I've just realized something.
I like to bite. Alot.
I have always been a nibbler, but lately my Toy has challenged me to bite harder. I have been testing my limits...and his.
My absolute favorite spot is the apple of his cheek. It's just so cute and round, but I'm afraid of bruising his cheek. (Can you imagine...."How did that happen?") I have been experimenting with other spots too. The ear lobe, of course, is my second favorite. I can bite there pretty hard, but I still don't want to pull a Mike Tyson.
The one place that really gets him squirming is when I bite his cock or balls. When I bite his cock I like to use my incisors...nice and pointy. I love how spongy it feels between my teeth. And how great to feel his balls sliding away from my pressure inside of their sack.
I think I should practice more tonight!
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Saturday, March 3, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Look Out Las Vegas
...because here I come!
My toy and I are getting ready for our annual trip to Las Vegas. However, this year will be different. We will be celebrating our 1 year D/s anniversary! It will be one year almost to the day that we were in Las Vegas discussing our relationship and stumbled into D/s. For us both there is no turning back. We both love this new dynamic to our relationship and have grown closer than ever before. We have changed a lot too. My toy was just reminding me of a time when I refused to pinch his nipples. We had a good laugh over that because now his poor nipples are constantly sore and I accidentally bruised one of his earlobes from biting it too hard the other day.
Vegas is always a sexy time for us. We get to dress up, go out and do what adults do when there are no kids around! I have purchased a few new toys in preparation for our trip. One of them is a remote-control vibrating egg that I will use while we are in public. I can't wait to turn it on while he is at the cash register paying for the sexy new black boots he is going to buy me! (Thanks my little toy!)
I have another fun activity planned for us on Valentines Day. I am going to take him to a tattoo parlor and put my mark on him. His tattoo will be my initials, in MY handwriting. It will be just above his penis on his abdomen. I have made him carry my handwriting sample in his wallet so that we can give it to the tattoo artist when we arrive. Oh, and I should also mention that he hates tattoos and currently has none...but I am about to change that!
Going to Vegas is always good to ignite the imagination. I have a great fantasy that I think about quite often as my toy pleasures me, but it's a little long, so I will post it seperately one of these days. In the meantime I will post a fitting scenario that my toy emailed me recently....
"Oh! I amost forgot!"
Your giddiness makes me nervous. We are in a crowded restaurant and you just got back from the bathroom and you seem really excited. I can tell when you are evil - and judging by the smile on your face you are about to BE evil. You just seem too happy.
After reaching into your handbag and pulling out a plastic bottle and setting it on the table in front of me you smile again. I know what it is. I keep looking at it. My face gets red. There are a lot of people in here.
"What? You said you wanted wine. AND I just made it for you. You look like you really NEED some of me in you."
You seem truely happy - not nervous. Not embarassed. Not self concious.
"Oh, and this."
You hand me a zip lock baggie with my...
"I put lube on it for you!"
...plug in it.
"Go put it in. NOW"
You were no longer being nice. As usual, I found this arousing. I walked through the restaurant, around the tables of people eating, clutching my plug. I was proud - and excited. And I could not wait to return to the table to finish my task.
And the best part is, I know he'd really do it if I told him to. I love playing with my toy.
My toy and I are getting ready for our annual trip to Las Vegas. However, this year will be different. We will be celebrating our 1 year D/s anniversary! It will be one year almost to the day that we were in Las Vegas discussing our relationship and stumbled into D/s. For us both there is no turning back. We both love this new dynamic to our relationship and have grown closer than ever before. We have changed a lot too. My toy was just reminding me of a time when I refused to pinch his nipples. We had a good laugh over that because now his poor nipples are constantly sore and I accidentally bruised one of his earlobes from biting it too hard the other day.
Vegas is always a sexy time for us. We get to dress up, go out and do what adults do when there are no kids around! I have purchased a few new toys in preparation for our trip. One of them is a remote-control vibrating egg that I will use while we are in public. I can't wait to turn it on while he is at the cash register paying for the sexy new black boots he is going to buy me! (Thanks my little toy!)
I have another fun activity planned for us on Valentines Day. I am going to take him to a tattoo parlor and put my mark on him. His tattoo will be my initials, in MY handwriting. It will be just above his penis on his abdomen. I have made him carry my handwriting sample in his wallet so that we can give it to the tattoo artist when we arrive. Oh, and I should also mention that he hates tattoos and currently has none...but I am about to change that!
Going to Vegas is always good to ignite the imagination. I have a great fantasy that I think about quite often as my toy pleasures me, but it's a little long, so I will post it seperately one of these days. In the meantime I will post a fitting scenario that my toy emailed me recently....
"Oh! I amost forgot!"
Your giddiness makes me nervous. We are in a crowded restaurant and you just got back from the bathroom and you seem really excited. I can tell when you are evil - and judging by the smile on your face you are about to BE evil. You just seem too happy.
After reaching into your handbag and pulling out a plastic bottle and setting it on the table in front of me you smile again. I know what it is. I keep looking at it. My face gets red. There are a lot of people in here.
"What? You said you wanted wine. AND I just made it for you. You look like you really NEED some of me in you."
You seem truely happy - not nervous. Not embarassed. Not self concious.
"Oh, and this."
You hand me a zip lock baggie with my...
"I put lube on it for you!"
...plug in it.
"Go put it in. NOW"
You were no longer being nice. As usual, I found this arousing. I walked through the restaurant, around the tables of people eating, clutching my plug. I was proud - and excited. And I could not wait to return to the table to finish my task.
And the best part is, I know he'd really do it if I told him to. I love playing with my toy.
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