Friday, 29 July 2011

A Day On The Couch

No work today, so spoke to the latest guy on skype for a while today. Well actually we spoke for about 8 hours during the course of the afternoon and evening.
I've decided to refer to him as France, because that's where he's currently residing. At least until the spring.
We've made each other laugh, a lot. We've discussed our kinks and he's shown me photos of some body modification ideas he would like to explore. Primarily it's piercings that interest him, which is fine by me. He wants flesh tunnels in nipples and labia as a long term goal. I'm more than willing to work towards that as much as I'm able.
So I still feel we're inching forward slowly in the right direction. Even if things continue to go well this is going to be a marathon not a sprint anyway.
I think even if we don't manage a D/s or M/s relationship we'll still stay in touch because we just enjoy being with each other, even if it is currently only via video link.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Thursday, 28 July 2011

what light from yonder window breaks

Well as things didn't work out with the last Dom I met I continue my search. At the moment I'm talking to a very interesting Dom who currently lives in France but intends to return to the UK early next year.
We tick a lot of boxes for each other and of course it's very early days yet but there is a glimmer of hope.
He enjoys controlling and he's also heavily into body modifications, specifically piercings. That's fine by me.
I've been given a choice of D/s or M/s as the dynamic and he'll tailor his control accordingly, but I'm of the opinion that things would develop naturally if we were spending time together anyway.
He's also given me a list of requirements. Now it's not hard and fast, more a sketch of what his ideal would be and he accepts we live in the real world, not some fantasy. He's asked me to study it carefully and re-write it detailing my choices. Once negotiations are completed he would not permit me to change my mind on any of the limits agreed unless there was an exceptionally good reason.
This is a very different approach to any other I've experienced, of course I appreciate that much of it is by necessity as we're currently unable to meet, so everything is hypothetical anyway.
I've learned through my years online that it doesn't matter how well you get on over the internet, things can be very different when together physically.
I'm keeping an open mind, but at the same time I can see a faint glimmer at the end of a very long tunnel and I am at least prepared to see what happens.
Until we meet I'll still be talking to others and even possibly playing with others, but casual play isn't really for me anyway.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Saturday Night Alright

Last week I worked hard and was looking forward to my weekend. Saturday night I went to a BDSM event with a Domme friend of mine. The venue is 100 miles from me and I had to make a detour to pick up my friend, but it was worth it. The venue is amazing and I knew she'd love it there as much as I do.
I'd already planned to top a friend, and the night before I'd also joking told someone else that his ass was mine and we'd play. I'd only met him once before, briefly. Not taken any notice of what he looked like, but we had talked a little over the last year online. Meeting him in person I got some most unexpected prickles of excitement.
I flogged and spanked his bottom, just somehow got very little from it, but then I restrained him in a bondage chair and attached clover clamps to his nipples. Now I was in my element, I could read his reactions, look into his eyes and really begin to explore him.
After a few minutes with the clamps I took them off and began to use my fingers instead.
I stood really close, began with light squeezes and slowly ramped up the pressure. There were times he struggled, but every time the pain became intense he looked right into my eyes and we got past the pain together.
It's a long time since I felt any sort of connection like that.
I've no idea if we'll play gain, he says he'd love to and will travel up here to see me, but time will tell.
I'm still thinking how to word my thoughts on the latest Dom I'm talking to. So far lots of boxes ticked on both sides, but I'm not holding my breath after my previous experiences.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Saturday, 16 July 2011

Chocolate v Vanilla

I'm in a rather weird mood at the moment.
It may be an old cliche, but that doesn't mean it's any less true. I feel lonely.

I know lots of people and when I do go anywhere I'm quite often the one laughing loudest and cracking jokes, flirting like there's no tomorrow and knowing that flirting is all it is.

I miss belonging to someone, but not just anyone will do.

I've been told to relax, go with the flow. That my ideas on D/s are too rigid and I should just have kinky fun and see what it leads to. I can't do that, it's just not me. I've played with Doms never intending for it to be more than the 1 session, or maybe an occasional thing, but that isn't satisfying at all. I'm just not a bottom, that side of me is submissive.

On a different note, travelling back from a few days away with my ex sub and his wife, I stopped off to meet a guy who works for the same company. Just for a drink as I was passing through his area.

We talked and laughed and several times he told me he was looking for a girlfriend. I was careful not to give him any encouragement as he just wasn't my type. I could tell :-)

Eventually we got around to discussing D/s, he'd poked and prodded me enough that I decided to tell him about my lifestyle, or at least a very diluted and brief taste of it.

"Imagine" I said, "that you have a woman restrained on the bed so that you can give her pleasure any way you choose, for as long as you choose. She can't stop you and she can't move away." The look of absolute horror on his face, followed swiftly by one of bewilderment and I realised he probably wouldn't know what to do to a woman in that position.

