BDSM

Kikkou

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST WILL CONTAIN NUDE PHOTOS OF MYSELF. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The title means “rope harness”.

Just before we moved into our own apartment, my ex-fiance and I did a little rope bondage, as I was feeling a little forlorn that he had shared something so intimate with a girl he hardly knew in Seattle (and the bitch had been naked too, grrrr….., though it hadn’t been sexual in nature, just practice for him with tying knots and such), but he had never done anything regarding rope with me. And I had gone to a lot of trouble of getting into the rope community here in my own city just because he was getting into it in Seattle. So understandably, I was a little upset.

So one day, he decided to try his hand at creating a rope harness around my body using only his memory of what he had learned in Seattle (and from books I had bought from the sex store I worked at and sent him as presents). The following was the result:

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It was very intimate, having him wrap the rope around me and tie me up. Extremely erotic. I loved it. And I loved the harness itself. I found, and still find it, beautiful.

And afterwards, we had absolutely AMAZING sex with me still in the harness. He would pull on it to pull me closer, to just move me around and control me, and it was glorious. I definitely reached subspace that day. And the rope was so soft and supplicating against my skin. We used the Japanese Silk Bondage Rope from the Fetish Fantasy Series by the company Pipedream.

He can be an amazing lover when he wants to be, it’s just that with my sex issues and us rarely having sex, the sex between us had become so mundane and honestly kind of boring. There was no spark, no passion, no…love. Or at least it didn’t feel like there was any love… 😦 And it made me very very sad. That probably explains why I was having trouble orgasming during sex with him. But that’s a topic for another day. This post was just to showcase the beauty of my harness.

Even if it makes my heart ache a little.

💔

Erotica- D/s Experience

Dearest Readers!

I know it’s been a very very VERY long time since I posted on this blog, and for that I apologize. Unfortunate happenstances occurred within my life and to me to cause me to be unable to keep up with the blog and kept me from being able to come back to it…

But fear not! For I have returned! And to kick-start the restart of Sex and the Holy City, I give you a tale of erotica written by your’s truly to get you all BACK “in the mood” for this blog… 😉

Now for something a little different… 😉

****WARNING: SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON’T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT****

I preen for him before the camera, massaging my perky breasts and pushing them together, flicking a playful tongue over the soft skin as he glances my way, his eyes attracted by my movements. He slowly smiles, asking what it is that I think I’m doing.

“Why, distracting you, of course,” I reply simply and mock-sweetly, fondling myself even more and running finger tips lightly over my nipples with a broad grin at him.

I tell him I’m feeling frisky and demand his attention, even though he’s on the other side of the country, and we’re merely interacting through computer screens and webcams.

I whip out our trusty dildo, Proxy, a new toy for us, a gift from him purchased and given to me during his latest visit to see me, only a month or so prior. I grin even more broadly as I drag my long tongue up the side of the toy, nipping at it ever so slightly, continuing to grin at him the whole time.

He chuckles deeply, his voice thick with growing desire. And as I hope, he sets aside his video game console and turns his attentions soley towards me.

“I want to try something,” I say implishly, brandishing the dildo like a sword at my triumph of finally staking a claim on his wayward attentions and smiling wildly.

“And what is that?” he asks, his smile evident in his voice.

“I was to try a D/S type situation…” I say slowly, but deliberately. “Where we get to be in control, and you can tell the other what to do in all ways… but maybe for only a day at first.” I hastily add the last part.

He agrees that it could be fun, and I tell him he gets to go first. I notice it’s after midnight already, and tell him his day has already begun, with a smile full of lust.

His attitude immediately changes. He becomes calm and cool and totally in control. He is commanding and demanding, and before him I become the meek, subservient little slave to his “master”, something I never thought possible.

I give myself wholly into the game, into the spirit of the experience, doing as he commands, knowing that he would never ask of me anything that would cause me great pain, trusting in him completely that he won’t lead me astray and will only lead me to a realm of pleasure.

When he commands to me to rub my dildo on my face, I willingly oblige, without hesitation. When he commands I spit on my breast and rub it into my nipple, I do as he says, with a demure “yes, Master”.

He does punish me for slip ups, but in ways that are effective towards me. He cuts the camera off so that I can no longer see his beautiful face or the glorious erection of his perfect penis. He knows this agitates me, but I do not complain, merely accepting my punishment, and continuing on with my work, until he feels I have satisfactorily made up for my mistakes, and cuts his camera back on.

My biggest mistake is calling him “Sir” instead of “Master”, which I blame on my southern upbringing. I curse myself everytime the word “Sir” begins to slip out, but as the night wears on, I learn to catch myself, and replace it with the dutiful “Master”.

And what a kind and gentle master he is, perfect for me in this new exploration of our sexuality. I could never abide a hard “Master”, one who punishes cruelly or with pain. MY “Master” says things such as “your pleasure is my pleasure”, and seeks to bring me only joy and release, not pain or humiliation. The most severe name he calls me is “slave”, and even that has a tenderness to it, as if he only says it because it means I belong to him and him only in the most thorough way one can belong to another.

He orders me to bring myself to orgasm, by any means necessary, and I do so gladly, taking pleasure in his guttural noises as he enjoys the way this whole new experience has aroused me and something inside of me.

