Girl Play

When Daddy came to visit he brought many of his toys with him. He brought two floggers, a crop, a tawse and El Jefe and Goddess. Not only did I get Daddy for a visit but they came out to see us at the same time. I was a lucky girl!

We all had a perfect weekend together. We visited and relaxed, we went out to eat and stayed in to cook. On Sunday night we had play time. Goddess likes a good flogging just as much as I do. Rather than her hubby beating her Daddy had other ideas.

"You're going to flog her Baby Girl." I looked around the room to each of them. Daddy said it very matter-of-factly. I had been talking about doing this. Looks like it was time to put up or shut up, ha!

Goddess stripped off her clothes and the men set up the table. We don't have a spanking bench here so at my house we use the kitchen table. Fortunately, Goddess is as tall as I am so it worked for her too. She had to spread her legs a bit which gave me more options to spank her.

Daddy gave me some instructions and told me her limits. I could not hit her on her back because of surgeries she's had. So I would focus my attention on her ass and thighs.

I began by caressing her. My fingers ran up her back and across her ass. She was beautiful laying there naked for me. Her skin was incredibly soft. Her sexy back and ass were mine to touch.

I put any nerves aside and began to decide how to do this. I had all Daddy's past play in my mind. I knew what felt good for me and Goddess is similar so I knew it was just a matter of me learning how to do it.

I began with the crop. It was the crop that feels less stingy than others so I knew it was a safe bet. I tapped her on the ass and thighs gauging the feel and her reactions. I began too light. I began to work a little harder with each round. I looked over at Daddy for reassurance. He used his hand to imitate a faster tapping. That's right, I thought, he does use fast light taps to warm the skin.

I changed my technique to continue faster as he had motioned. Then when her skin seemed warmer I gave her some heavier swats. She jumped with each one. How fun!

Now I picked up the small flogger that Daddy made for me. I wanted more control so I held it on the end rather than using the finger holds. I tested how to hit her ass at the right angle without sliding off. I kept flogging her…correcting my angle and hold when Daddy pointed it out. All the while I caressed her warm body while I flogged her. I was beginning to love this.

I raked my nails over her ass and thighs. I rubbed my hand up along her inner thigh. I knew Daddy would touch my pussy at this point because I'd be aching for it. I wanted to touch hers but didn't know how far I should go. She seemed to like all I was doing though I think I was too light in general. First time timidity, you know.

I moved to the heavy buffalo flogger. It packs quite a wallop. I had to learn how to flogg with such a heavy instrument. I loved it though. Daddy showed me how to stand and angle the falls across her ass. I loved the physicality of swinging that flogger. I loved the way it made Goddess jump and how her ass moved with the reverberation of the strike. That is so hot to watch.

I should have flogged her thighs more I realize now. Daddy had recently caned and tawsed my thighs and the memory of that pain made me shy away from inflicting the same on her. It was my first time flogging her, your understanding of a person grows each time.

I finished with the tawse. The two straps of leather with a space in-between makes for a stingy sensation. I only used this a bit but it brought out some nice red marks on her ass. Yay.

Afterwards, I ran my hands all over her back and ass. I caressed her hair and helped her up. I got yummy hugs from her and got to cuddle her on the couch. Yay for aftercare, my favorite!

Thank you Goddess for being my first real victim! ❤️❤️

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The Beatings will Continue until Morale Improves

Mr. D and I had a couples massage for a treat.  I had a woman who gave an incredibly deep massage.  My shoulders and upper back were quite sore when she was done.  She told me to let her know if she was hurting me, but when you’re supposed to be a masochist and your Dominant is lying next to you it feels pretty ridiculous to tell a short round woman, “Oh please stop, that hurts.”  She said I was a mess, I took her word for it and let her do her job.  

We stopped at Daddy’s favorite cigar bar and I met some friends of his. We enjoyed a few drinks and later arrived home.   We laid on the bed for a bit, we were nicely toasty by then. He told me to stay as he left the room so I took off my clothes and knelt in obeisance waiting for him.  When he returned he took my hand and led me to the spanking bench. 

I was so happy that he wanted impact play.  I love every expression of what he does to me.  I mount the bench and I am his. I am his willing plaything.  My hair falls over my face and I’m cocooned in the sensations he provides.  His voice caresses me while his instruments play across my body.

Many times it is impact play and other things as well.  He has tied me to the bench, he has facefucked me on the bench.  He has made me wear plugs and other inserted things.  This time though it was pure impact play.  

He used a feather duster to awaken my skin and tease my nerve endings. Then he used a long leather flogger to prime me.  I so love that flogger.  It is heavy yet he wields it in such a way that it can provide thuddy pleasure.  After he warmed me up with soft strokes he used this flogger to give me its bite and sting. I squirmed on the bench when he did this.  The bite of it makes me whimper and move away from it. But this warms my skin and makes me feel completely alive.   