"ohh no" he replied. "I'm strictly a missionary position man me."

If nothing else at least it confirms for me I could never go back to nilla.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Sunday, 10 July 2011

The Mushroom Man

I'm often asked to tell this story from my past, so I thought I'd post it here for all to read.

Once upon a time when I was a naïve and innocent (stop laughing you lot) 19 year old and started dating a guy I'd known through work for a couple of years .Russell was 6'4” and broad shouldered, a big guy but not fat, nor the body builder type.

After dating for a few weeks be borrowed his mate's bedsit for us to have some private time.

I pulled up outside the address, a large house in its own grounds converted into several flats. Russell was already there waiting on the gravel car park in his own car. He came over to greet me and together we crunched our way over to the house.

We walked through the main door into the hall and the door we wanted was there on the right, a ground floor flat with a huge bay window and an original four poster bed on the wall beside the door.

Once inside and the door closed behind us, we embraced and kissed passionately, removing each others clothing at a rapid pace. When we were both naked I took a step back and my eyes drifted slowly down from his face, across his broad, smooth chest and stomach to the part below.

Now Russell was only the 2nd or 3rd lover I'd had, but I'd seen lots of photos of naked men and knew roughly what the average cock looked like. This was not one of them.

My jaw hit the floor as I looked.

“Is that it??” I blurted out.

There nestled amongst the pubic hair covering his testicles, was a nub of a penis (notice I'm no longer referring to it as a cock). It was rock hard and approximately 1.5 inches long.

The overall image was of a mushroom lying on its side, the small stalk pointing towards me.

He grinned and assured me he made up for it in other ways. I can honestly report, he did not.

Kissing me once more we moved over to the bed turning the main light off before we lay down.

He moved on top of me, lay between my legs and thrust towards me. My legs lifted to draw him closer to me.

As we kissed and touched and rubbed our naked bodies together there was a noise and the door opened, in walked the guy the flat belonged to.

In 2 short strides he stood beside the bed and looked down at me. Thankfully as Russell was on top of me there was very little naked flesh visible. So at least most of my blushes were spared by this unexpected intrusion.

Grabbing his crotch he asked if he could join in. Now I realise it was a set up and Russell had planned for his friend to join us all along, but I was so naïve back then it never crossed my mind.

I wasn't horrified. Should I have been? I don't know. I just remember looking at him and declining, pointing to the armchair over by the bay window.

“Go sit over there. You can watch but you're not to wank.”

See how innocent I was?

Russell and I carried on a little longer. I don't remember if he got to cum, I do know I didn't. He didn't fuck me either, he was just too small.

For the remaining time I was seeing Russell that set the pattern. We'd roll around naked on the bed and his friend would sit across the room and watch.

Well I didn't get to cum and a girl has to get her kicks somewhere

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."DanesWood

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Is he or isn't he?

Well it would appear he's not all he said, or perhaps he is and he wasn't honest with others.
He's not aware how far my network of contacts extends and he's been in contact with someone I know a couple of years ago. In fact he stood her up when they arranged to meet, so I guess at least I'm one step up as he turned up to meet me.
Now I've not heard from him for 24 hours because I made a comment on something.
What is it with Doms? Are there not any decent honest ones out there?

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Thursday, 7 July 2011

First Date

Well first meeting over. How did it go? Well he wants to see me again.
In many ways he reminds me of my first ever Dom. He's a big man, long hair and huge personality.
Apparently he's clairvoyant, just as my first Dom was. He holds a Michelin star for his past work as a chef and also a PhD in Social Anthropology. He's intelligent and funny but there are things I'm unsure about.
Cheffly one is a sensual caring Dominant type, no harshness, not afraid to laugh at himself and others, but I'm yet to discover if he has what it takes to keep me in the submissive mindset.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

A New Adventure Begins?

Well tomorrow I have a date with a prospective Dom.
After getting my fingers well and truly burned last time you'd think I'd be more cautious, but perhaps not, perhaps I'm just a risk taker.
Apparently he's married, but that they're no more than friends now as she's a lesbian Domme. If he's telling me the truth about it all then fine. I hate being cynical, what happened to me who believed people and trusted them till I had good reason to doubt?
Cheffly one had a joint profile with his wife, but in her name. The profile stated they were looking for female submissive to join them in a poly household and was recently updated. I checked today and the profile has gone. Does that mean he's telling the truth? I hope so.
Anyway just a few hours to go before we meet. He says he'll know from the first kiss. I usually do too.
"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."

