn’t see much else.  I was still wondering how Coupe was taking all this.  Even though I’m quite timid myself sometimes, I worried about how he was taking this initial foray into Poly life.  

Daddy pointed in front of him and put a pillow down for me to kneel. He pulled his shorts down and commanded me to suck.  I was at once thankful to be given this duty and relieved that I would be occupied with something that kept me from view.  I was feeling overwhelmed by it all and suddenly shy.  I took his cock in my mouth and wrapped my arms around his legs.  My face was completely hidden by his thighs and my hair. Blessed anonymity, I love you so.

Apparently, while I was going down on Daddy, Coupe was also getting a blowjob right behind me on the chaise. I saw and heard nothing. Goddess and El Jefe were on the couch next to us basking in the glow of their experience. 

Goddess leaned over and gave Daddy a kiss.  After a while of me going down on him, he chose for me to stop.  I came up for air and joined the conversation with El Jefe and Goddess. Coupe and Lady and disappeared to their room.  Later, Lady told us she had taken Coupe to the room for a proper fucking.  

As the four of us were talking, Coupe and Lady came to the sliding glass door naked and made faces at us through the glass. Coupe pressed his naked ass to the steamy glass and what a cute, tight, young ass it was too.  I had never seen him naked before.  Seems I missed quite a lot while I was face down in Daddy’s lap. 

Daddy took me into our room and fucked me hard. His hand on my neck, his voice whispering to me that I was his.  I was his slut, his slave, his whore.  Damn that gets me twisted up in such an incredible fervor.

Later in the afternoon, I was on the couch with Lady.  I think everyone was having snacks at that point.  After all the sex and alcohol, everyone was hungry.  I had my head on Lady’s lap.  She was whispering things to me as the others talked and ate. I was still in a bit of a stupor from the day. 

“You love being watched.  You love being the center of attention.  You little tease, you love us watching you and seeing you on display. You perform for us and we want to see what you do.” As she whispered such provocative things in my ear I wondered about them.  Do I? Do I love being watched? Am I hungry for that kind of attention? I honestly didn’t know if she was reading me or talking about her desire to watch. I had only been a helper in the events of that particular day.  I was not at all the center of things.  Goddess and El Jefe were the birthday pair and we treated them thusly.  In my drunken musings as I listened to Lady’s words I wondered about what I was and what I wanted to be.  Food for thought, anyway.

Tits

After the mad melee of Goddess yanking off my bikini top in the pool and with my bikini straps now well and double-tied, Daddy felt it was safe to leave me alone in the pool again with the girls. 

Daddy was in the hot tub and the other men were talking amongst themselves. The girls were still soaking in the pool. Goddess had calmed down and I had a buzz.  Things were equaling out.

You will need a little background for this story.  Painted Lady is the epitome of a lady.  She has a regal quality to her.  She strikes you as above the crowd and somewhat aloof when you first meet her.  But the more I have gotten to know her, the more I see how down to earth she can be.  I love her sense of humor and her openness. She works to broaden her experiences and her sexual knowledge.  I admire her for that.

One thing I heard when I first met her was that she does not tolerate certain words being used. We all have trigger words.  One of hers is tits.  Don’t tell her she has lovely skin and don’t use the word tits.  You’d think it would be an easy enough rule.  But in this group, for some reason, it seems to be immeasurably hard.  

Most of the time it is people poking fun.  If no one knew she had an aversion to the word, I doubt it would be used 1/10 as much.  By it’s such a fun word! Jugs denote large ones, breasts are so vanilla in tone, mammaries are too scientific, but tits or titties are so much more descriptive. They sound so cute and perky to me.  To Painted Lady though, the word sounds vulgar.

On the drive down, Painted Lady had control of the music.  We listened to some great music all the way to Mexico.  At one point, she put on a rap song. “Oh here is my only rap song, you’ll love it.” She says. It starts and two phrases in the rapper says tits. Goddess and I were shocked.

“He said tits!” Goddess said, as we both waited for Painted Lady to respond. 