He knows when I have reached my limit on one area of my body so he switches to another.  He used several different crops on my back.  With the soreness lingering from the massage I felt every biting smack of those crops.  It wasn’t a respite from the pain it just moved the playing field.  

“I want you to slip away and fly but I don’t think you will today.”  I wondered how he knew.  I felt languid and fully under his spell but he was right, I didn’t feel like I would go into subspace.  He switched to the heavy buffalo flogger.  This flogger is fairly new to us.  When he wields it the impact packs an intense wallop.  The sensation is very like being punched. Every strike to my ass jolts me forward on the bench and forces my voice and breath from me.  I hear myself grunting as the hit ricochets through me. I absolutely love it.  I feel every ounce of his power in those strikes.  I am putty under his punishing blows.   I want more, ever more.

Again he switched to something new.  He never rests from the onslaught but he is in my head.  He knows when to change rhythm, when to move from back to thighs to ass.  We are a matched pair dancing the timeless steps of the sadist and masochist.  He comes around to my face and holds a piece of leather to my lips.  “The one I made especially for you, slut.” It was the slapper he had fashioned himself.  I ran my lips over it, bit it lightly to feel it in my teeth. God, how I love this man. 

When he was done he told me, “Rise when you are ready.  Hold the sides and step down, one foot at a time.” I rose and was relieved I had listened to him and held on.  I was so limp I would have fallen.  I wasn’t in subspace all the way but I was certainly very deep into the sensations and experience. It took me time to come back together. 

“Look what you do to me.  I’ve been dripping the whole time.” I held his hand to steady myself and saw that his cock was hard and he was indeed dripping. I can’t tell you how much that thrills me.  To know that he clearly is very turned on by what we do gives me such a rush of joy. 

“Run your fingers up the base.” He’s teaching me how to milk him.  I put my fingers around the base of his cock and run them up the vein on the underside of him.  As they reach the tip, his come floods out if I’ve done it right. I took my prize and licked my fingers as he watched. 

Power Dynamic

Such is the rhythm of my life at the moment that I start to write and don’t get back to finish for weeks.  We have had a couple intense sessions recently but I can’t write them with enough details to do them justice. It begs the question, if kinky sex happens and no one writes a blog about it, did it happen at all?

I’m doing my best to write. Random stuff, unnecessary stuff, non-sexual, non-kinky stuff, because if I don’t I fear I’ll stop writing altogether. The most lifestyle related thing I’ve been doing lately is reading a book on the Master/slave dynamic called, Living M/s. What a great book. It is written in sections by a Master and a slave currently living a 24/7 power exchange relationship. So many things they talk about resonate with me.

I was trying to explain the book and my thoughts on it to Daddy. I’m not sure I did such a great job. One thing the slave talks about is how the power exchange in her vanilla relationships was always a problem. That there was always a faltering kind of competitiveness and resentments that would crop up over inconsequential things. This is absolutely what I had in my marriage. I couldn’t put a name to it for years, but there was always a constant tit-for-tat undercurrent in my first marriage. I’d make dinner and expect that he’d do the dishes. He wouldn’t. Then I’d get resentful. He’d ask me to do something for him and I’d feel put out and so I’d do it begrudgingly. He didn’t deserve my serving him because I was pissed about something else minor. 

After decades of this, I was inadvertently introduced to the D/s lifestyle. Everything I read about power exchange relationships made such incredible sense! Why guess and compete and struggle for who is in charge in a relationship? It’s so damned hard and so useless. I could immediately see the wisdom in choosing roles. When my mindset is to be his submissive, to serve and to put him before me in my considerations, life is good. I am at peace. I am filled with contentment.

Daddy wrote up a contract for me to agree to before we began on our journey together. I’ll have to share it at some point. One of his desires was to have me submit in private but for us to be equals in public. Honestly, I think about this a lot. I continue to want to push deeper and deeper into this lifestyle. Even right now, while we’re mainly living a vanilla life, stressed and struggling our way through major life changes, I feel myself on this ever present quest to get back to what is deeper, to submit more, to have my whole being committed to him in this power play. But is that what he wants? Would I want to give up power completely or more than I can imagine now?  

I know a few things so far.  When I am conscious of the power dynamic, I am alive.  I feel connected to him. I feel the raw, sexual energy flowing between us. When I don’t feel it, I falter.

Nox

Nox texted me that he had the afternoon free.  If we were going to play it was now.  Immediately, I was a bundle of nerves.  I hadn’t played with him since before Mr. D became my life.  Actually, it had been years.  I’d seen him and Ren many times over those years but it was always platonic.  Over the summer they had game night at their house.  They both teased me then and I played a little grab ass in the kitchen with Nox.  Innocent fun but that’s what started this up again after all.

