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Most Common Fetish Requests – Cam Models Experience

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You’d be surprised at how many cam girls aren’t in it for the money. A lot of them actually appreciate the fact that people open up to them, and some of their viewers can talk to them about pretty much anything. That being said, some of the most popular webcam girls confirm they get a lot of the common and sometimes weird fetish requests.

People don’t really admit to their kinks and fetishes often, usually because of a fear of being judged, but being anonymous on the web does help them open up. Have you ever thought about revealing your kinks to a random stranger who has very likely heard of them, and maybe experienced them and knows what they’re like? Well, a lot of the viewers do exactly that, which is why we’re looking at some of the most common fetish requests, straight out of the cam girls’ mouth.

BDSM

This is arguably one of the most popular kinks out there, and yes, BDSM is definitely popular in the camming world, too. You’re looking at a power exchange which is extremely sexual, between the viewer and the model, and that gets a lot of people’s sex drive going. This is why you’ll come across a huge number of cam girls that focus on BDSM streams to keep their viewers happy.

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But it’s not just the number of cam girls that focus on BDSM, it’s the variety and quality, too. There are Dominatrixes that will keep you in check and make sure you’re obedient, for example, and you’ll be surprised at how good of a job they do, even though they’re not technically next to you. Cuckolding, ballbusting, nipple torture – you name it, they’ll be happy to do it for you.

Feet

Some people look at it as a joke, but for others, it’s incredibly serious. It’s another one of the world’s most popular kinks, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that it’s on this list. When it comes to feet fetishes, viewers tend to enjoy a lot of different things. Some get turned on by toenails, others are keen on the soles, but they want cam girls to do quite a lot for them. And they usually get their wishes to come true – many cam girls love it, too. Of course, you’ll need to tip handsomely for that to happen, but if that’s your thing, you shouldn’t mind spending a few bucks.

Tights and Stockings

When it comes to clothing, stockings and tights are the top choice. For many viewers the model doesn’t even have to put on anything special – a regular pair of stockings goes a long way. However, cam models that want to go the extra mile will go for something like silk or lace stockings, or maybe even fishnets – they’ve been a kink for a while now. And there’s another reason why cam girls love them, they’re easy to put on or off, and a tip will get you a long way towards getting what you want. While arguably less popular, tights are a popular request, too.

If you’re an aspiring cam model, many seasoned ladies recommend that you also add a matching pair of panties and suspenders when you’re going for stockings. This takes people to a whole other level of crazy, and if done with the right audience, can lead to you making a hefty amount in tips.

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PVC, Rubber and Leather

These three are fairly different from one another, but they do have a thing in common – they’re all very, very tight, and have a mesmerizing effect on viewers. PVC and rubber are the slightly less popular option, because they come with a smell that people adore, but can’t really feel through the webcam. However, leather is a very, very in-demand thing, which is why a lot of models have a whole dresser of leather things like trousers, coats and jackets, and a tip will very likely make them open up that dresser and put something on.

The problem with these clothing items are that they’re very difficult to put on and off, so if you’re not in the mood for a tip, you could look up some of the cam girls that focus specifically on these kinks and fetishes – they’ll drive you crazy before you know it.  

Lead by untamable lust for pleasure I indulge in sex and different types of adult work. I am a former stripper and occasional cam model. When I don’t engage I write about my experience and hot stories. Life is short so I plan on staying wild for a little while!

This week in kink: June 14, 2021

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Check out this riveting article about how Fifty Shades of Grey changed how society thinks about sex from the New York Post!

Click below to learn more!

https://nypost.com/2021/06/01/how-50-shades-of-grey-changed-our-sex-lives-forever/

There are many misconceptions when it comes to kink and BDSM.

One of our missions is to dispel these myths.

Click below to read an interesting article on the matter from HelloGiggles!

This week learn about Tim Stokely, the man who created OnlyFans!

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Rebuilding After Trauma

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There are many commonalities in the kink community.  As hard as it is to admit, many of us have a history of trauma.  Though the causes vary, they impact our interactions in BDSM heavily.  So we are going to explore what you can do if you need to renegotiate or build a scene after recent trauma. 

Trauma is defined as “a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.”  

This is a broad definition.  We often equate trauma to incidents that result in physical injuries or abuse.  But trauma can be anything.  Trauma can happen as a result of a death in the family, stress from work or family, near death experiences, abuse, accidents, and mental health imbalances.  This is, by no means, a comprehensive list.

For example, due to repeated deaths in my family in a short period of time, and a couple of traumatic experiences from when I was a teenager, I deal with the effects of PTSD.  My brain just sort of short circuits at times.  On an average day, it does not affect me much because I have learned to cope with it.  However, when I delve into play, the closer I get to sub space, the less control I have in my head.  Sometimes, that means disassociation.  Sometimes it is moments of extreme panic or fear.  

