The thing about double fisting someone is…you can’/t take a picture of it
I have had a fun playmate recently; a very young and handsome marine I met on Alt. He’s… well, he’s 22. He lives about an hour away for the next year finishing college before heading off to serve us all. Young, I know; but also fun. Intelligent and for his age, pretty mature. Adorably cute and shy about his kinky needs ; but an otherwise open and happy personality. And a real slut. We ended up playing after several months of talking online and a long sexy date; we made out and had some good but vanilla sex that night, and he stayed the night. I woke up several times with him wrapped tightly around me; very very sweet. If I hadn’t been experiencing thyroid induced night sweats, that is. That was pretty much the only time I felt waaay too old to have him in my bed, fortunately.
In the morning I was ready to play again and woke him after having my coffee by grabbing his hard half asleep cock, pushing him onto his back, and riding him to an orgasm (mine, not his). I had a smoke and then ordered him to present his wrists for binding. Bound his forearms with bondage tape and put him on his knees, face down. I straddled his thighs and spanked him a bit, he seemed non-plussed. I pulled out my mini flogger- a biting 12 strand suede number only about a foot long and alternately caressed and whipped his ass crack with it, talking with him more about his likes and dislikes. It was clear he was not a masochist and we weren’t/aren’t yet at a point where enduring pain for my pleasure is pleasurable for him.
Moving on, I decided to try and see if I could eventually stuff his ass with that giant dildo I got last year, knowing his primary interests were anal play, so I ordered him onto his knees and leant over, whispering in his ear to spread his legs. Bingo…that was his trigger; he arched his back and spread his legs wide like a good little slut. My fingers slid in easily- first two, then three, so I grabbed a vibrator- more average sized- and that too, nearly got swallowed right away- no pull cord, time to look for another toy. I got out the shenis I posted about a while back and my strap on harness. Made him face away while I put it on because- gawd- could you look more ackward and unsexy as when you’re tightening up straps? Anyway.
As I was mounting him he admitted that he’d never been fucked with a strap on, and seemed a bit relunctant. I hadn’t used the shenis in the harness. It wasn’t good. Maybe the straps could have been better adjusted but I think it was the balls. The rubbery dong material made them really bouncy which screwed up the rythm. Neither of us were loving it and when he said his hands were getting tingly I took the opportunity to roll him over and cut the tape off, take off my harness, and mount him for my own orgasm before turning him back over and using the shenis without the harness. Now, this thing is thick and long enough that, for myself, it’s about 1/2 inch too girthy to be comfortable and I could only take in about half of it the couple of times I tried. But this little slut was taking it without even breathing hard. That sort of pissed me off.
I began questioning him about his anal habits and he mentioned fisting himself regularly, so without a word I handed him my rings and watch. The look on his face as he turned to grab them and put them on the side table was pretty priceless. I lubed up and then really could not believe how quickly my whole hand slid in, almost effortlessly. I began working his prostate and smacking his very round ass as he moaned and told me about what a real anal slut he was. He began talking about having always wanted to be double fisted and even though we hadn’t talked about it ahead of time I just could not supress my curiosity. A minute later both of my hands were wrist deep in Marine ass, clenched into fists and twisting back and forth. He reached behind and felt his hole stretched around my slender wrists and began to cum, and appologize for cumming, and moan loudly. That spurred me on and I began pumping his ass with both hands until he began to beg “I can’t take any more”. I stopped… of course I’m still learning his limits, but I really wanted to tie him again and find something large enough to stuff his ass with that I could then use my hands elsewhere. We laid in bed and I stroked his hair while he recovered. As he cleaned up in the bathroom I found myself wishing I had a photo of him reaching around to feel his asshole stretched around my two wrists and trying to figure out how I could work that out next time.
He needed to head home rather quickly and didn’t rmessage me again for over a week. I chalked it up to a number of things and wasn’t heartbroken; but had wanted to talk with him about the experience away from the moment; I think that’s important especially with new partners and any time you cross an uncharted boundary. He was back in touch this week explaining that he’s never entered a relationship that involved BDSM from the start and needed some time to process his feelings; which I can understand and respect. I was/am impressed with his ability to be in touch with his emotions and share them. And have been surprised at his continued interest. He sends me sweet text messages throughout the day and I plan to see him again soon. I don’t know where I’d like it to lead; for now it is simply nice to have a fun playmate who is also making an effort to become a real friend.