I have a unique relationship with them as a couple. Ren is incredibly sexual.  Her Cuckquean kink drives a lot of this play.  I mentioned before that one of my favorite parts about playing with them before was my communication with her. She would text me about being horny. Then I would start telling her how hot her husband was and how much I wanted him.  After a while of this back and forth, she’d be so wound up she’d go fuck him silly.  That was the best.  It was like pulling the string on a spinning top. She says I like the power.  Maybe I do but to me it’s a way of serving their dynamic.  It puts me where I love to be, instilling passion and excitement in others.

So, I texted Ren that I was going to have a hot lunch fuck with her husband and I left work to meet him.  Daddy had given me permission to play.  This would be the first time either of us would take advantage of the openness of our relationship. I have always been in monogamous relationships. A big part of my butterflies was this. I didn’t text Daddy that I was playing.  I wanted to tell him in person and I was seeing him the next night.  I didn’t want to be in the middle of play and him feeling whatever he was going to feel from this.  I wanted to share that with him in person.

With both Nox’s partner and mine on my mind, I knocked on his door.  He had said the door would be unlocked, friends don’t have to knock.  But the door was locked.  I was smiling when he opened it. “After all that, I had the door locked?” He smiled a crooked smile.

“Looks like it.” I said, as he pulled me into the kitchen and kissed me.  I kissed him in return and put my arms around him.  I remembered his super soft kisses then.  My eyes opened a moment and I smiled up to him.  I remembered this.  He is a longtime friend now, nothing to feel nervous about.  My hands began to feel his body and after more kissing they drifted down to his crotch.  Surprisingly, his cock was poking out of the front of his sweatpants.  I took ahold of it. I massaged his member and thought of the difference between him and Mr. D.  I thought of how I watched his wife give him head.  She had such a seductive way of giving head, full eye contact. 

He took my other hand and led the way to the bedroom.  He said the usual things you’d expect from a husband, excuse the mess, etc. Once in the bedroom I began taking off my clothing while he had gone back out for a glass of water.  When he returned I was half undressed.  “Good girl.” He said.  I know nudity is his favorite thing.  Once, he made me strip on his doorstep and then knock to come in.  Good times.

He told me to lay on the bed and then he laid completely on top of me, his body pressing me into the mattress.  “Are you cold?” He asked as his hand caressed my hip.

“No, I’m fine.” I replied. I had been cold when I first undressed but I wasn’t now with the body contact.

“Good.  Well, you do have a full man blanket on you.”  We laughed. “My daughter always asks me why I’m so warm.” Men always seem to run warmer than women but I was smiling at the cute pillow talk.  Then he kissed me again and the atmosphere changed.  He moved his hands to my breasts and pinched and rolled my nipples in between his fingers. He pulled them and pinched them harder. I began to pant at the feelings of pleasure and a little pain.  He used his elbow and forearm to pin my neck to the bed while he continued the onslaught. I got wet quickly from his treatment of my breasts and from being pinned down.  He put his hands around my neck and looked into my eyes, “I want to taste you.” You can do whatever you want after that, I thought to myself.

He traveled down my body until he was between my legs.  His fingers pushed up against my sex and slid inside me easily.  “Wet girl, mmm nice.” He said. He began to fuck me with his fingers and eventually after he had me squirming he bent his head to taste me.  His tongue sent me further into abandon. With his fingers still working inside me he bit me on the thigh hard.  That was new.  I was shocked and yet it was erotic.  I kept thinking, that’s going to leave a mark, wonder what Daddy will think about that?

He got me very turned on.  I started moaning.  I thought about how his wife loved to hear the sounds I make.  I wondered if he was taping this for her.

He rose and got on top of me.  He rubbed his cock over my mound several times, teasing. “Our rules are condoms, right?” I nodded, that was what we agreed. “For vaginal and anal sex?”

“Yes.” I replied.  Nox sometimes had difficulty staying hard with me.  We worked through it years before and found that it was a mental block having to do with the perceived cheating of the their kink. Condoms don’t help but that was Daddy’s rule and I was sticking to it. We’d figure it out.  Safety is important.

“I want you to pleasure me now.” He said. So, we traded places and I took him in my mouth.  I used the techniques Daddy taught me and took him in deeply. I pulled him into my throat and worked him slowly as I had been taught.  “Wow, I didn’t remember how good you were.” I had been completely different before.  Daddy has been training me.  I was so proud right then.