Outside of play, and regardless of the control you have over your mental health, your trauma does influence all aspects of your life. It can change the route you take home from work or where you work.  It can change how you sleep or whether the light stays on at night.  It can affect how you talk and who you talk to.

In kink, and often as a result of trauma, many suffer the effects of PTSD, severe depression, anxiety, agoraphobia, fear of men/women, nightmares/ Night terrors, and more.  Some people lose their sense of self and their independence.  

Some seek help.  Some don’t.  Some find relief in a bottle and some in pills.  Some never sleep and some only sleep.  Some learn to cope, and some don’t.  Some move on and some don’t.  Some give up and some don’t.   

It is an individual experience and recovery.

As mentioned previously, you don’t need to look hard to find a lot of trauma survivors in BDSM and Kink.  We all have our own reasons for delving into kink and dealing with our mental health.

Some use kink to reclaim their independence.  It allows them to reclaim the moments they felt helpless and take back control.  Some use kink for coping.  

And, for some, they attempt to keep their trauma and their kink separate.

I do not personally believe the last statement is possible.  Even the most careful of individuals can be triggered unintentionally.  Because of this, it is important to figure out how to renegotiate and build a scene after trauma, to meet the needs of both yourself and your partner(s).

The steps below are built on the premise that you were involved in kink prior to the traumatic event.

Step 1: Be honest (to yourself and your partner) about your mental and physical state.

As much as we would love to pretend the trauma has never happened, it did.  You and your partner need to accept that.  You also need to clearly state your current needs.  Do not allow yourself or your partner to assume that your wants, needs, and desires are the same as they were prior to the traumatic event.

Step 2: Negotiate with what you can do, not what you can’t

Feeling powerless is common with trauma.  You may find yourself hesitant or even fearful of things you consider to be “simple.”  There is no shame in doing what is best for you.  If you cannot handle hugs any longer, or need someone to ask ahead of doing so, be clear in those expectations.  Because there may be so many more things that you cannot do/have done as before, it is important to not lose yourself in what you “cannot do.”  Instead of negotiating with your partner about what is off-limits, change the parameters.  

“I would like you to do X, but I need you to keep eye contact with me.”

“I would like to feel your weight on me, but without restraint.”

“I need you to use my name when you talk to me.  Please speak clearly so I know it is you.”

“I need skin to skin contact and I need you to stay above the waist.”

“I want to be flogged with my shirt on.”

Any of these options are considered green behaviors for this individual.  It states what you wish to do and how it needs to be done to minimize triggering.

Step 3:  Watch for frenzy.  It can happen after long bouts of inactivity, not just to people new to the lifestyle.

Sometimes we remove ourselves from kink all together when trauma occurs.  When we feel strong enough to get back into the scene, it is easy to lose yourself into frenzy.  The feelings that you had thought forgotten come rushing back, and with it, so does the desire to get back into everything.  

Watching for frenzy also means watching for extreme drop.  We, as people, like to believe that we will always be able to do everything at the level we currently do it.  Maybe, prior to your break, you could take an hour long beating with a cane.  Most likely, after that break, you will not be able to. To play safely, it is better to start as though you are new and gauge your tolerance from there.  But it can be a blow to both your ego and your self-esteem to “feel less than” we once were.  Tolerance can be relearned.  Pushing too fast, though, can reignite the trauma responses that required the break in the first place.

Step 4: If needed, write down the negotiation.  This way you can review it and revisit it before play, if needed.

I am not suggesting a contract.  I am suggesting more of a journaling exercise.  Write down where you want to start, your goals, and your reactions to things as they occur.

This includes determining who will be involved in the scene, participating or watching?  What will happen?  What is your safeword?  What are the boundaries?  Are the scene boundaries different than your everyday ones?  Do you have a panic option if your safeword becomes unuseable?

What happens though if the trauma happens during kink?  Or if it happens with your current partner?  Does that change how we renegotiate or build a scene?

In my mind, it does.

Trust is paramount in a dynamic.  When that trust wavers, it can make kink so much more dangerous.  For example, you can lose the comfort and confidence needed to safeword.  As much as most Dominants seem like mind-readers, they are not.  They need to know their partner will 22speak up when necessary, to prevent hurting the submissive.

Below, I have an altered set of steps to help guide the reestablishment of boundaries and the renegotiation of terms in an existing dynamic.

Step 1: Make sure you are both emotionally recovered enough to discuss logically.

Was the trauma caused by yourself?  Your partner?  Did it happen during a scene?  Was the trauma an accident, miscommunication, or malicious?  Is it unrelated?

