Silence Is Golden … Unless You Have A Blog

IMG_9693Long time, no blog post! I am still here though and I hope to commence with business as usual very soon. Before I do though I’d like to share a short post with you about where I’ve been and why my poor blog has been neglected.

At the end of April I saw an advert in a local tattoo studio looking for a new body piercer. While I wasn’t at the time a body piercer by trade, I felt that my interest in them in previous years combined with my recent foray into needle play, might just be enough knowledge to get me started with the guidance of someone who knew a little more about it.

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As part of my message of interest in the position I explained that I was involved in BDSM and how that includes needle play, and I think it’s safe to say this is the one and only time in my life that being a pervert has landed me a job.

IMG_9842Offering body piercing is fairly new to my studio, and in a town that is inundated with tattoo and piercing studios it is taking time to get ourselves well known as offering this service. Which means I need to find another way to supplement my income.

After doing some little doodles for my colleague who is the lead tattoo artist, she suggested that I do a tattoo apprenticeship. I’ll admit I initially turned her kind offer down. I am extremely passionate about people getting good tattoos, and I honestly felt like I wouldn’t be good enough to make that happen for someone. As time went on though, I started thinking of little designs and I decided that I’d love to be in a position to share them with others.IMG_9994

With that my tattoo apprenticeship began.

That new adventure is the reason for my blog being so quiet. Not only do I have a lot to learn when I’m at work, when I’m at home I am practising my drawing, thinking up new designs and to be honest sleeping a lot more. I am thoroughly knackered. Not only have my working hours increased a fair bit, I am adjusting to a new routine and sucking up a whole range of new knowledge and skills. It is a tiring business. Add that to the fact I am still needed for school runs and general day to day parenting, as well as wanting to see Bakji when I can and do kinky things too. There really hasn’t been much spare time for me to dedicate to writing.

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I haven’t abandoned the blog though. I’ll hopefully get back into the swing of things soon. Myself and Bakji are having a kinky day soon to celebrate his birthday and I am very much hoping that is blog worthy, so stay tuned for more information on that.

 

IMG_9997While they are not perfect, and when I look at them all I can see is how they could be perfect, I would like to share my efforts so far with you. All the tattoos that are pictured throughout this piece of writing are my own work. Both designs and tattooing, with the exception of the Triskele.

Thank you to everyone who is still here, patiently wondering if I’ve dropped off the face of the earth. You are all wonderful and I can’t wait to write some sexy things for you to enjoy. I’m going to spend my morning catching up on this weekends Sinful Sunday posts, and check in with Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday too. Because I’ve missed having the time to check in with your blogs as well.

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Erotica – Addressing His Needs

SinfulSundayLips150I often mention Sinful Sunday on my blog, either when submitting and image or as part of #SoSS posts when I am able to do them. When perusing the submissions for the first weekend of June, which was prompt week, one particular image inspired a line of thinking that ended up being a full blown story. Cousin Pons posted a picture of his feet titled ‘Underneath the Arches‘, and it got me to pondering what a story where a man feet were the catalyst for action. While that isn’t necessarily the story I ended up with, I am actually very fond of the piece of fiction below that did transpire from that initial idea. Thank you Cousin Pons for triggering some inspiration and very much hope you don’t mind me mentioned you image as my starting point for this piece.


Dinner has been served and devoured. As always his culinary skills are only outdone by his commitment to serving me. He works long days, as well as performing his duties for me, and it is appreciated that he never waivers in what is asked of him. He is instructed to sit and relax for a few moments while I prepare myself for our session.

When I return to him he has fallen asleep. Dozing peacefully in his favourite chair, his feet resting on the large footstool in front of him.

I am in charge. My will becomes his with every command I give. If I wake him now and inform him that we are continue our evening session as planned I know he will obey my wishes, without complaint, no matter how tired he is.

As I look upon him though I decide that a change of plan is in order. Moments later my hand is swirling in bubbly bath water and my massage oils are gathered on the side waiting to be put to use. Once the bath is ready, slightly hotter than necessary so it can cool while we busy ourselves with other things, I head downstairs to continue with our evening.

He is still dozing when I warm the oils between my palms, before slowly smoothing my chosen scent onto his feet! My touch begins to rouse him, and he is soon muttering apologies for falling asleep, for not doing the dishes, for ruining the plans. All of which are appreciated, none of which are needed.