Nox told me he wanted to have anal sex with me.  We had done that before many years back. “Turn over.” He said. Then he got up and found a butt plug he has.  It is a small one which is good because Daddy had used me just days before and it had been an intense and thorough reaming.  I was still sore.  I almost begged out of it but I thought I’d let him try. I didn’t want to ruin the fun the first time out.   He played with my ass and lubed the area.  I really was sore but a lot of times the soreness goes away after a bit. He put in the plug then he began to play with my pussy while I was face down.  He kept pushing his fingers inside me until I was so worked up and needy. 

He put on a condom and I knew he was ready to start. He pulled the plug out and pushed himself against my backdoor.  He wasn’t ready enough.  You have to be really hard to get past the sphincter.  I was relieved.  I had been close to calling him off. He had me flip over and stroke him until he was really hard.

He said, “I’m going to fuck you now.” I nodded.  He pushed into me and I raised my legs up. We were face to face.  He talked to me while he fucked me. “I like that you are our friend.  I like that you are safe company in our vanilla life and can hang out with anyone.” All the while he thrust into me. “I like that we can invite you to dinner and I could make some excuse and take you into a room away from the other guests and do dirty things to you.” His words and his movements were making me pant.  “I like that you’re a kinky  girl. I like that we can trust you.”  Then he thrust harder and more swiftly. Shortly he said,”I’m going to come now.” 

He had such control to say it so matter-of-factly and when I said okay he came.  He comes in a really hot way.  He shudders and then he is completely taken away by the shuddering sensations of coming. He comes for a long time.  It is very fun to be a part of that.

Afterwards, we got dressed and spent a little time talking about life and kids.  Then I went back to work.  What a very hot lunch session!

Play Partners

I have written about Mr. D and I choosing to be in an open relationship.  I’ve also written about our play sessions with friends together.  Now, I will tell you about my new play partners. They are actually past play partners that I’ve reconnected with recently.  Ren and Nox introduced me to lifestyle play.  I had set up an account on Fetlife and met Ren at the first munch I had the bravery to attend.  After that munch I went back to my normal vanilla life as a single mom.  

A year later I got an email from Ren asking if I’d like to go out to lunch and meet her boyfriend. I was really excited.  I remembered her from the munch. We had been the first two people there so had talked a lot.  I hadn’t heard from her at all since then so you’d think I’d have my radar up for a reason why she contacted me again after a year but I didn’t.

I met her and her new boyfriend at a diner.  We had a fun lunch talking about kink and what we all wanted in our kinky lives.  I loved it.  It was a taste of a life I really wanted but hadn’t experienced yet. After hugging them both and saying goodbye I walked back to work.  When I was back at my desk I got a text from her.  She asked, “So can we flirt with you now?” Finally, it occurred to me that they had a motive in mind for meeting with me. And that was the start of about a year of exploring a threesome with them.

During that year, we all learned a lot about each other’s kinks, likes, dislikes, jealousies and triggers.  We had an amazing first play session and I got to kiss and touch a woman. She was so soft!  I had no idea women felt like that.  That night I got to finger her to an orgasm while her boyfriend whispered in her ear. We made her come together and that was super hot.

After a while Ren narrowed in on her specific kink.  She got off on having her boyfriend cheat on her with her permission.  She learned that she was a Cuckquean, someone who gets turned on watching their spouse have sex with others.  So, our play changed to me being just with Nox.  I would go to their home or he would come to mine.  Ren would listen in, or sneak back in the house to watch or we would tape our sessions for her to listen.

The best part of our play was the connection she and I had.  She would text me and ask leading questions about her man.  I’d tell her how hot he was and that I couldn’t wait to fuck him.  Then she’d get fired up and go attack him.  It was awesome.  I loved that part.

Nox and I had several very hot sessions. Eventually, it got very hard to deal with all the emotional ups and downs of Ren’s kink.  I was their first play partner and it was hurting her to experience the cheating even though it was consensual and all related to her kink.  This is part of the edge of edge play.  It is only an edge because there is reality at the base of it.  Ren had been cheated on several times in past relationships. Nox had cheated in his first marriage.  It was a lot for me for my first time being a part of someone else’s kink.

Eventually, they found many other play partners and it didn’t feel safe to me, so I moved on.  The nice thing though is that we stayed friends.  I went to their wedding and was there when she got pregnant with their baby.  It’s pretty great.

So now, after many years we are much more relaxed with each other.  We had dinner a couple times during the summer and reconnected.  Ren sang at my mother’s funeral which touched me deeply.

Recently, we started talking about playing again.  I talked with Mr. D about it and he set down rules and approved of me playing with them as long as it was safe and condoms were used.

Granted, this is the first time I would play with someone else. I’ve never been in an open relationship before.  I knew he said okay but how was this going to work?  I realized the only way I’d find out was to do it.