Sharp and Pointy

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Saturday Swinging

I'm a terrible person, I'm sorry, I'm not sure how it's got to Wednesday before I managed to sit down and write about Saturday!


I went to a swingers party with a girl and a guy (I think I may have forgotten to write about them as well, but she and I both squirt like crazy, and he knows exactly where the sweet spot is.) We met up beforehand and went to his place, we had sex, flooded his bed, drank absinthe, and then had a shower, then I discovered that actually my tongue can be put to good use on at least one woman, I'm quite proud of that, I'm ace with guys, that much I know, but I have so much less experience with women! Anyway, then I ended up on the living room floor, and he decided that another flood was in order, so he brought the rain, so to speak, and afterwards, when he went to do his laundry (the sheets really did need a wash) I burst out laughing at sudden images of the people in the flat below suddenly finding a leak in their ceiling. It was a funny image, especially to my orgasm addled brain. Then, even more fun, I discovered that the wooden floor was slippy enough that I could push off the wall and slide a couple of feet on the slippy patch! 


When he got back from doing laundry, we went out to the party, get this, it was a swingers party, with no sex, or nudity allowed. WTF??? Is all I can say to that. What kind of swingers party is it if there's no sex or nudity?!!?!


Anyway, screw the rules, you should know me well enough to guess that I was naked and buried between my lady's legs in short order. We stripped round the pole, and then she sat on the sofa and I practiced my tongue skills, and then the guy made me gush everywhere, again. We had fun. Probably because we broke all the rules!


We met the owner later on the balcony, and he invited us to all future parties, especially ones he mentioned which did not have such swing-inhibiting rules! Apparently, there is a secret venue in a car park where they have secret swingers parties, and people are actually allowed to get naked and have sex. They even have a glory hole party somewhere. Although I confess that doesn't interest me quite as much as the orgies that go on, I do quite like to see whose cock I'm sucking, shocking I know...

Knot a Party

Yes it's a terrible pun, sorry, suggestions for improvements are always welcome! 


I went to a 'meeting' yesterday, a group of rope 'Artists' got together to share skills and tie up naked people, so exactly my kind of place! But it wasn't a party, it was a get together, so I expected to go, get a few knots tied, and chat, and not much more. Sounded ok, but you know me, I get bored with the simple life. Oh, and did I mention that the beardy guy from last weekend was going too? Knowing he'd be there was the reason I went really, being tied up by him was crazy fun!


So anyway, I got there, and it was just someone's flat, and some people were kind of beginners with rope, so it was an educational evening for them, but for those of us who knew what we were doing, it was heaps of fun, there was a bit of discussion first, and we passed around different kinds of rope, and admired the feel of some of them, and got excited about the glow in the dark rope (very cool stuff, but it doesn't feel as nice as my new love, jute.) After we'd partnered up, things got going faster, S (beardy man) knows jujitsu as well as shibari and kinbaku, so I was on the floor pretty quickly, down to underwear already, and oh my lord was I soaking. Spot the rope slut...


He tied me up every which way, and he's a fickle guy, he seemed to change his mind quite often on how he was going to tie me up, and he enjoys manhandling, treating a woman like a rag doll. Fortunately, I have a fetish for being on the receiving end of such treatment, unfortunately, the carpet in the flat was evil, and I have horrible carpet burn on my knees. Oops.... I really should restrict my fetishes for winter, when such things are easier to hide. It's about 101 degrees Fahrenheit at the moment, that's pushing 40 celcius! Wearing jeans is not an option in other words.  


Anyway, it was a great night, I got tied up thoroughly, and suspended briefly, and pinwheeled into ecstasy, and I have bruised tits again (will I never learn...) and I learnt not to tell S that I would be somewhere 'with bells on' he commented on my turn of phrase earlier in the week, and said he'd have to find somewhere to put those bells, but I confess I was a little surprised when he did actually pull a couple of little bells out of his bag of tricks. They attached very neatly to the chain between my nipple clamps, and then he led me around the flat by them, making me jingle like crazy, and humming jingle bells. My nipples are really quite tender today, funnily enough...