These are important questions to ask yourself.  Trauma that is unrelated may be easier to navigate with a partner than something caused by them.  The same goes for the intention behind what happened.

Accidents and miscommunication happen in scenes.  My first scene with Master was at a public party as pick-up play.  I thought we had negotiated a flogging. Turns out, he was under the impression we negotiated an impact scene that involved floggers.  In this instance, it turned out to be a beneficial miscommunication.  

Later on, in our relationship, we did impact play at a party and a couple hours later we tried fire play.  Turns out, even a light flogging (one that doesn’t leave marks) can weaken the skin enough that fire play can burn (when it otherwise would not).  Technically, I was injured because my skin was burned.  It was a small crescent shaped mark and for me, was a plausible outcome to the risky stuff we engage in.  In this example, neither instance impacted my trust in Master.  But, I have seen similar instances that have traumatized submissives and made them very skittish.

Step 2: Read through the current rules, together, and discuss their meaning.

When we first begin in kink, there are often a set of rules that we put in place to set the boundaries of our dynamics.  Over time, those can change or evolve.

Due to personal issues with food in my past, one of my rules is that I must eat 3 times a day (or six tiny meals to help with my diabetes).  When my dad died last year, I couldn’t bring myself to eat through my grief.  But I had to, because it was a rule.  I essentially made myself extremely sick.  So, I had to reach out to Master and ask for an amendment.  The rule adjusted to eating 2 times per day and I could use a meal replacement shake if needed.

We were not discarding everything that we had set forth, but we were adjusting them as needed to make sure I was ok.

Step 3: Recognize if any of the current rules contributed to the trauma.

**The rules I use as an example below are just rules that I have had mentioned to me by other submissives that have encountered issues.  I have a personal belief that as long as rules are consensual, then they can be anything the Dominant and the submissive wish**

Some rules can add to the negative headspace left by trauma.  For example, some dynamics have a rule that issues will be discussed once a month during a free chat.  This could lead a submissive to believe they cannot speak up when needed.  

Another example is a rule that does not allow safewording during a punishment.  Is this something that foster’s fear in the submissive?  Can this lead to triggering during a punishment without recourse to remove themself from the situation?

Step 4: Remove or adjust any rule that has impacted either the D-type or s-type’s state of mind.

Step 5: Keep the number of rules manageable.  Trauma impacts the mental and physical states.  If you are still recovering, having too many rules can make you feel like a failure and having too few can maximize your feelings of not being wanted or useful.

Step 6: Make a plan to maintain the healthy mindset.  Whether this is through therapy, medication, maintenance discipline, etc.  Recovering from trauma is fluid.  It does not just stop and get cured.

Ultimately, you are stronger than your trauma.  No one will know your reactions better than you.  There is no right or wrong answer in your decisions, kink related or not.  Your kink goes at the speed that you determine is best.  Never let anyone try to force you to change.

Lastly, as cruel as it sounds, your trauma is your trauma.  Just as you have the right to play at your discretion and pace, others have the right to choose not to play with you.  This is not a reflection on either person’s character.  Some people are not willing or able to deal with the aftereffects of trauma.  This is their right.

When you vet a new partner, or renegotiate with an old partner, Be honest, clear in your expectations, and open about your mental health.

My name is Joji.  I am 29 years old currently and I have been in and around the kink community about 15 years.I am a collared submissive to Magick42.  I am also a Daddy to a wonderful babygirl, and have been for more than three years now and I find it very fulfilling.  I am being mentored in and being taught electroplay.  I am a masochist at heart and thoroughly love impact play, especially caning.  I enjoy reading anything I can get my hands on and am a die hard Harry Potter and Doctor Who fan.  I am also the secretary for a group in Idaho called Moscow S.P.A.R.K.E (Simply Providing Another Route to Kink Education).  It is our mission to teach safe practices to those new to the community and give them a safe haven to ask questions and learn without judgement.  We accept all kinks and all we ask in return is respect between all our members.

The Impact of Sex Work on Women’s Romantic Relationships

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The idea of having a long-term relationship with a sex worker can be intimidating in many ways. Besides regular dating problems every couple has, you have to face the fact that the person you love is sharing their body with other people. Apart from that, there is a social stigma on everyone who makes money with sex. 

Research conducted in 2015 showed that about 78% of women reported that overall sex work affected their relationships in a negative way. About 77% of all sex workers decided to stay single due to their job. So is dating a sex worker possible? Yes! However, choosing this kind of life can bring many challenges. Here you will find some of the most important things that can impact your relationship when you decide to pursue a sex working career. 

Jealousy

It may come as no surprise, but the main problem in dating a sex worker is jealousy. Many people can’t accept sharing their partner with other people. It is difficult for them to see sex work as regular work, like any other. Society still perceives sex as an intimate thing you should only do when you are in a long-term relationship or after marriage. The hardest part for any sex worker is coming out and being honest about what they do for a living. Nevertheless, we have to take into consideration that in our society, even purchasing from stores like The Adult Toy Shop is sometimes frowned upon.