Friday, 1 July 2011

Rubber By Moonlight- Outdoor Play

And following on from White Noise and Rubber

Posted by DanesWood on Sun 12 Apr 09, 8:08 PM.

A friend wanted us to recreate the White Noise And Rubber experience for him as reading my blog excited him. Of course we agreed.

Date and time agreed Dawn arrived with a very large holdall packed with goodies, dressed in PVC shirt and trousers, heels and fleecy jacket over the top. It was a thin disguise really, as anyone seeing the shoes would know this is a kinky person.

I'd never met Dawn before, so wanted to make sure he felt comfortable with me, I already knew he trusted Sophia as they'd played a little before, but nothing like this. We sat and chatted, waiting for it to go dark. I knew he was excited, so we kept the conversation pretty general whilst looking outside and checking for the stars to come out.

At 9.30 it was time, so I sent Dawn upstairs to get ready. Our kitchen table had already been laid out with everything else we'd need; the only ingredient left was a rubber clad slave.

He came down the stairs dressed in rubber catsuit and platform boots. I handed him the typed instructions we'd printed out earlier in preparation and I stood supervising, crop in hand, as he fastened leather ankle cuffs around his legs, padlocking each one into place, then knelt waiting, head bowed.

Our plan was to take Dawn already hooded, in rubber and chains, out to the car and drive to our destination. Dawn would have no idea where he was being taken, and of course there was a distinct possibility he'd be seen sitting there on the back seat.

Sophia slipped the inflatable rubber hood over Dawn's head, slipped the tube into his mouth and zipped it up. Next came the Fetters leather fist mitts, again each one padlocked into place. Sophia slipped heavy chain through the D rings on the mitts, around Dawn's waist and clipped the extra to the rear of the collar ready to fix to the ankle cuffs once we arrived.

We stood the rubber encased slave Dawn against the kitchen door and took photos. We'd already agreed to provide a memento of this adventure, a record of the night's events so Dawn could see what we'd done to him. No matter how much you talk about acting out a fantasy, the reality may be so intense that it becomes a blur, a mishmash of sensation and emotion. I wanted Dawn to see the reality and compare it to his version from inside the hood, see how they differed.

Quickly hustled across the pavement and onto the back seat of my car, Sophia secured Dawn's seatbelt and jumped into the front seat next to me. We live on the edge of a large town, so a few streets to drive and people around before we reached the more rural areas. We laughed as I stopped at a red light, we were right beside a pub and a man stood smoking outside, literally 2 feet away from the car. He saw what we had on the back seat and was laughing too. Did he really know it was a rubber clad slave, or did he think it was a mannequin or some kind?

At last the lights changed to green and I continued up the hill, a mile or less and we were past the streetlights and houses were fewer. Green fields and stone walls on either side as we climbed gradually higher, descending briefly to drive through a couple of villages before climbing again.

Every twist and turn of the road, every mile, disorientated and confused the rubber slave. The concept of distance and time blurred until he had no idea how far we'd travelled, or in which direction.

To add to this state of confusion Sophia and I kept up a running dialogue, explaining what we could do if we chose. That even though the place we'd chosen is relatively remote there's a good chance people would be around. That the rubber slave would be left tied, blinded and vulnerable for others to play with if they wished.

As I turned the car onto the steep, narrow track for the last few hundred yards to our chosen play area I announced to Dawn that as I own a 4x4 I could if I chose, drive across country to somewhere extremely remote….and leave him there.

Down the tree and wall lined track to the gateway I'd tied SophiaBoytoy to in our last outdoor adventure, the rubber slave behind us sucking in harsh breaths as his excitement and anticipation built to a crescendo… find a small blue hatchback car parked there already! A young couple parked up for a bit of canoodling, damn that changed things. The girls head popped up from her boyfriends lap as my headlights lit up the inside of their car…..nothing for it other than to turn around and try the alternative spot we'd discussed earlier.

Turned around and drove back up the hill, turned right and headed up to the boat club area…to find that a washout too. It was after 10pm and the place was still lit up and several cars parked up. No chance of us playing here either.

A brief discussion with Sophia and we decided to go back to our original plan and hope the other car would leave.

I turned back down the side track and parked half way down with my lights on full. It took only a few seconds for the courting couple to decide they were not going to get the privacy they required and drive past us. Perhaps I was a little unfair to use such tactics, but our need was greater.

I pulled quickly into the gateway and we climbed out of the car, Sophia helped the rubber slave from the back seat and clipped the chain lead onto the collar. She led him over to the gate, the noise from the sluice below deafeningly loud in the cool night air.