“Well, I like the song and I’m growing.” She said.  We had talked earlier in the drive about growth and becoming more comfortable in our own skin. 

“Oh good, then I can say tits finally.” Goddess said.

Painted Lady made a generally acquiescent sound.  “I think I can handle it now.” She said. I was impressed.  She was going to allow it.  

Goddess took it for carte blanche and sang with gusto, “Tits, tits, titties, titties, tatas, titties, tits!” 

“I take it back! Stop that right now!” Painted Lady said.  And just as soon as we had open permission it was taken away. 

“Aw, you went and overused our free pass.” I joked.  I was laughing in the back seat.  I love these girls. We have endless fun together. 

So, back in the pool, we were talking and tipsy.  The subject of breasts came up again.  I can’t remember why. 

I think I said to them, “I’ll show you my boobs whenever you like.  I just didn’t want to flash the entire pool.” Goddess said something about tits and we were off again with Painted Lady grumbling about the word. 

Then her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “How about this, if I say that word…”

“What, tits?” Asked Goddess, knowing damned well that’s what Painted Lady meant. I could see her eyes twinkle with mischief as she said it.

“Yes.” Painted Lady said with exasperation. “I’ll say that word if you each show me yours when I say it.”

Goddess seemed ready to do what it took to get Painted Lady to do the unthinkable.  I was along for the ride.  We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Alright.”

Painted Lady pointed her finger at each of our breasts one by one as she said, “Tits, tits, tits, tits. There, that’s four times. I get to see them all for that.”

Goddess and I dutifully flashed Painted Lady our tits.  Then she quickly repeated the game. “Tit, titty, tit, tits. Again!” She was really warming to this game now. We flashed her again and again.  Painted Lady got her money’s worth that day for putting aside her dislike of that word. 

Pool Time

We joined our friends, our lifestyle family, for a trip to Mexico to celebrate El Jefe’s 50th birthday this weekend.  We went to a resort town and rented an amazing penthouse suite with three rooms for the three couples.  The pool at the resort has a swim-up bar.  It is mainly an Adults Only pool.  We love going to that pool bar.  We can spend the afternoon getting tipsy and enjoying the sun. 

Our first full day in Mexico started with breakfast sandwiches in the penthouse then we went into town to shop.  We parked where a smiling fellow ushered our car in. “Come back to me when you are done shopping, I am Jose.  Remember, Jose Cuervo!”  We laughed and went off to check out the shops.

We walked on the boardwalk with all the vendors trying to sell us their wares.  The other restaurant hawkers were also out in abundance trying to lure us into their restaurants like Jose Cuervo had.  We bought drinks from one and had them while shopping. 

Finally, we made our way back to Jose and had a fantastic lunch overlooking the ocean. It was as humid there as in the tropics.  The sultry weather added to the ambiance and the physical aspect of the day.  We drank Pina Coladas and ate ceviche, tacos, fajitas, shrimp and steak. It was decadent.

When we got back to the hotel everyone was ready for a swim. We changed into suits and headed down to the pool.  We brought drinks with us and started with those.  Soon though, we had to order from the bar because it was happy hour for a short time. We had missed most of it already.

Daddy was under strict orders from El Jefe that we were to get his wife Goddess good and tipsy.  For his birthday trip, he wanted her uninhibited and when she is inebriated she is much more her happy, horny, kinky self.  But then, so are most of us, right? Right.

So, Daddy brought me two happy hour drinks while El Jefe brought Goddess hers. “Drink up baby girl.” Daddy said. I was completely stuffed full of that fabulous lunch and had no room but I did as told and downed the first drink while Goddess drank hers.

As I drank, we all talked and carried on in the pool.  Daddy pinned me to the wall of the pool and kissed me with all his depths of passion.  I was weak with the need of him.  His hand rubbed my crotch through my bikini bottoms.  I shuddered and looked up to him with hunger. He pulled aside my bikini and rubbed my clit.  I held onto him tightly.  He was driving me wild with the heat of such contact.  I wanted him badly. 