The first reaction after you tell your date that you are a sex worker may be really hard. It’s tough to find people who will react positively. It often leads to ending the whole relationship, fights, and slut-shaming. Problems often arise when the partner has issues with the entire nature of the job. 

On the other hand, not every sex work is seen identically. Working as a cam girl or a stripper isn’t as “big of a deal” as having intercourse with clients. More people can accept their partner selling their nude photos or videos anonymously than them meeting clients in person. 

Jealousy is one of the reasons many sex workers decide on having a relationship with other sex workers or non-monogamous people. Open relationships will be more effective, as the other person will be free to sleep with other people too. 

Pragmatic Issues

It is a common belief that sex workers won’t have sex with their partners. It may seem logical for some people, as most of us finish the job and do different things in our free time. It may be probably true for some sex workers, but many feel differently doing it with clients and with their partners. The emotional bond can change the whole nature of sex, as you feel close both physically and mentally. 

Apart from that, not many sex workers work every day. Being your own boss allows you to choose where and when you want to work. Some women sex workers said that their work enabled them to experience much deeper intimacy with their partner and that it increased their self-esteem and confidence, resulting in a much bigger sex drive.

Additionally, some sex workers say that many people start projecting their fantasies on them after finding out about their job and start treating them like sex workers instead of dates. They tend not to be serious about the relationship. 

Dishonesty

Many sex workers generally feel that they can’t be honest about their jobs. Lying to a partner is one of the worst things, and it can wreck your relationship. They have to lie daily to strangers that ask them what kind of job they have. Often they lie to their families, so the last thing they may want is to lie to their other half. It can cause fights, distrust, and create barriers, so you won’t be able to feel safe anymore. 

Starting a new relationship can be especially difficult, as being a female sex worker has a huge stigma. People make a lot of assumptions about dating sex workers, from expecting various diseases to drugs and lack of self-worth. Sex workers are afraid that there is too much judgment, and it may be to big of baggage to handle in the first few weeks or months of a relationship.  

The Bottom Line

Being a sex worker is challenging, and adding relationships to the equation can create a destructive mix. The whole nature of sex work will always impact every couple, so many sex workers decide to stay single for life or date only other sex workers. 

Fortunately, you can find happy couples when a partner is very accepting of the job and doesn’t project their fears on their relationship. However, it requires lots of self-confidence, empathy, and open-mindedness, which not many people have. As always, communication and honesty are everything, and it works both ways. Finding a good person is not as easy as some may think!

Maze is a lifestyle writer, dominant in life, submissive in other activities. She participates in shibari workshops and works as a BDSM model for both workshops and photoshoots. Her writing focuses on positive sexuality, and her goal is to educate people on safe sex, kinks, and accepting your whole personality. Maze wants to see a world where no one will be frowned upon for expressing themselves or their hobbies.

Exploring Casual Sex While Being Demisexual

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Sexuality is a broad spectrum. Everyone has different preferences regarding dating and being intimate with others, but some groups of people show certain common grounds. Many of them don’t necessarily feel the need to be labeled, but being part of a group can help us find our own voice for many of us. 

Labeling various aspects of our sexuality can help us identify our needs and desires and share them with the community. It allows us to find other people like ourselves. However, some preferences may be confusing even to people that define themselves as those. 

What exactly is demisexuality? Can demisexuals enjoy casual encounters? How to manage your physical craving without a long-term relationship? Here, you will find some information that will hopefully help you answer those questions. 

Demisexuality

Humans are sexual beings. The vast majority enjoys various kinds of sex, as it is no longer just a matter of procreation but a healthy way to relieve stress, have fun, experiment with new feelings, etc. While some can enjoy masturbation, their silicon wives, or random sex with strangers, not all people can and want to do those things. 

Demisexuality is one of the sexual orientations where people feel sexual attraction to someone only when they have an emotional bond with that person. At the same time, they can be gay, straight, pan, bi, and they may have any gender identity. 

Contrary to some beliefs, the bond demisexual people need to enjoy sexual encounters doesn’t need to be love or romance. For many of them, friendship will be more than enough. 

Right now, you may think, “but don’t many of us wait to have intimate relationships after we create some bond?” Yes, but for demi people, it’s not about choice. They don’t do it because they want to, but because they won’t feel sexual attraction until after they befriend someone. They are not simply people who decide to date someone before having sex. 

Casual Encounters

Seeing their friends hooking up in bars and having a good time with total strangers may be annoying for demi people. Most people need physical closeness from time to time, but some don’t want to engage in serious relationships. 

Being the only one who goes to a party with friends and goes back alone isn’t nice. You never have any wild, fun stories to tell in the morning, and you can feel like you are too picky and that your friends perceive you as a prude. Nevertheless, have you ever had casual sex that you enjoyed? If you didn’t have casual sex at all, do you want to?

If the answer is “no,” then you don’t have anything to feel weird about. Sex with strangers, especially after alcohol, can be really awkward, and lots of people lie that it was wonderful, just to feel better. You can always fulfill your physical needs in different ways. Doing it by yourself has many benefits, including getting to know your own body. 

Friends With Benefits

Friends with benefits is a fantastic way to have someone you can be close to with no strings attached. It is also a perfect arrangement for demis. Platonic friendship or love is also the connection that may allow demisexual people to have good sex without long-term relationships. 

If you don’t want to ruin your social circles, you can look up people on the Internet. There are sites designed especially for looking for friends with benefits, and putting your sexual preferences on your profile page can help you avoid people that want something different. 

Having a platonic sexual relationship will allow you to explore your sexual side without distractions and fights that usually couples have. You can try various things and techniques and see what you are into. 

However, there is a tricky part of the FwB relationship that people tend to forget. If you want it to work, you have to remember that you are not a couple. It can get really awkward if one person “catches” feelings and the other one doesn’t. You have to establish clear ground rules of the arrangement and follow them thoroughly. 

The Bottom Line

Demisexual people will indeed have a harder time finding relationships with no strings than others. However, in most cases, it can be done. There is no reason for demisexual people to be abstinent when dating is out of the question. You can have sex for any reason, from physical need to the mental need of closeness. It is important to take your time and find someone you will have a good time with, so you won’t end up hurt or in an uncomfortable situation. 

Remember that you don’t have to do things that make you feel awkward just because other people are doing this. You can take everything at your own pace. Embracing your sexuality can help you feel better and accept yourself just the way you are. 

Maze is a lifestyle writer, dominant in life, submissive in other activities. She participates in shibari workshops and works as a BDSM model for both workshops and photoshoots. Her writing focuses on positive sexuality, and her goal is to educate people on safe sex, kinks, and accepting your whole personality. Maze wants to see a world where no one will be frowned upon for expressing themselves or their hobbies.

Erotica: The Recording Session

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Jamie sighed and rested her temple against her thumbs for a moment, glad the singer’s booth didn’t have a line of sight to the booth. Fucking singers, man. They all pranced in here thinking they could knock out a vocal track in under half an hour, surprised when their time stretched out closer to five hours. This one had been particularly frustrating, though they had just hit the two hour mark. She fully expected to need to put in several more today on this project, just working with this singer. She smirked slightly as she acknowledged the time, knowing her pay for the day would be quite sufficient to soothe the headache, not to mention the extra enjoyment she got from the consensual degradation they were quite literally paying her for.

She could almost do this in her sleep. Pressing the intercom button as she cringed to hear the out-of-tune pitches coming out of that girl’s mouth, she used her driest tone of voice, “I’m going to start this section over and we’re both going to pretend you never made those sounds.” She released the button momentarily for effect, then slowly levered a fingernail down on it again, “In fact, just do it twenty more times. Maybe then I’ll get some usable material.”

She smiled, queuing up the other tracks again for a few more runs, crossing her legs to enjoy the tingle she got from getting to be totally honest for a living. She made some corrections and helpful coaching suggestions between takes, since she couldn’t just give the degradation the whole time, even though her excellent reputation might be able to take the heat that might bring. After the seventh, she engaged the intercom again. “Well, look at that, you managed it in seven. Here I thought we’d need twenty. I’ve pulled the best and inserted it into the full audio file. Come on out and have a listen.” Jamie considered tossing a “good job” but after two hours and not even being through the second verse, figured it wouldn’t come off as sincere anyhow. Fair enough. It wouldn’t have been.

Barbie emerged from the booth. The name truly fit. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that would definitely be marketable from a producer’s standpoint. She could have dressed casually for a studio session, jeans or yoga pants, but she wore a tiny lightweight skirt that barely flared past the crease in her assumably pert derriere paired with a shirt cut low enough to emphasize her generous breasts. She also happened to be just about the sweetest client who’d ever come in for a session, with plenty of someone’s money to spend. Maybe Daddy, who knew? She had patiently put up with all of Jamie’s brusque prodding and blunt critiques, continuing to take notes and improve. She came out and took a seat on the couch for the listen-through. The pitches were all working finally, but Jamie knew the issue was something else. The song was definitely looking to sell sex, and it was a barely covered innuendo that fit the girl’s body and outfit, but didn’t seem to match her personality.