Trying to be discreet while taking photos of our activity was a little difficult as the flash seemed incredibly bright; perhaps just my imagination because there seemed to be so many people in the area. I worried it would attract attention too quickly and spoil our moonlight walk, but I also wanted a record of the event, something I'd failed to do on our last adventure. I calculated it was worth the risk. The slave was ordered to stand still, Sophia inflated the rubber hood, it would have been difficult for him to speak before, now it would be impossible. The long length of rope was tied to the gate, the other end already fixed to a trigger clip was fastened to the D ring on the back of the collar. While Sophia was busy I stroked the slave through the rubber. His cock was hard, I tapped it none too gently with the flat of my hand a few times causing the slave to flinch.

Sophia gave the slave his final instructions….to walk straight ahead until he came to a wall, then turn left and walk up the hill. Sophia also warned him if he got any mud onto his boots through walking on the grass, he would be punished. But what he was not told is that to get to the wall he had to walk over around 6 feet of grass.

I drove away leaving the slave thinking he would be alone the whole time, he didn't know Sophia was staying. He didn't know there was rope fixed to his collar and the gate either, but he soon would.

100 yards up the hill I pulled into the side and turned off the engine. The original plan was for me to wait near the car, but that meant I'd be missing out on a lot of the fun, so I grabbed my camera and crop and walked back down the track.

It took longer than I expected to find them, but I soon found out why. The slave had walked from the gate to the track, then because he was disorientated, had turned right instead of left and continued further down the hill….towards the river and a locked gate to private property. Time for Sophia to retrieve our rubber toy.

After spinning him around a couple of times Sophia pointed the slave back in the right direction. I took a couple of photos of him walking away into the moonlight, still no clue where he was headed, but we knew it was the right direction.

Eventually the rubber slave found the wall, paused for a few seconds and worked out which way he should be going. Using his foot to feel the edge he continued to hobble up the track, the slave's breathing rasping through the rubber tube in his mouth, a faint jingling from the chains attached to his body.

Once again Sophia tied the rope to a post, the slave not realising he was tethered until he could walk no further, then he stood still awaiting release. Of course Sophia spun him around again before setting him back on his path, a little something purely for our amusement.

Wandering from side to side, the rubber, chained slave made his way slowly up the hill, Sophia and I whispering and giggling behind him, the heels on Sophia's boots clip clopping on the tarmac. The noise echoed around, bounced off the stone wall into the silence around us. We didn't know until later, but the sound was far louder to the slave and disorientated him even more as Sophia kept walking all around him, making him think he was the one changing direction and going the wrong way. About half way back I saw a Land Rover drive across the end of our track and up the access road towards the entrance. As it had come from the Boat Club end I suspected it might be the Wardens on patrol, especially as when they passed above us they shone a huge searchlight in our direction.

A small moment of panic, then realisation they had to drive to the main road before they could turn the vehicle around and come back. This should give us a couple of minutes at least. Another car drove past in the same direction, this would also delay them coming back, as the road is too narrow for vehicles to pass.

Sophia and I agreed to get the slave back to the car sharpish, but without removing the hood or chains, no need to spoil our fun and games completely. It wasn't that we were doing anything illegal, lewd or sexual, but we were technically somewhere we shouldn't be and neither of us fancied explaining exactly what we'd been doing to a frowning and bewildered Warden.

Just feet from the car I saw the Land Rover come back down the road, it drove straight past the end of the track and I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived as all they'd done is turn around and were now heading back towards us.

The headlights turned down our track and the noisy diesel engine cruised towards us………….and straight past. Sophia and I burst into a fit of giggles and scuttled our toy the last couple of feet to the side of the car. I walked swiftly to the driver's door and climbed into my seat to start the engine. Our rubber toy would be cold when this adventure was over; I wanted to get the inside of the car warm as quickly as possible.

As Sophia began taking the chains and fist mitts off the Land Rover came back up the hill behind us, paused just slightly in front and the guy in the passenger seat turned this huge search light on and spun it around so it shone directly onto the car.

Dawn stood beside the car to attention, still unable to see what was going on. Sophia as always full of mischief points to our rubber toy caught in the glare of the search light. I'm sat behind the steering wheel helpless with laughter as I heard the guy say loudly to the driver, “I don't believe it!” before they pulled away.

I couldn't decide if they just didn't want to deal with the situation or if they were not anyone official and had just been cruising around looking for people to spy on. Either way it was time to go before anyone else arrived. Sophia removed the hood and the newly released rubber slave climbed gratefully if somewhat bemusedly, into the back seat.

Sophia joined me in the front and off we went, all high on our adventure and laughing at the surprise of those who caught us. Not quite how I'd have chosen, yet it did add a little something……especially as I've since discovered it was the local farmer. Should give him something to talk about at the breakfast table and probably earn him a few pints to recount the tale too.

"The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign, mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing."