Little task (two)

Don't you love to read about women or men, getting tasks to remind them of who is actually in charge?

Maybe you like it when you experience it yourself.

Last night, k and I had a little argument.
That happens, doesn't it.
She was meeting some colleagues in the city I live in and she asked if she could stay over in my appartment. More convenient to her, no driving at night, no alcohol checks...
Of course I agreed, it was after all not the first time this happened, one week ago she stayed over for the first time.

But ones feelings can play a different tune.
When she arrived, I had a faint sentiment that she was in a way intruding in my private, cosy den.
Like a bear's liar that you'd better stay away from.
Just a teeny weeny feeling.
Nothing more.

K is a very intuative person and sensed right away that I had doubts. Even how small they were, she knew.
Damn her and this female intuition...

Anyway, we kept some distance, literally even and in the morning she left to work.
She told me she was going to have lunch with an old friend, a guy she once had a short relationship with.

She texted at noon that she wrote an extensive mail. A mail, as I saw when I read it, to tell me she loves me and that she is thrilled with the path we are walking on now. D/s and everything included does attract her very, very much.

Such mails trigger me to get naughty! So I texted back that I appreciated her mail very much. And then I wrote this.

"Put your feet next to each other, straighten your back, bend it a bit backward and lift your bosom towards him, your ex friend".

I liked the idea of her former friend to see her doing this oh so female gesture, and I could picture him imangining she was doing it for him.

"Just sit like that and after half an hour, go to the toilet and take off your bra. When you are back in your seat, be aware how your nipples get hard and how you are siting there. Know that you do that for Me"

I just got a message from her

"Task completed".

Next time she will not forget to thank Me.

Little task completed

k obeyed.
Just as I told her yesterday, she masturbated.
Late afternoon, I got a short message : Thank you.

Very sweet.

In the evening, she told me what she did exactly.


I came home and went upstairs to the bedroom. I lied down on the bed, and kept my clothes on. I don't know why i started this way, but i guess, i wanted it to last a bit longer. On the computer i read some dirty stories and i put a vib against my pussy, just to warm up.
After a while i stripped strak naked and laid down spread eagle. It was quite cold in the room, but i liked that, it hardend my nipples.
Gently i touched my pussy, my ass, my breasts. With the vibrator, i started teasing myself. My clit, labia, asshole...
It was wonderful.
When my orgasm came closer and closer, i pushed the vibrator in my ass, rubbed my clit with one hand and pinched my left nipple very hard until it did hurt a lot.

When i came, i came very, very hard. I couldnt stop thinking that i came for you.

Isn't k doing wonderful?

I think she is!

Little task

I just texted k that I wanted her to masturbate and send me a text message to thank me.

Half a minute later, she answered that she couldn't. She was in the car and driving to an appointment for her job.

Now is that a good reason to disobey?

I don't think so. I do accept that she is not able to do as told, right away . I did not give her a time limit. But not possible?
No.
I let her know that it is not Me who has to resolve her problem, that's up to her.

I don't mind when she has to wait a bit to touch herself. In fact I am quite happy with that. Her appointment will have an extra edge to it...

I than suggested that every decent bar has a bathroom.

Now I just wait and see when I will get her message.

Exciting!

Patience

I have never been a patient person. Not really. I can let things linger for quite a while, yes, but at a certain point, I want results.

Stepping into BDSM again, I realise that you definitely will not get everything you wish for, right away.
It doesn't work like that.
Never has and never will.

Last night, K and I started making love. It was quite late, we were both tired, but because I gently touched her here and there, she got in the mood and so did I.
I quickly became a lot more rough with her cause I want to and I know that by now, she has a taste for that.

I would like to hurt her.
But I know that pain is one of these BDSM parts that take their time to be introduced. I still am not sure if K is into pain, but I try. Step by step.
Pinching her nipples a bit more than the previous time (quite nasty even), then switch to gently stroking her tits, fingering her ass without lube, smacking her bottom, stroking it lovingly, slap her in the face.

Step by step.

I admit that I m 'swimming' a bit myself too.
But somewhere, deep down I have the knowledge that this is the way.
It comes naturally.

And even though I am not the most patient guy in the world, I can see that I am starting to exactly be that guy...

Miracles do happen...

Trust

In any relationship, trust is vital. Without trust things can get very messed up, very emotional.