“May I ask a personal question?” Jamie inquired. At Barbie’s bubbly nod, she continued. “How are you feeling about this? I usually recommend clients produce pieces that fit their personalities, but I get the impression this one may not quite fit you. Are you sure this is the direction you’re wanting to go?”

Barbie scootched forward on the couch, exposing more of her bare legs, cocking her head slightly. “I’m not certain I understand what you mean,” she said.

Jamie felt a little uncomfortable having to explain, but pushed ahead anyhow. She opened with her characteristic straightfowardness. “This song is very sexual,” she said slowly and carefully, almost as if speaking to a child, somehow feeling as if she were explaining sex to someone who really ought to know what it is. “The energy I feel from you,” she continued, waving her hand vaguely in the air to elaborate, “is more of a bubbly, happy energy. This song lacks a major piece it needs to give it the punch you’re looking for. You need to tap into a whole different kind of energy if this is the kind of thing you’re looking to convey. It needs to drip sex, and every sound you make should be steeped in it. Breathing should sound like moans or pants, and your voice should have moments where it’s a little breathy from sexual excitement.”

Barbie’s bubbly expression shifted a bit to something Jamie couldn’t quite get a read on. Not anger, but, “So you’re saying I should be more sexual?” Barbie’s words interrupted Jamie’s attempts at reading her expression. Somehow, she’d slowed down her arm movement, seeming a bit lazier. The voice had dropped as well, sounding a little huskier.

Jamie laughed. “Well don’t waste it on me, if you’ve got it.” It sounded slightly dismissive, intentionally. “Take it to the booth and see if you can get it there.” She turned back to the sound board, making adjustments for the next take, when she caught a glimpse of Barbie in her peripherals. She was bending over next to the couch, straight legged, unbuckling her strappy sandals. It was suddenly obvious to Jamie that Barbie wasn’t wearing any panties, so she took a moment to enjoy the view of the now confirmed as pert derriere and what appeared to be a rather pinkened and aroused bare cunt. Barbie straightened slowly after slipping off her shoes, tossing her hair back and meeting Jamie’s eyes with a hint of challenge. Jamie didn’t even try to pretend she hadn’t been watching. Dismissive and degrading were clearly working for both of them.

Barbie walked back to the vocal booth, though to Jamie’s mind, walking wasn’t an entirely sufficient word to express the way she moved. It was almost a glide, but rolling hips and dragging toes somehow made breasts and ass more prominent and noticeable. She shut the door of the booth and positioned herself in front of the mic again. Jamie queued up the musical tracks and started another take, only to stop it before the first verse was done. She gleefully poked the intercom button with her middle finger. “If you’re going to do this without the slut shoes, I’m going to have to adjust your mic to the new height, otherwise the sound quality isn’t going to match. Either that, or you’re going to need to put them back on if you don’t want to sit on the stool.”

Barbie spoke her response into the microphone, requesting the adjustment. Jamie headed back and stepped into the booth with the singer, realizing the buxom blonde was an inch shorter than her without the heels. Barbie took a linger step backwards to allow Jamie space to step in to make the adjustments, brushing what Jamie suddenly realized were erect nipples casually across her arm with the movement. Jamie smirked to herself, knowing it was likely a calculated move. This session was beginning to get a lot more interesting. She made the adjustments to the equipment and stepped backwards to allow Barbie to move in and do a height check, nipples magically brushing her again. With everything lining up, Jamie headed back to the booth, hoping to utilize some of that sexual tension Barbie had started building to lay down a track they’d both be pleased with.

They took it from the top. “Look, you’re oozing sex at me now, and that’s awesome,” Jamie said bluntly into her board mic, “but I want you to channel all of that into this song. Whatever you need in your head to get it there is up to you, I’m just here to get the best performance out of you we can possibly get.”

Jamie had already hit record when Barbie responded in a breathy voice, dripping with sexual invitation as requested, “You can’t tell me you didn’t watch every second of my bare pussy when you had the chance. You can tell all those things you’ve said have me aroused.” Perfect. She’d clip that later for the unedited outro that only appeared on the album track.

Too bad the sing through was a starting point rather than the final sex-filled sound she wanted. She sighed. Clearly this one required a little more hand-on encouragement than she usually preferred. Poking the button again, she made sure to add a smidge of disdain. “Whatever you’re thinking clearly isn’t good enough. Apparently even throwing yourself at me like a common slut isn’t good enough. Now we’re going to try it my way.” She hit record on her way past, grabbed the stool and marched it back to the booth. She gestured dismissively to indicate Barbie move and placed the stool in front of the microphone.

