Bragging rights...A tale from our meeting

You know I adore oral sex. Giving and receiving, so I'll admit I was a bit shocked when my Sir confessed that only two other women had ever managed to suck him off until he came. How could this be? Sure, he's larger than the average man below the belt, and yes I understand that his need to please his partner does cause him to hold back his own pleasure. So, when he said that no one had really wanted to be bothered taking the time I knew that I had to take this as a challenge. I WAS going to give him a mind-blowing blow job, and I was going to make him cum, and on top of that, I WAS going to swallow. Something that no one had ever done for him. Was my poor Dom missing out or what?

This brings us to the next installment in our tale.

Die_Tryin and I were finally back to the hotel. I allowed him to drive because let's be honest I was so absorbed in touching him I'd never have been able to stay on the road! We get to the hotel, he gets the door for me, the elevator door, and the room door. Always the gentleman. Once in the door, he kissed me, arms tightly around each other, lips locked to one another, hands exploring. Minutes tick by and we finally end up completely in the room. I'll be honest I don't remember how my dress left my body, I just remember his lips, his hands, his taste, the feel of his body against me. And let's not forget the fact that I was totally lost in the high of finally being with him and how simply comfortable I was with him.

Finally, it was time, for me to take my bragging rights. I went to put on lipstick, mmm, the goal was to leave a lipstick ring on his cock so we could see just how much I could take. Well, that was forgotten shortly after I came back to the room. While I was gone, DT removed his pants and sat on the loveseat waiting for me.

In a short moment, I was back kissed him softly and proceeded to ask permission to suck his cock. Yes, I was the good little sub at that point. When he assented I slipped down on to the floor on to my knees in front of him, and began to work his cock slowly, with my hands, and then my tongue tasting him. Feeling the throbbing heat of him in my mouth was all that I needed to drive me on, hungrily sucking on his cock, loving it with my tongue. Adding the stroking of my hand on his shaft to meet my lips. But it was him, the sound of his pleasure, the sound of his approval that really turned me on. I wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside me, but I was not about to stop before he came in my mouth.

I have to admit that I was perfectly content there on the floor on my knees in front of the man I call Sir. I've never felt that kneeling was something I had to have to make me feel submissive. But I will not deny that I was very turned on by it. Not just then but at other times as well. I don't know what I'll do with this realization, I know that DT doesn't require it. I think he prefers that I don't. But some times, I think.....anyway back to the topic at hand.

It wasn't long before I felt his sack tighten and his cock begin to twitch, and then he told me it was coming...that he was going to cum. And I didn't pull away, I couldn't I wanted to taste him I wanted his hot cum on my tongue. The ultimate reward for a job done well. It made this subs heart race to know I had succeeded in my goal. Then it happened the first shot hit the back of my throat and I groaned the vibrations of my sighing pleasure running down the length of my tongue as continued to fill my mouth. Swallowing quickly and loving the feel of his hands on me as I took him into me.

But what turned me on the most, was that he pulled me up and kissed me, the taste of his cum still on my lips. No man had done that to me before, it was always time to brush my teeth and clean up before they would consider it. Then he held me, we kissed we talked, we laughed, and the rest...well that's another post.

A Dom with OCD?

Sir Sunday 7-12-09

From the mind of Die_Tryin


Today I am starting with a question.
“Have you ever gotten fixated on a new idea or pastime that has consumed your thoughts to almost the point of not functioning?”

Well for me it is not too far of a trip, I have a mild form of OCD toward new experiences and “hobbies” couple that with a Virgo birth-sign...well now you know why I have “geek” tendencies.

So the OCD makes all new things a heavy focus and the Virgo in me makes me research it until I am a “book” master of the subject or task at hand. HBD mentioned in her blog post "Everyone should love a geek". I quote HBD "A Geek will study anything and everything from anatomy to physics, to the pure science of sex itself with an un-dying passion. " so that is part of what makes me a “Geek”.