The rest of the group were right there chatting and bantering away with us and other pool goers.  It was surreal to be overtaken by Daddy’s presence and then to realize, when I returned to my senses, that our whole group was right there talking away like nothing had happened.  Did anyone notice I had suddenly lost my ability to talk?  I suppose not or they knew and just enjoyed his company while he drove me mad in his arms. 

He pushed another drink in my hand, “Drink up, you’re falling behind.” I balked.  I was still so full, there was just no room in me. 

“Yeah, drink up bitch!” Goddess said, very tongue-in-cheek. She wouldn’t actually call me a bitch and mean it seriously.  Goddess, Painted Lady and I can talk like that to each other for the pure fun of it.  Right about then, though, Goddess was also feeling the affects of a pot brownie she had eaten.  She has some serious medical issues that enable her to have them legally.  The combination of that and the drinks made her quite fun, assertive and horny.   I took a sip or two of my drink, enough to appease her and Daddy.

I was praying the food would digest before too long and I could keep up.  I wanted to be in the same place as her and Painted Lady but I just wasn’t there yet.  I was uncomfortably stuffed and feeling pressed to keep up.  I wasn’t drunk at all as a result.  Painted Lady wrapped her arms around Goddess and I and pulled us into the middle of the pool while the men left to smoke cigars.  Cigars take a while so I hoped I’d have myself together by the time they got back. 

Painted Lady and Goddess kept the pressure on though.  Goddess was feeling no pain and wanted company.  Painted Lady was helping her push the alcohol for the fun of it.  “Come on now, you are a whole drink behind, what would Daddy say?” She jibed.  No one but me calls him Daddy usually.  She was working me by using my dynamic against me.  Mr. D treats me as an equal in public and with them.  Our dynamic is more a curiosity than something they actually see in action.  Still, they knew he had given an order.

I took a half hearted sip. “Come on,” Goddess said. “You aren’t even trying.  Daddy said to drink up!” At that point, even in all good fun, I had had about all I wanted of getting pushed to drink. 

“Well, Daddy’s not here right now!” I said, even before I realized I had formed the thought. You know how you can say something in the heat of the moment and even as the words are floating in a thought bubble above your head you want to take them back?  Yeah, it was like that. 

“Oooooo, I’m going to tell him you said that! You are going to be in soooo much trouble!” And even as Goddesss teased and I laughed off her taunts, I felt my heart sink. How had I gotten here to this moment of blatant defiance?  I wasn’t trying to defy Daddy.  I just wanted the pressure off.  

Fortunately, things turned around.  My stomach began to loosen its death grip on the food.  The three of us girls drifted into conversations with other people at the bar and we had great fun talking and laughing. When the men returned they joined us and we talked and played some more.

Goddess wasn’t done with me quite yet.  She was still high and very playful.  She grabbed the strings of my bikini top and pulled.  As I turned away, my breasts popped free of the suit.  I quickly gripped the material to my chest.  What started as a tease ended up being an all out battle in the middle of the pool.  Goddess grabbing any stray bit of bikini to pull the strings free and me trying to escape certain exposure.  

The boys and Painted Lady surrounded us to either protect the melee from being broken up by management, block the view of random onlookers or to be part of the action, I really couldn’t say who played what part.  Daddy ended up saving me and tying my suit back on me. He could see I wasn’t ready for full public exposure against my wishes.  Daddy is truly a protector at the best of times.  I love him for that.

Hotel Play

A couple weeks ago we stayed at a hotel down in San Diego to visit some friends.  Mr. D brought his toy bag so we could play in the room after we were done visiting. Once it was dark, he turned off all the lights in the room so we couldn’t be seen from outside the room.  He opened the balcony door and said, “Put your hands on the bannister.” I was naked and as I reached out to grab the bannister, I could see down to the pool 15 floors below.  I was grateful there wasn’t anyone done there.  Daddy is the exhibitionist, not me. Well, sometimes, but right then I had a ball of nerves in my stomach as I looked out at the view.  Who was out there?  What could they see?  My feet were inside on the carpet as Daddy commanded so my back was completely horizontal with my breasts swaying in the cool air.  He began to warm me up with the flogger on the back of my thighs.  The stance was just wide enough to be outside of comfortable.  The slider tacks were hard on my feet so that wasn’t changing.  Daddy checked in with me when he noticed me fidgeting.