“Sit, slut,” she commanded. Barbie’s eyes glowed almost luminously and she obediently complied. “Nipples,” Jamie said, gesturing vaguely. Barbie slid her hands up and pinched them, hard. Interesting, Jamie mused, since she wasn’t really giving much command. They were already erect, and the pinching was likely quite enjoyable to her, given her gasps and moans. “How slutty are you, really?” Jamie asked. “Do you want to show me?” Barbie moaned with full throat and pulled her shirt off, the nipples on beautiful breasts fully erect and straining. She looked up with a coy expression, fluttering eyelashes as she slid the hem of her skirt over her thighs to expose that bare cunt. She slowly spread her legs to reveal that it was even more flushed than before, swollen and dark pink, eager little clit just as erect as the nipples. Jamie could see the wetness glistening there, and a part of her longed to slide hands over the sensitive flesh. She stood watching dispassionately, though. Clearly the game was in the disinterest, and Jamie could play that game like a champ.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” she asked, sounding almost bored by the thought. Barbie breathed a yes. “Don’t you dare,” Jame snapped. She could visibly see Barbie’s cunt swell and tremble at the words. “I don’t want your filthy cunt juice on the equipment. Now let’s try it again. I’d hate to have to open the studio door and let the other execs see what a complete whore you are. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you come afterwards.” She stalked back to the booth, leaving the vocal door open so she could see Barbie half-naked and spread on the stool.

The take was perfect. Jamie knew it would be. She didn’t tell Barbie via intercom, though. She walked back to the booth and asked what reward she wanted for being such a good girl. Turns out she got paid to sit on Barbie’s face and finger that beautiful sopping wet cunt. Ain’t showbiz grand?

His Luck With The Irish

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Albert had walked the coast of Innis free several times on family vacations. This was the first time he had done it alone. He parked the rental in the familiar parking lot along the road to Kerry. It was early, the grass was slick with dew and only few horse and carts were waiting for the tourists to experience riding in a trap. 

Even though it was early summer he wore stout hiking boots a pair of well-worn jeans and layers of T shirt sweatshirt and vest for the 5K hike along the water’s edge. His footfalls echoed on the pavement as he made his way towards the shoreline. Passing through the black wrought iron gate was like walking backwards in time. Flat grey stones on a heavy forest floor had been worn almost smooth from the hundreds of hikers that passed this way every day. Although it was a bright day the temperature under the canopy of deciduous trees was somewhat dimmer. The bird song and rustling of leaves in the wind we’re the only sounds in the world. Albert knew the road wasn’t that far away geographically but here now the modern world was a lifetime away. He traveled along at a fair pace passively observing the world around him. Until he came to a break in the shrubbery and Bush is that separated The Walking path from the water. There were a half dozen large stones in the water that one could hop out onto and get a better view of the entire Lake. Albert cautiously hopped out on the first stone checked its steadiness and continued out for three more. Taking a few pictures and fondly remembering skimming stones here when he was a kid. 

When he was back on the path he remembered playing in these Woods and wondering where the fairies lived. At one point he came to the edge of a large dip behind a group of trees it was covered in Moss and Ivy. it looked like the place he always imagined magical creatures lived . If he had never climbed the rock, he never would have known that there was something hidden below. He climbed the tree and sat on the big branch that overlooked the vale.

He cracked open a can of ale that he had purchased on his way this morning. He looked at his watch and thought beer for breakfast. Although the weather was fine, and the morning had come on he had heard no other hikers. Albert had the world to himself. A couple of times the light flickered through the trees and danced across his vision like fairy wings sparkling in the moonlight. Albert finished the ale convinced himself that the fairy tales were getting to him and continued his walk.  When he arrived at the Manor Lee house and gardens he figured out where all the tourists had gone. They all had driven straight to the attraction. Something his parents had never done when he was a kid. 

he found a lovely piece of grass between the house and the Lake where he could have a picnic. He said on his vest and laid out the sandwich fruit and cookies that he had picked up at the petrol station that morning. 

Kelly watched the lone picnicker with great interest it wasn’t very often that you saw single men at ancient homes on weekday mornings. She laughed herself as she watched him unpack his knapsack and layout his entire lunch. From where she was trimming hedges, she could see that he had not expected the sun to be hot. The back of his neck was bright red and very obviously sunburned. his here was soft curls that whispered the edge of his sunburnt skin. Kelly imagined holding an ice cube in her mouth as she soothed his sunburn and slowly undressed him. He was alone he didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry and she figured any fuck will do as a lunch break. She tossed her tools into her canvas bag and made her way over to the picnicker. 

She extended her hand and in the most beautiful Irish lilt said. “it seems you’ve got a wicked burn on the back of your neck. Did you not put sunblock on before you started your adventure this morning?” She had the sun at her back so as Albert looked up all he saw was a giant hand close to his face offered by a large dark figure. 