K and I are in the 8th year of our relationship and lately we are having some difficulties. I moved out to live on my own, without (yet) exactly knowing what will come of this. It is getting clearer though.

No wonder she is already a bit low on trust.

I used this time on my own, to do a lot of thinking, to find out what my motives were to move to this appartment, to find out how I feel about myself, my life, our relationship.
I started to surf a bit on the internet, reading blogs that were appealing to me, mailing to a couple of the authors. I chatted with someone else and finally started my own blog.
The one you are reading now. (Thanks for that by the way!)

All of this, I did in private, without bringing it into my relationship.

Not because I wanted to hide it, not because I did not dare to talk about it, but because it felt like I uncovered a lot of things and ideas that are 'new' . Not new to me, but to K.
And, maybe the most sensitive aspect of it, these ideas aren't always easy to digest when shown to your partner.

If she should read this blog e.g. K might get the impression that I am someone totally different from the guy she thought I was. So I intended to present all that is written and shown here, at a slow pace.
I know that there is actually no reason at all, to keep these deep, sometimes dark attidudes and interests to myself over the years.
I know.
But things are what they are and you cannot turn back the hands of time.

Now what might happen if K would, by accident, stumble upon this blog and recognise some stories or even recognise a picture?
What might happen with her trust in me?

It is deeply shaken.

And it was.

Last weekend.

I used K's laptop, changed some postings on the blog and shut down her computer without clearing the borwser's history. She needed this history the next day and out of curiosity surfed to this unknown url that showed up.
And it had its effect on her trusting me.
You can imagine her reaction and her feelings.

I am not going to dig deeper into this now, maybe I will later.
We talked a lot, and we talked very openly. And that was good and reassuring for me and for her.
So now there is nothing more that has not yet been uncovered and shown. I am no longer covering up anything.
Let's hope now that out of this turmoil, a new future can develop.

K might be reading this posting too.

I hope she will.

Take her to the top

When I took my first small steps into BDSM years ago with C, experimenting was exiting. It still is. Of course...

C was highly orgasmic. She came easily, she came often, always mind blowing and leg shaking.
One day I told her to sit down in a lounge chair, pull up her legs and close her eyes.
She simply looked gorgeuos when she did, a picture, heartbreakingly vulnerable in her nakedness.

C was a slim girl, long legged, ash blond with small and firm breasts, pink nipples and she had one of these pussys that only show pluffy, outer labia. Hmmm.
And Brazilian waxed. Of course.

She complied immediately, breathing heavily. She sat down, closed her eyes and pulled up her legs.

One of C's marvelous qualities was that she could almost orgasm without any physical stimulation. And I could sense that she was already moving closer and closer to the point of no return.

I orderd her to touch her clit and circle it slowly but I also told her that she was not allowed to come. When she lowered her hand, she sighed and parted her legs a bit further. She almost jumped out of the chair when she touched her clit and started moving her index finger around.

It was such a lovely sight.

I stood behind her and whispered in her ear.
"You like this, don't you? You like it when I tell you to do things, and you like it when I intensely watch you maturbate.
You do, you little slut.
But you CANNOT come, C."
She quickly lifted her finger. She was to close...

Now can you torture a young beauty much longer?

Yes you can.

"Put that finger on your clit again, I didn't allow you to lift it. And you are going to come whe I say so, not earlier."

She obliged and I could see she was definetly getting into trouble. She was holding her breath, a bit later she was gasping, then clenching her teeth... Such a lovely sight!

"Come, C!"

"Come again!"

"And again".

I wish I could relive these moments.
I really do.

Breathcontrol for real

Just finished chatting with a young girl, E, who has a muscle disease and is, because of that, living in her motorised cart.
She and I got in contact a couple of weeks ago and since I am a curious boy, we talked a lot on the obvious topics...

Sex, bdsm, pain, more on sex, and later even more on...sex!

E happens to be fairly experienced in bdsm. Which I find amazing and wonderful with her obvious restrictions.

One of the things she has a good appetite for is breath play.
E has sometimes difficulties finding her breath. She needs extra oxygen now and then, because her pulmonary muscles don't do the job properly.

I was feeling awe when she told me that even with this physical problem, she once tried having her breath controlled by a Dom.
They found a way to make sure she could help herself when she should get into trouble.
The simple fact that she beat her handicap and almost used it to get her into a nice sub feeling, struck me as being of an enormous beauty.

This sub is stronger than a lot of Doms out there.
She is an example.

E, I honour you.