Oh it's a hard life being me... Maybe I'll put my Domme hat on tonight, and nothing else...

A little pain never hurt anyone...

Where do I start to tell you about my weekend?! Friday night was a club near Baltimore, technically a swingers club, but every month, one night is handed over to us sexual deviants, sounds fun right? There's a big dance floor, cool people, rooms downstairs for getting one's freak on, although you sometimes have to book rooms, and there are too many private ones where nobody can see what's going on, what's the point I ask you?! I like to watch, and I like to be watched, just being able to hear the screams gets a little boring. I got tied up in one of those rooms. The tier had all the speed of a glacier. I mean really, after an hour, I had a couple of pointless ropes round my waist, and up over my shoulders, nothing was restrained. Completely pointless act if you ask me, and my dear lord did he take his sweet time, and did I mention how horrifically slow he was!?


The night was great fun other than that though, lots of cool people, I did some pole dancing, which is always fun. And then I watched a beautiful scene, a very pretty oriental looking girl got tied up by D, a hot black guy, strong and lean, and fine looking. He suspended her from the ceiling before whipping her, spanking her, pulling her hair, fucking her with a hooters mini baseball bat (of all things!) he teased her nipples, and used 'zippers' on her (zippers, as I found out, are long strings with clothes pegs tied onto them at intervals, so that once they've been applied, they can be tugged off in one long movement, like a zipper!) It was incredible to watch, but even more incredible than watching the scene, was watching the hug that followed, she sat on a high stool in front of him, and he stood between her legs, and they hugged, and the expressions on their faces were beautifully, blissfully, and completely happy, it would have been sacrilegious to interrupt a moment like that, but it would have been great if someone had a camera nearby.  


Saturday night was more fun I think. A house party, middle of nowhere, northern Virginia, long drive into nowhere land, followed by teetering down a gravel drive in heels not made for such surfaces in the dark. The house was nice, big, lots of bedrooms, a garage with a smoking area outside and a couple of st. Andrew's crosses inside, a girl being whipped on one of them as we walked in (me and the couple from the paragraph above.) We stowed our bags, wandered around the house, greeted people we knew, and then I watched as two girls got suspended from the ceiling beams in the living room, an awesome sight, and some beautiful work! As soon as one of the suspension mats was free, my couple had some fun on it, they wrestled, he bit her, pulled her around by her hair, then with his teeth clamped into her thigh, then spanked her hard, she struggled, and their position changed frequently, they were clearly both strong, I guess that's what made it so great to watch. By the time they finished, her ass was a rosy shade, and they were both shiny with sweat from the exertion. They left to smoke, and I found myself suddenly kneeling before a guy I'd never met before, but he looked like he knew what he was doing, and actually knew what I meant when I said 'Kinbaku,' it's my new love affair. The rope marks can be inconvenient, and hard to explain, but they are so worth it!! 
He tied me roughly, tugging me around like a rag doll, torturing my nipples cruelly, pulling on my hair, tying me into uncomfortable positions and enjoying my whimpers of pain. The mats were rough, but not the kind that actually gives you carpet burn (thank goodness!) and I was tied and rolled and pushed and pulled and spanked, and lifted, and lowered, and by the end, I curled up in a ball, hugging his leg as he put away his rope. I'm normally (I like to think) quite good at writing erotica, but I honestly could not do this justice, all I know is I was soaking my pretty green panties by the time he was done! The thing that really stands out in my mind, I think, is the tit squishing. There is probably a technical term for it, but I don't know it. Rope was tied around my tits, which makes them very sensitive after a little while, then I was put on my front, with my arms tied behind my back, and my ankles were lifted off the ground, and high up in the air. Almost all my weight was, by this time, on my poor abused breasts! 


