Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Exposed

Master believes I have an exhibitionist bent and he is probably right.  I’ve read where people get off on exhibitionism because the risk of getting caught is a thrill and adds to the thrill.  For me, the risk of getting caught actually negatively impacts my turn-on.  I become completely focused on what’s going on around me and I can’t think of anything let alone being aroused.  However, I do like the thrill of doing something naughty in a calculated and safe situation.  From my blog last summer, you may recall Master commanded me to strip on the beach for an after-dark stroll.   I enjoyed that and was certainly titillated by the experience up until a truck came out onto the beach and I had to struggle to retrieve my dress from Master and get it back on before an embarrassing situation occurred.

This year, at the beach, Master upped the ante.  We stayed at a beach house with a balcony off the Master bedroom.  The back of the house was closer to the beach than the surrounding houses such that you could be on the balcony and not be seen by anyone unless they were on the beach.  Master has been threatening to tie me up outside in an exposed manner to quite some time.  Every house we stay in, he comments on the balcony if there is one.  He sends me tons of pictures of subs in compromising bondage locations.  On this trip, he made good on his threat.  Master had me strip and then he tied me to a chair on that balcony – wrists to the arms of the chair and ankles to the chair legs.  It was pretty breezy and cold, so ever thoughtful, Master put a blanket around my back and shoulders to block the wind.  Aside from being cold (at least until the real fun began), I certainly felt naughty.

Once I was secure, Master got the camera out to immortalize the moment – no I won’t be posting any of the shots, especially the ones with my pussy fully bared for the camera.  Incidently, I’d never seen a picture of myself quite that way before.  With the pre-scene activities out of the way, Master brought out two of my favorite toys – my new wand and a thick dildo.  While I started to squirm in anticipation about where this scene was going, Master painfully (exquisitely so) twisted my nipples and fondled by very exposed and accessible pussy.  By this point, I no longer minded the sub-60 degree temperature. 

At some point in the past, I shared with Master, that my very best muscle-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasms happen with a combination of clitoral and vaginal stimulation.  If one way or the other is good, both together must be better, right?  Since then, Master uses that technique fairly often (I know, lucky girl, am I).  That is exactly what he did this time with me tied to a chair on the exposed balcony of our beach house.  The orgasm built and built and then went on and on forever.  When it was finally over, I couldn’t even walk.  Master untied me, rubbed my ankles and wrists and then half carried me to bed where he promptly got naked himself, climbed into bed and held me while I wept from the sheer joy, physical exertion, and mental release of the experience. 

I know most, if not all, of my girlfriends and family would not understand any of this and maybe some of you reading this blog won’t get it either, but the type of relationship I have with my husband who is also my Master is very satisfying.  It completes me plus I get to have knock your socks off orgasms.  I don’t think a sub could get any luckier.

Monday, December 2, 2013

My Master's First Wife

My husband (and Master) has had two wives. What? Those of you who have been reading my blog are probably shocked at this revelation. I know when he started talking about me as his second wife, I thought he was joking. Peter and I have been married for nearly 25 years and there has never been any mention of me being his second wife.

But one day, he started saying things like, “My first wife would never do …”, or, “My first wife wouldn’t let me do …”, or, “My first wife didn’t like to …”. WTF?

Needless to say, I was more than a little curious about this first wife. From his comments, I began to get an image of Peter’s first wife as an unpleasant, moody, sexually-repressed, shrew. As he continued to fill in the blanks, he told me she was nearly 100 pounds overweight, wore size 22 old lady clothes and granny panties. She apparently didn’t want to have sex very often and when she did, it was on her terms and almost exclusively vanilla, never kinky or adventurous. Wife number one didn’t treat him with the respect a husband, let alone a Master, deserves. She argued about everything and second guessed him at every turn. Peter told me she spent lots of money without consulting him first. And she didn’t have much energy for the outdoor activities Peter really enjoys like kayaking and hiking.