He looks at me with a puzzled expression, clearly wondering what the new plans for this evening are. I simply tell him to relax, as my fingers deftly move around the soles of his feet. Relishing the feel of his flesh beneath my own, reflecting on the beauty of what is mine.

As my hands move up his legs, lingering to massage his calves, I giggle to myself at how backward this scene would seem to some people. The Mistress massaging her slave, the lack of punishment for his audacity to fall asleep. Gentle, loving touches replacing the cruel, ballbusting FemDom image that frequents porn. Many ‘One True Way’ Dominant’s would say the Sadism and control is what being a Dominant is all about but I would disagree,

I can feel his body relaxing beneath my touch, and my eyes are drawn to his cock, straining against his chastity cage. As I reach for the key around my neck and release him, his eyes fly open. The shock of being freed waking him from his docile headspace. His mouth opens to speak, but once again I state that it is my wish for him to relax.

Returning to the massage I spend a long time on his thighs, strong and firm. I remember all the times they’ve been on display, with legs raised, or in doggy style eagerly taking my strapon. The begging, the moaning, the pure unadulterated pleasure that pulses through me as I slide inside him. Now isn’t the time to satisfy that particular desire, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun.

Sufficiently relaxed and zoned out he doesn’t register the removal of leggings and knickers. It is only when my thighs straddle his, in his thankfully spacious arm chair, that he becomes aware of my intentions. His voice hesitant he asks if he can touch me, the spirit of this spontaneous change of plans has me saying yes, adding that he has a free reign to touch me anywhere and everywhere during the session.

His hands grip my bottom as I lower myself onto him and it’s me that is moaning in pleasure now. He responds with more touches, alternating between all the spots that he knows will have me aching greedily for more. His mouth finds my nipples and I hold his head to my breast, stifling his breathing while he sucks and nibbles. He may have been given certain freedoms, but he is still mine to do as I wish with.

Certain liberties are taken though, and we are having so much fun, that saying anything but yes is out of the question. He has gradually made his way to the edge of the chair, and with his hands firmly gripping my arse cheeks to support me he stands up and lowers me down onto the chair, pushing the footstool against it so I can wriggle forward and lie back, my feet propped gently on the edge of the footstool. 

Fingers find their way, tentatively dancing between my folds in case I withdraw his permission to play freely. I don’t though, not today. He wastes no time in bringing me right to the edge of orgasm, and when I fall over that edge, wow do I fall. The combination of pleasure he uses is a heady mix. His finger work and his perfectly place thrusts once he has moved to using his cock, as his hands roughly use my breasts to steady himself, all of this alone would be enough to cause me to climax. His body language though is what truly causes my pleasure to soar today.

Kneeling on the floor his pelvis is perfectly aligned with mine as I lie back on the footstool and armchair, his head is bowed, and as cliche as it sounds, he reminds me of a man at prayer. I am both his Goddess and his Temple in these moments; he enters me, to worship me, to get lost in and find clarity in the belief he has in me and it is beyond a pleasure to be those things for him.

To onlookers, the D/s dynamic we have might be lost on them if they were to see the deep, hard fucking he was giving me, and the bruises that are surely forming from his grip on my breasts will not scream ‘caused by a submissive male’, but the words he manages to utter between heavy breathing and moans of satisfaction tell me everything is just as it should be.

‘Please may I come Mistress.’

With that he raises his head for the first time and holds my gaze, it is always my choice as to whether or not he comes. Sometimes the answer is yes, often the answer is no. I want him to feel that release today though, I want the ripples of orgasmic delight to ricochet through him, to render him spent and incapable of further action.

When his orgasm is complete he flops forwards, his head resting softly at my breast. His tiredness returning, now multiplied by his physical activity, his speech is a whisper, but I hear the words ‘Thank you Mistress’ fall from his lips, his breath tickling against my nipple as they do so.

Despite his tiredness, I rouse him and lead him upstairs. I can see mild hint of concern as to whether or not he will be capable of whatever I ask him, his weariness now thoroughly starting to set in again. When he sees the bath he smiles broadly and simply says; ‘For me?’