Off to explore the self timer features of my camera…
Allrighty then.
Ok. So I’ve been away. So what.
As with everyone, the economy has me sucking wind. My big business venture is failing quickly. I suppose now that it’s been a while I can share that I purchased a well established vintage clothing store last year. I’ve loved it; vintage was already a personal passion before the store…my own home was already filled with 1930’s furnishings and atomic era bric-a-brac. I’ve learned a lot about myself in the process, too. I’m a great boss. I am not a great accountant or secretary. And I don’t like people that much; but love entertaining…in other words I like people only when I can create and control the environment we interact in, and they’re appreciating what I do. I am willing to work very hard for very little tangible reward; but not for very little actual progress or personal acheivement. I thrive on earned adoration. I don’t like having to answer to others regarding my own choices. And I can date and estimate the worth of far more vintage items than I ever imagined with really amazing accuracy. And, that’s where I’ve been. Not much time for kink, although it’s managed to find me anyway.
Believe it or not the store has offered many opportunities to enjoy ‘found Femdom’- of the unintended and of the not so unintended sort. Apparently many cross dressing men love vintage lingerie and clothing. And found me quite happy to tease/encourage them into dresses and play barbie with them. The transgender ladies also made my acquaintance fairly quickly, which has made for many fabulous afternoons. More than once while I was running around the store on a long day in bare feet and stopping to put my shoes back on, a male customer has dropped to his knees without prompting and put it on for me. There’s a very submissive bra (and probably panty) wearing man who comes in and slinks around for hours trying to work up the nerve to compliment me on my dress and occasionally “accidentally” shows his bra under his undershirt while trying on shirts without using a dressing room. And I have a pretty, virginal young gay boy who has decided he has his first girl crush on me, and hangs out at the store almost daily, bringing me homemade lemon bars and hand picked vintage for the store and myself.
Unfortunately I am likely going to have to close the doors, and soon. I’m okay with it, as much as I can be. Obviously I would rather not close but I know I’ve done everything possible, save have more money to put into it. I can check it off of my list and move forward without regret, I suppose that’s all one can ask for.
The kid is graduating in less than a week. I would be more freaked out if I had the time and energy to be. She’s goofed off this last semester…the typical too smart kid who isn’t being challenged syndrome…which nearly kept her from graduating. So college plans are still up in the air. It’s strange. We’re still close- always have been. And for a long time it looked like she might never develop the need to separate herself from me, which was worrisome. But now, she’s ready. And cripes it hurts! I know it’s supposed to. And I’m ready too. But it’s an odd dynamic to live with; tense and bittersweet. Niether of us want to hurt the other’s feelings in saying that it’s time for her to go; her plans aren’t clear enough yet for her to articulate them and I can’t question or push about them without invoking insecurity in her. And my plans for where I would be, financially and otherwise, at this time in her life, are far different from what we both expected, even 9 months ago. So being at home is a lot of walking on eggshells. Savoring last memories. Trying to impart those last important lessons. And most of all trying to stand back and let her do her thing without trying to control the outcome. I think that’s hard for any parent. For someone with a controlling nature and not much going according to plan, it’s just plain torture.
So here I find myself again; facing a time to remake myself, part crisis, part life cycle. I’m fortunate to know how to do this and still keep who I am whole. And I have a plan; actually a few- gotta have back ups. No specifics I can reveal right away, but know that when I do it will be very juicy. In general, I can say that I am happy to see the time in my life when I can truly focus on myself arriving, and that my thoughts and plans are focused on growing as a dominant and on focusing on myself.
I think it’s best to end this post as just a general update. I have other things to post about, and rather than make one very long post about too many subjects, I’ll just post each of them separately. I *am* going to be blogging regularly again. I’ve missed and needed it, and it won’t take long to become a habit again.