After that, we wandered some more, I discovered a little pool, warm as a bath tub, and salt water, not chlorinated. In there were my friends, and how could I resist the warm inviting water? I got in, and as everyone was skinny dipping, I realised quite how many piercings my escort had! He must set off metal detectors at airports with his prince albert alone! It was huge! Well, being me, I took that as a challenge, and once he'd removed the piercing (very hard things to swallow you know?) I went to work! The blissed out expression on his face was lovely and rewarding. 


After some more socialising, the couple had to leave (there went my chance of a threesome :( ) and I found the man with the beard and the rope again, and got tied up again, and moaned, and gasped, and whimpered, and discovered when he removed his clothes so I could give him a blow job, that he was wearing tighty whiteys, is that ever a good look? Really? Still, he had a nice cock, and I was completely incapacitated, and I wasn't exactly complaining about it!! I discovered then that he was a sadist, my whimpers of pain provoked positive reactions in his cock, which was lots of fun. I guess I was in a funny mood, because I started making him work for those little whimpers. People were falling asleep around us, so I tried to be quiet, but that's not so easy when someone is mauling your breasts, which are already oversensitive from the last time they got tied up and abused! So there was some squeaking going on. He told me then that he couldn't really cum unless he was inflicting pain, a troubling thought when I keep trying to convince the world that I'm NOT a painslut, sure, I enjoy a little bit of pain, but nothing hardcore! We paused then, moved to a comfy chair in a warmer location, cuddled briefly, before I said 'I want to make you cum, but I'm not sure how much pain that would cost me, and I don't want to wake everyone up by being noisy.' I think he interpreted this, as 'make yourself cum' so I corrected him. 'Hurt me.' He didn't need telling twice, he grabbed my nipples, hyper sensitive by now, I struggled and gasped as I choked on his cock, and he started on my breasts again, mauling them roughly, but, somehow, not roughly enough. I looked up into his eyes, 'Harder!' He obliged, and when he came down my throat, I think my nipples were very grateful for the release! We found an empty bed then, and went to bed spooning, 'nobody's ever let me hurt them like that before' he said, and I was all confused, I thought I was a softie! 

A Model Employee

She was a bitch, it was universally acknowledged, a sexy bitch, with a figure that could kill in tight tailored suits, but a bitch nonetheless. She clicked around the office in her sky high heels, the iconic red soles polished to a high shine, her fingernails and lips always painted to match. She cared for nobody but her boss, who's office was at the end of the long open plan section, protected from prying eyes by a partition wall, this meant that she had to walk past every other person's desk every time she went into her own little section, just in front of the chief's office. 
She didn't think much about the other people in the office, it was true, she was far too concerned with her job, and even more so with her boss' needs. It was a demanding job, not only did she have to ensure that his calendar was up to date, his emails were responded to with zero mistakes in the spelling department, and all his calls were dealt with, but she had to do all this with a remotely operated vibrator in her cunt, and a stainless steel butt plug clenched between her cheeks. On top of all of this was the knowledge that if the boss buzzed the intercom, with her favourite sentence, 'could you come in here please' she would have to run into his office, close the door behind her, kneel beside his desk, and be ready to do his bidding. 


It was not an official, or professional working relationship. She would kneel in front of him, hands behind her back, look up into his cool, green eyes, and open her mouth just a little, because, more often than not, it was that he started with. 


Today was a Wednesday, and a busy one, his meetings were going to be almost back to back, and stressful. She had ensured that their conference room was set up to his specifications, the long table cloth was not exactly standard on boardroom tables, but he enjoyed the possibilities it provided. Everything else, the projector, laptops, power cables, coffee and danishes in the corner, and note pads with corporate logos, and matching pens, were as you might expect in any conference room. I set myself up in the room, plugging the Craven's laptop into the projector, and opening the first presentation of the day, I put the opening page up on the screen, and made sure it was all as it should be. I plugged in my laptop next, ensuring that my recording function was going, I was rarely able to get the minutes perfect for one reason or another, so it always helped to know what was said. 