We tried a couple adjustments but nothing worked.  “Come on in.” He said and I breathed a sigh of relief.  No more balcony tonight.  He put the hotel’s wing chair in front of the window.  “Kneel.” I mounted the chair on my knees.  My arms braced on the arm rests with my feet and my ass hanging off the chair.  This was perfect.  “Damn, you are hot as fuck.” I heard him say.  I love how he admires and appreciates my curves. He began flogging me again.  The sting of the falls bit into my skin and I flinched.  I could feel the wind from the flogger swish over me right before each contact.  I moaned and winced but did my best to fall into the rhythm.

He stopped flogging me and his hand caressed my ass.  His fingers reached underneath me and pushed into my pussy.  He worked them deep inside and my wetness flowed.  He pushed himself up against my body and his cock nosed my pussy and asshole.  The height of the chair was challenging for this.  He fucked mey pussy for a few strokes but the angle kept getting in our way.  I was trapped by the limits of the chair so there wasn’t much I could do to help.  He returned to flogging me. There were several glancing blows to my ass and then he landed some solid hits to my hips on each side.  The sting and the following heat warmed me.  In this position, I gripped the armrests tightly and arched my back more as he beat me.  He worked the flogger up my back and the hits got harder and more stingy.

We had visited a sex store in the area that afternoon and Daddy purchased a new toy.  It has dozens of silicon strings as falls that are bound to a handle.  He decided to try out his new toy.  He paused and picked up the toy.  At first, it was silky and felt ticklish as the silicon raked across my skin.  Then he picked up the pace and the stingy sensations came in.  We both liked the new toy.  He said it wasn’t as flexible as the old whippy toy that it replaced but we were still happy with it.

When he released me from the chair, I rose slowly.  That position of kneeling for a while had put my feet to sleep so I moved gingerly to the bed.  When I laid down I could feel all sorts of pin pricks in my back and my ass.  Daddy had done quite a job on me…even more than I realized.  He mounted the bed between my legs.  I wanted him very much.  When he stopped to bury his face in my pussy, I was torn.  I wanted cock.  I was hot and ready for it. But then his tongue went to work.  I jumped out of my skin, the feelings he gave me were so intense.  I clawed at his back as the intensity of his mouth on my clit grew.  Soon, I was begging him.  “Please Daddy, please fuck me.” I wanted him buried in me.  He let me wallow in need a while longer then finally put his full weight on me.  I was so ready.

I was beyond needy for him at that point. But he wasn’t putting it in. “I can’t, I’m not ready.” My hands were caressing him.  My body arching towards him yet still he wasn’t entering me.  I hadn’t heard him. I looked up at him.  “I’m not hard baby girl.”  Finally, it sunk in.  For whatever reason, he wasn’t ready.  When he first said something, I thought he was teasing me and didn’t pay attention.  He had been ribbing me and teasing me all day with word riddles and I thought he was doing that again.

“Sweetie, we go through a huge range of emotions in every session.” We do.  Every session we have is intense in different ways.  Tonight, his ebb and flow was different than normal.  We stopped and took a breath for a very few minutes.  He stayed between my legs and we kissed.  I was about to change position when he pinned me to the bed.

“Stay right there.” Just as suddenly as we had stopped, we started again.  In that short period of a breath, he was back in the game.  He thrust inside me and I wrapped my legs around him.  The tingles of pain from the flogging added to the sensations he gave me while fucking me.  Afterwards, he made me turn over so he could see his handy work.  There were some pretty good marks on my ass.

Play can be amazing even if you have a few foibles during the course of the evening.  We’re human.  As long as we both have a sense of humor and relax, it is fun no matter what happens.  I do my best to write the truth.  I’m writing our sexual lives, not erotica. I hope you enjoy our fun and maybe learn from our trials.  I know I do.