I nod my head and usher him forward. He sighs deeply as the water soothes him, it’s warmth penetrating him to his core, just as moments ago he had done to me. Sponge and soap at the ready, I start to wash him, my hands taking occasional detours along my favourite parts of him. We do this in silence as he rests, slowly being beckoned towards sleep once more. I know once he his dry he will fall into bed, and sleep will comes in an instant.

Tomorrow when he wakes he will ask me, as he always does, and as many others have before, and will again, why I do this for him? My answer is simple, caring is not an act of submission, I am not betraying my role as Dominant by looking after him when I see fit to do so. He is mine, I own him, he is my property and my most treasured possession at that. Why would I not care for something  so precious to me? Why would I not ensure that he is fit, healthy and well rested? All of which he needs to be to serve me as beautifully as he does.

In many ways I am at my most Dominant in these moments. Taking charge and doing what needs to be done, at times when he may not realise he needs these things himself.


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Wicked Women

I love women. Well I love all genders, but this post is specifically about women. But I promise I’m not leaving the rest of you out. You will get your post another day.

IMG_9080.JPGGrowing up I really struggled to make friends with or maintain friendships with other girls. There was always an underlying feeling of competition and bitchiness that I found very hard and had no desire to participate in. When I joined the kink scene it was with the same level of hesitancy about forming female friendships.

When it comes to kink, the friendships I have formed have been far more intimate and rewarding than any non-kink friendship I have ever had. I have friends I play with, from chaste kisses to full sex, both may or may not be accompanied by all manner of kinky joys. While to the non-kink world these encounters would move things from friendship into something else, for me this is what friendship sometimes looks like within the kink community. 

When I began exploring non-monogamy I was a little bit unsure of how I would fit in. As an onlooker to other people’s dynamics and as a sometimes unicorn in other people’s dynamics, I started to form a very fixed view … ‘I need to be open to friendships with the women who I might encounter as metamours.’

Unicorn: Single, bisexual female who is willing to be involved with both members of an existing couple.

As a non-monogamous person, as opposed to an actively poly person, metamour might not be the best word for me to use, it is however shorter than saying ‘my sexy friend’s other sexy, but potentially more casual friend/s’, so we are going to use metamour for the duration of this article.

I have spoken briefly of the fact that in the early days of our relationship Bakji had a non-monogamous adventure that was hard for me in many ways. In hindsight and with a lot more knowledge about what I need from non-monogamy, I know that a good chunk of my issues stemmed from the lack of friendship between she and I.

At one point a mutual friend stated that it was because the other lady in question was ‘intimidated by me’. Okay fair enough, I was willing to work with that information and did my best at an event to start a conversation and try to build some kind of friendship with her. To be clear, she was straight, and I was not trying to find my way into their dynamic. I just wanted to know her a little bit. What she liked, what her hopes for the future were, who she was a person. 

I unfortunately formed some heavy judgement about her when she rebuffed my attempts at friendship. Even now, I don’t doubt that she was probably a lovely person, after all Bakji has pretty good taste, but I cannot get over the fact she was so willing to quite literally leave her marks on Bakji, while being intimidated by me, but could not find her way to even have a vaguely friendly conversation with me.

Metamour: The partner of one’s partner, with whom one does not share a direct sexual or loving relationship.

I understand that even within polyamory, where feelings are often more developed and longer term, that some people do choose not to be close friends with their metamours and I place no judgement on those people. For me though, for my personal sanity and the way I am as a person, I need that friendship. We don’t have to be BFF’s and we don’t have to play together. I do however expect us to exchange pleasantries and be up front with each other about fancying the pants of the same person.

I had started to think I was alone in this. That the kind of relationship I wanted with a metamour was out of reach. Even in dynamics where this appears to be present, I have seen the underlying feelings definitely be something other than friendship. I don’t want to compete, or be scheming against someone.

Then we made new friends, and I met women who were like me. Women who seem to embrace other women and want to build them up. Some of the women I know in real life, some of these women I only speak to online. All of them I have oodles of love and respect for.

We have since the Autumn of last year been getting our non-monogamy on a little bit more and there have been so many moments that have made me smile both inwardly and outwardly, because it feels like I am finally meeting women who feel the same as me. Who don’t want to sneak around trying to woo Bakji, but are willing to be open and honest. Which is brilliant for me because then I get to tease him about it, and then is a huge thrill for me in our dynamic.