I began to ask Master more questions about wife number one. 

Did she call you Master or Sir like I do?
Did she kneel and ask for your permission to get into bed like I do?
Would she go out in public without panties or let you feel her up in public like I do?
Did she embrace her sexuality by wearing thongs, garters, and skimpy bras like I do?
Do you think she would have given you control of ALL her orgasms like I have?
Would she ask to give you a blow job, demanding nothing in return for herself?
Would she ever let you tie her up, spank her, and use kinky toys on her?
Did she request and get sexually excited by breath play or knife play like I love to?

After my many incessant questions, Peter looked at me and said, “You know, Pet, you were my first wife for almost 25 years and now you are my second wife."

Ok, in truth, I picked up pretty quickly what Master was up to. We have each only ever been married once and that was to each other. However, the difference between these two wives is that startling. I look different, I feel different, and I act different since becoming my husband’s submissive wife nearly 8 months ago. I now weigh nearly 80 pounds less with just a few more left to go. I feel quite sexy which is completely novel to me. I no longer feel inferior when seeing pictures of sexy women, I now see them as examples or ideas of things I could do. I am having the time of my life in the bedroom (and out in public). I am content, less stressed, and happy at a very deep level. I told Master yesterday that if I were any happier, it would be disgusting. I think Peter would echo these sentiments, but maybe we should try to get him to be a guest blogger and give his full thoughts on how our M/s relationship has affected him. 

I am proud to be my Master’s pet, sub, slut, and second wife.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

No Longer Afraid of That

I really like kinky sex. Vanilla is nice, but I've discovered that I crave some amount of kink in my sex life. Maybe a little bondage, some spanking, some toys, or maybe taking things a little rough, or wearing naughty things. Through it all there is one fairly common sex act that has always given me a case of nerves – anal sex. Over the many years of our relationship, we've gone there exactly twice and those were before we embraced our M/s relationship. I’m not sure why this particular act stresses me out. It’s not like it was a bad experience the other two times, even yielded nice orgasms. But there’s just something about it that makes me tense and afraid.

So when Master started texting me graphic pictures on this topic, I started getting nervous. I knew I would be having an anal encounter this very night. All day long, he sent me assorted pictures of women getting it in the ass. Some of the pictures showed women bound and taken roughly, some were taken with frighteningly large cocks, some were taken gently and lovingly, but all were taking it in the ass and mostly these images were sizzling HOT! As the day wore on, I became more and more aroused at the idea of indulging in some anal kink.

Later that evening, at home, Master texted me the following instructions:

I expect to find you at 9:05 as follows
1. showered
2. naked except for panty, garter, stockings, heels, and collar
3. lying face down on bed
4. arms outstretched with hands bound together at headboard
5. the new variable speed wand under you, between your legs, in just the right spot, vibrating on a low or med setting
6. an unopened condom on your ass
7. you horny, aroused, and ready for anything

Since we don’t need condoms for birth control, item #6 was a pretty clear indication of where this evening was going (if the pictures all day were not enough of a clue). As I am nothing if not an obedient submissive, I followed the instructions to the letter. I was in place as instructed with the wand doing its job well before Master entered the room, and I was already feeling pretty darn good. I was still a bit apprehensive but the more aroused I got the more willing I became to doing anything Master requested.

Master entered the room, undressed without a word, donned the condom, and gently lay on top of me, pressing his cock in the crack of my ass. I just about combusted right then as the added pressure increased the stimulation from the wand. And when he adjusted his position, pushed my panties aside, and pushed against my back door entrance, I was more than willing to let him in. As I recalled from the previous episodes, it’s a little disconcerting to feel something entering, but once in it feels wonderful. As he started to stroke, I knew it wasn't going to take long for me to get there. With Master’s cock in my ass and the wand at my clit, and my hands bound above me, I had an orgasm that I’m not likely to forget for a long time.

Now, I can't wait for the next time Master is in the mood for some anal fun. My silly fear has been cured.