I cum hard and fast, my infamous ability to squirt aiding me in showing just HOW much I enjoyed myself, and I as I come down from the heights of ecstasy, he orders me to bed, and gives me my instructions for tomorrow, to await him online dressed as he desires…

Sensation-al

I have very little experience with it, and what little I believe I do have has mostly been while whacked out on meds, but I believe I went into “subspace” the other night during sex with my boyfriend.

“Subspace” is usually a BDSM term that refers to the “out of body experience” submissives experience during a “scene” that comes about after intense levels of “sensation/stimulation” (usually in the form of pain). My subspace was induced from just intense stimulation that was mostly pleasure, only a little pain, which I would classify more as a bit of “roughness”.

During my subspace experience the other night, I felt my whole body tingling and I was just existing in pure bliss and mindless and I was perfectly at peace with everything in the Universe. I felt euphoria, like I was floating. I was just overwhelmed by sensations, being the “sensation whore” that I am (hehe), and I let them take me on a ride into a wave of pleasure and inner peace and balance and connection to him that I’ve never felt before.

And that’s part of what I love most about sex: connecting with him. It’s like we’re one entity when we make love. He strikes something at the very core of me, of my soul, and bring me to a place of freedom and joy and love and light and perfection. When we’re together as one, I feel complete and whole. It’s euphoric.

I hope to continue to be able to enter subspace with him and to deepen our connection more intensely and intimately than ever before with my new-found sexiness/aka med-induced sexiness that I hope becomes my own new-found sexiness on a regular basis.

😉

BDSMmmm…..

Let me explain a little more about my experiences with BDSM.

I’m not into the whole “pain” aspect of it. I dabble in dominant/submissive play and I’m what one of my kinky friends calls a “sensation whore”. I like things like electric shock and sensual massage.

I admit I DO like a little pain while having sex, but that’s mostly a vaginal thing, not really pain on any part of my body.

I like rope because it’s like art. The intricate knots and elaborate ties are masterworks and I love to be the canvas on which the art is created.

I know rope can be sensual but I’ve yet to experience that side of it, though I hope to one day get the opportunity too. I’ve witnessed a few sensual rope scenes and they are incredibly erotic and beautiful and arousing. I watched a professional rigger cut the clothes off one of my friends with a pocket knife then roughly tie her up with force and intent but with concern for her safety at all times and then passionately touch and kiss her. It was incredible.

I was jealous, I admit, because the passion in the scene was so evident and I longed for that. I do have that passion in my life now, as opposed to not having it then, but I still hope to incorporate rope back into my life at some point, and to hopefully incorporate it into my sex life with my boyfriend.

I would like to tie him up and be tied up by him.

In the realm of D/s, I have a story I wrote about my foray with my boyfriend into it, and I may post that here for you to read, though I warn you it is very erotic, as it is erotica after all.

I also recently came into possession of a copy of a book called “A Little Bit Kinky”, so keep an eye out for that too. 😉

Knotty Girl

My boyfriend, during the course of our relationship, moved to Seattle, WA for about three years to find himself and do some growing up. Though the separation was painful, it allowed up both to grow, as individuals and as a couple, in ways that we would never otherwise have gotten the chance to.

While he was out there, he became interested in “the lifestyle”, otherwise commonly known as BDSM. I began working at the sex store around this time, so endeavored to discover all I could about BDSM in order to share in this new found interest of my lover’s.

This isn’t a post to educate about BDSM though. This is just to share my experience with it. I encourage anyone who wants to learn more to do some research and I’ll even review a book a two down the line here in this blog that I think are good for getting into the lifestyle or just for learning more about it.

Anyway, back to the story. Lol.

I discovered there was a local BDSM group in my town and I decided to go to one of their public meetings and see what it was all about, especially because the meeting was being held at my store, so I felt comfortable with the idea of being at my place of work.

That’s how I became involved in rope.

My boyfriend, who is actually my fiance but I just still say boyfriend until concrete wedding plans are laid down 😉 , was high interested in the rope tying aspect of BDSM, so I joined the sect of the BDSM group here that dealt with that.

I was overwhelmed by the kindness and acceptance I received from the lovely people of both the regular BDSM group and the rope group and I was NEVER pushed to do anything outside of my comfort zone. I was never asked to take off my clothes, EVER, and my health problems, of which there are a myriad, were respected and even made priority when it came to tying me up.

My rigger, or the person tying me up primarily, was a middle-aged guy who was kind, compassionate, and had a penchant for wearing kilts. ol. He was hilarious and charming and now lives in the upstate with his mate. He was never anything but gentle and concerned when he tied me up, and he created some seriously stunning pieces of art on my body.

I have recently been not attending much of the groups events, both rope and regular, and I’ve been working a TON and my boyfriend moved back home about a year ago and seems to have lost most of his interest in the lifestyle, which I am completely okay with and accepting of.

The community still accepts me as one of it’s own though and welcomes me to events if I ever get the chance to go. These people have really opened my eyes to the kinky side of sexuality and showed me that it’s okay and even wonderful to be different sexually and that it doesn’t have to always be just normal or “vanilla”. They’ve helped me become more accepting of sexuality as a whole and not to be ashamed of it, but to embrace and cherish it and to actually LOVE it.

For that, I thank them. Immensely.

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