We currently aren’t looking towards polyamory, but as I keep saying to Bakji, never say never. If that day does come though I want the fact that there is two of us to be an asset to someone, not an issue. Even if it is someone I am not intimately involved with myself, I want her to know my door is always open, for questions, for worries, for sharing happy moments. Again that might not work for everyone, but I would extend that kindness to anyone I am friends with. To not offer to someone my partner was involved with seems baffling to me.

I mentioned women I had encountered online only and they are the ladies I’d like to talkIMG_9079.JPG about next. Through getting involved in memes like Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday and Sinful Sunday I have connected with so many wonderful people. I also have Twitter and Instagram to thank for helping me discover a whole host of awesomeness.

One of the things that struck me about the online sex and kink blogging communities is the huge amount of support that is offered to new writers, or new photographers as it is for Sinful Sunday. Now I will state that throughout all those memes the support comes from all genders. It was the interaction between other women that struck a chord with me though. Purely because it is so far removed from the experiences with women I had growing up.

I feel so lucky to have connected with people who are so committed to building up other people instead of tearing them down and it gives me faith in humanity and hope for future friendship building to know that ladies with a similar mindset to mine do exist. Women who want to encourage, support and create meaningful connections with other women without secretly trying to be their undoing.

I don’t want to name and cause blushes to anyone specific, in part because privacy is a thing, and also because I’m bound to forget someone. If you’re a participant of any of the memes I mentioned then I mean you, if you run those memes, I definitely mean you. If I follow you on Twitter and like your tweets, I mean you. If we’re Instagram pals and I’ve liked or commented on any of your pictures I mean you. If I like or comment on your blog posts I mean you. If I know you in real life and we’ve been on adventures together, I mean you. If I’ve frolicked gleefully with your boobs and smooched your face I mean you. If we’ve Whatsapped each other this week about sexy things, then I definitely mean you. To all the women who are in my life, this means you.

You are all wonderful and I think each and everyone of you is delightful. Thank you for your continued inspiration and support.

For those of you who don’t identify as female you are also fabulous and your support and inspiration is also valued, and I hope this blog post is received in the spirit it was intended. Not to exclude or berate other genders, but but to celebrate the beauty and spirit of friendship between women.


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#SoSS – Wicked Masturbation!

IMG_6998Apologies for being behind on these #SoSS posts lately. May was a bit of a manic month for me. My first ever holiday with Bakji, to the wonderful New York City, a new job, the loss of my beautiful little cat and half term means I’ve been rallying hard to just keep the changes in routine from setting my anxiety skyrocketing.

It’s June now though and perhaps that is a good time to start a fresh, treasure my May memories and let the tough times go somewhat. I think a great way to start June of right is by sharing some truly sexy blog posts with you.

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Is BDSM Curious a Valid Kink?

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1The wonderful Posy Churchgate wrote a piece for this week’s Masturbation Monday called ‘Under My Thumb.’ At the end of the piece, which I found to be a very thought provoking read, and while I began to comment on her post directly, I feel that my thoughts might be suited to some of my readers here.

 

Can You Be ‘BDSM Curious’?

“Since joining the kink community which surrounds the Twitter sex bloggers, I have begun to refer to myself as BDSM curious.  I don’t know if it’s an actual ‘thing’ …” – Posy Churchgate

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#MasturbationMonday – I Have Fallen in Love!

It’s true. I have fallen in love. Truly, madly, deeply in love with my new Doxy.

1526923841678.jpegI wouldn’t normally discuss a product for a Masturbation Monday post. I tend to go for a piece of erotica in the hope that some of you will put your hands in your pants while reading it. Sometimes though we are left with no choice but to mix things up.

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#SinfulSunday – Baring All

Hi I’m Floss. I take nude photos and sell them for money and I have no shame or regret over doing so.

I find nudes boring as hell to take, the only thing that makes them worth doing is the money.

Recently though I took one that I actually looked at and I really loved it. Which I don’t normally. Not because I particularly dislike my nude body, but more because I just find my own nudity a little dull.

The image below though seems far from dull and I decided that means it must be perfect to share with you guys for Sinful Sunday …

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Every week there are so many amazing images in the Sinful Sunday link up, please do click on the link below the lips to check them out. Consider getting involved too, it is a such a wonderful community and I think we all find something we never expected to when we get involved, who knows what awesome thing that might be for you.

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