So as you have been reading HBD and I are on a journey of mutual as well as self discovery, in our lives and our lifestyle. In these discoveries the latest one to surface is a mutual appreciation and interest, in rope play of all types, we are both novices, yet when I look at it my OCD kicks in and I am already trying to figure out Shibari a very advanced form of Japanese rope bondage, now that is just like me Run before I am even walking, so I have to remind myself to learn the basics before going to the advanced. Who knows Someday HBD will “Fly” by my rope work, but until then I have to remember to practice and take it slow, It is a good thing I have a great loving and trusting partner in my HBD.

~DT

Long Distance Relationships, and 24/7 D/s

I will have to admit now that over the last few days I've been thinking a lot about how my relationship with Die_tryin has changed and grown from friends to playmates, to potential D/s, to long-distance loves.

I've found myself evaluating this relationship and trying to define it in conventional and lifestyle terms. But I've had a hard time doing this and have had to do a lot of soul searching.

This is what I have decided....it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, the only thing that matters is how we define ourselves. And we have decided that we are a long-distance couple. We are D/s 24/7, friends, lovers, confidants, and partners.

What I struggled with the most is the D/s 24/7. This is a concept I had preconceptions about, and they revolved around our lifestyle kink, but in time I've come to see that this is not what our D/s is all about. Our D/s is about him having my best interest in mind at ALL times, his looking out for my well being and giving me direction as needed. In addition, it means that I live my life 24/7 to please him, to show my respect for him, and to always keep in mind what he would wish for me to do to be safe and happy. Simple right? Just not the box I expected us to fit into....instead it's our box. One made just for us, and it fits us perfectly!

At the request of my Sir...

If you didn't read my last post, please read it first as its a lead into tonight's post. At the request of my Sir I've finished up my dream here....enjoy.


He crosses the room and opens the top drawer on our toy chest, the one that contains all my favorites. All varieties of nipple clips, and chains, labia clips, handcuffs, shackles, and the like. Just what was he going to pull out. I whimper slightly when I see the one thing I hoped it wouldn't be. A blindfold. "Sir" my voice quivers again. "SHhhhhhhh...." he comes up behind me, "quiet now babygirl, you have a lesson to learn," he whispers in my ear as he wraps the black cloth around my eyes and ties it behind my head. Before I can catch my bearings he's there pressed against my back, his hands rough against my breasts, alternating between a firm squeeze and a gentle caress. Focusing for a few moments on my rock hard nipples I can feel his cock pressing against my back through his jeans. And I want it, but I know better than to say anything.

He pulls his left hand away and I feel him reach between us his hand slipping into his front pocket. Then I hear the chain in his hand, and a chill comes over me as he steps back, and comes around me...I can hear his steps, feel the heat of his body close to mine, but no matter how hard I strain to get near to him, I can't escape my cuffs. There is silence in the room. Anticipation, and not knowing getting the better of me, and I moan softly. Which was the wrong thing to do, I felt a sudden smack of the crop on my left ass cheek and then before I get a chance to catch my breath he clips the cold metal clamps onto my nipples, the ones attached with a medium weight chain, that pulls and tugs at my nipples as I move. "Now, babygirl, you will tell me how we answer the phone here."

"Thank you for calling Acme sex supplies, how may I direct your call" I whisper a catch in my throat, a hesitation that doesn't go unnoticed. There is a slap of his large hands on my right ass cheek, and a hard tug on the chain between my nipples. "Was that the way we should answer the phone, babygirl?" " NO Sir!" I gasp. "Would you like to try again lover?" His voice is soft in my ear as his hand slips between my legs and brushes against my dripping pussy. Moaning softly, " Yes...Yes Sir"

"Thank you for calling Acme sex supplies, how may I direct your call," I said more clearly, and professionally. Hoping this is the answer he desires, so that he'll fill my desire. "Much better babygirl, now am I going to need to have this talk with you again?" Biting my lip I'm not sure how to answer, I know that it'll happen again, I'll see him working, deep in concentration, and watching him move I'll be distracted by the desire to be with him. "Sir, I can't promise that this will be the last time" I can hear the displeasure in his breathing......and I hear him walking away. The door opens. Closes. And he's gone, or is he?

- HBD