The first meeting went well, a long awaited proposal was delivered to a group of clients, and, as far as I could tell, all the noises in the room were very positive, there was a five minute break before the next group would arrive, and I knew exactly what was expected of me when Craven sat down again after shaking hands with the clients. I dropped to my knees in front of him, looked up at his face briefly to check that I was right, then undid his belt, then his suit trousers, freeing his cock, already standing to attention it sprang out, and I wasted no time in taking it in my mouth. I smiled around it as I heard his half moan, half gasp, and knew that I was doing well. I took him deep into my throat, and caressed every inch with my skillful tongue, making sure I paid plenty of attention to all his particularly sensitive spots, it wasn't long before my efforts were rewarded, I felt his cock stiffen even more in my mouth, and his muscles tense briefly before he gave me a delicious mouthful of cum. I looked up at him, playing with it in my mouth, waiting for a nod of permission to swallow, but it didn't come. 
"You're going to spend the next meeting with your mouthful of cum you little slut, you won't swallow until after the last man is out of the door, understood?" I nodded nervously as you stood up and straightened yourself out. I settled myself back into my seat, and a moment later, the next group filed in, a laptop at the ready to present their proposal for our company, they had a portfolio of images and plans as well, and the meeting went well, I typed out the minutes as fast as I could, trying to concentrate on the words, and not on the mouthful of cum I couldn't swallow. 


When they left at long last, he escorted them out of the building before returning. I sank to my knees once more, then opened my mouth automatically to show that it was still full of cum. "Swallow" he said, smiling, then bent down to kiss my lips (still perfectly red, thanks to permanent lipstick!)


The next meeting was soon after, a discussion over how to solve a technical issue which had been going on for a while, this one was serious, and neither side wanted to admit fault, which made for a lot of careful wording and even more careful minute-ing. I breathed a sigh of relief as they left, and then you pointed to a spot in the middle of the table, I scrambled to my feet, and bent over the table, arms out in front of me, reaching to the other side. You moved behind me, ran a hand over my skirt, then pulled it up to reveal my lace stocking tops, and then my bare ass, pink jewel gripped tightly, I'd been buzzing all morning as you'd left my vibrator on, and I was thoroughly desperate for relief. You ran your fingers along my slit then, and I moaned as you felt exactly how soaking wet I was. You removed the vibrator, turning it off with the remote in your pocket, and put it in my mouth to try and limit my noise. Then, to my relief, you slid your cock into me from behind, I moaned around the vibe as you held my hips tightly and fucked me hard, slowly, deliberately, I whimpered as you brought me to the edge again and again, desperate to cum. Finally, I guessed when you couldn't deny yourself any longer either, you started to fuck me faster and faster, ramming me into the edge of the table, until I spat out a 'please let me cum!' around the vibe, and you gasped 'yes' and we came together, shaking, muscles spasming, and I lay on the table and took deep breaths, and you bent over me, and kissed the back of my neck so that I was shivering all over. I really quite liked meeting days, and it was only lunch time!

My favourite things...

I have my fingers firmly crossed, I just got back from lunch with a rather lovely Italian who wants to pay me obscene amounts of money to meet up with me only 5 or 6 times a month. Think of a number you would think was reasonable for seeing someone that often, then double it, triple it, and add a bit, you might be just about there! If he comes through, then I have officially struck gold. He's a foodie, he lives in New York (and will fly me over to see him whenever we agree to see each other) Honestly, if he's good in bed, I am a winner on all counts!!
We had New Orleans cuisine for lunch, chicken and sausage gumbo followed by red fish with a creamy chilli sauce, and little potatoes, YUM!!!! The restaurant was Acadiana, which doesn't sound particularly southern to me, but whatever, the food was really good! My first taste of good southern fare, and I think I may be moving to the Big Easy just for the food! 


I'm wondering if there's a catch though, I mean, he seems too good be true, and as my parents always told me, if something seems to good to be true, it probably is! I think I may worry until I find out what it is. But in the mean time, I intend to enjoy myself as much as possible at his expense! Am I terrible?