As he spoke, he felt the back of his neck and grimaced at the idea of how that was going to hurt tonight. “I walked along the water and was in the Woods most of the time, so I didn’t figure I’d need anything on.” He looked around the shadowy figure towards the main house Ann queried, “do you think they sell sunblock inside? I’m sure if they do it’ll cost me an arm and a leg.”

“I know for a fact that they do and yes, it is an arm and a leg as you say, but I have some I’ve been more than glad to share.”  

He arose from his lunch and extended his hand, “I’m Albert, from Canada.”

“Kelly, from backdown the road,” she said taking his hand and giggling as she spoke. They flirted mercilessly and chatted mindlessly for several minutes. It took some pretty heavy flirting for Albert  to notice the continuous touching of his arms and holding his attention before. He looked at her bag and realized it was a canvas tool box and that she was wearing jeans with deep Brown stains in the knees and polo shirt with the parks logo on it. Playing it safe Albert said, “oh you work here am I keeping you from anything?”

Kelly took the opening slid her hand into the crook of his elbow and said all I have to do this afternoon just show you a good time.” Responding to the innuendo in her tone Albert laughed and asked her if she wanted to get out of there. 

They gathered up their things and headed to the employee parking lot. Kelly offered to drive him back to his car or they could go do a little bit of sightseeing. Albert asked if she knew of any nice hikes they could go on. She thought for a moment. 

“Do you wanna do some of the sheep fields, and go hillwalking or do you want to see some really great waterfalls? “

“Take me to see your waterfalls.”

As they drove further away from where he had started this morning he noticed the number of tour buses that they now drove by. They had only driven for about 30 minutes when she pulled across the road and parked next to a River. 

“Make sure your boots are done up. We’re going to walk along this River up to a couple of sets of waterfalls and if you’re up for it the view from up above the second waterfall is pretty amazing. She opened the trunk of her car tossed in everything that had been in the back seat and changed her own shoes. She tossed an old blanket at him and asked him to put it into his knapsack. they made their way on to the path nodding in greeting tourists as they began to climb the narrow trail the Hill beyond the path was a field of sparsely planted trees with a bed of moss and ferns. Kelly was a few paces a head and looked back often to make sure he was still with her. 

“so do you figure that the fairies from ferns?” He asked trying to be funny, But failing miserably at it. she groaned and took his hand to drag him along the path a little quicker. 

“My God you are slow come on!” she dragged him and picked up the pace as they came to the first waterfall. They had great fun playing fashion shoot and taking pictures of one another like they had known each other forever. She stood close to him and touched his face asking if he wanted to keep going. He kissed her on the cheek and bowed his head granting her permission to take the lead. She stepped off the trail and walked diagonally through the Ferrier firm that he had just asked about. The climb was steep and required all of their energy. It was well afternoon as they emerged into a clearing and away from all the noises that had filled his head. 

She took the knapsack from his back and set up the blanket at the end of edge of the forest. Albert scanned the views trying to take in all the shades of green and stillness that he so rarely got to experience. When he turned around Kelly stood on the blanket completely naked. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth Albert smiled a stupid grin and began to undress. With awkward enthusiasm they approached each other and kissed for the first time. Albert was completely aroused at the sight of this woman naked and willing. 

He held her ponytail drawing her chin up as he worked his way down her body her skin smelled sun kissed and tasted a little salty. Making his way towards her treasure trail to a soft trimmed mound of ginger. He maneuvered himself to be able to caress, kiss and massage her inner thighs. Not touching her sacred centre until the first moan rose from her throat and her fingers knit their way through his curly locks. In short order her body responded as she tilted her pelvis grabbed his head and pressed her clitoris towards his mouth. She was wet in anticipation of what was to come. As he sucked her clitoris, he slid a single finger deep within allowing his other fingers to extend towards her ass. With a practiced hand he began to edge her towards an orgasm. Utterances of protest for standing were met with a second finger and more intense finger fucking. as her orgasm built she brought one leg over his shoulder and began to rock against his tongue until she gushed and her knees went weak. Wanting to torture her a little longer, He withdrew his fingers but continue to play with her ass as he blew cold air on her clitoris. She had no choice to lie down unless she wanted him to stop. As the second orgasm began to build with this variation on a theme she actually physically separated and beg to lie down.  

As she stepped back she realized just how well-endowed Albert was. Not only was he every bit of nine inches he had to be one of the thickest cocks she had ever seen. He was completely erect, and his engorged penis was a deep crimson. Kelly looked at him in surprise and said, “Oh my God that must hurt!” he laughed and replied, “it’s not a bad kind of hurt; however, if you want to give him some attention a little bit of relief I’d be cool with that or if you like you can call your fairy friends.” he laughed and flicked his head towards the forest as though expecting a group of winged fairies to come flying through the trees.

she sat on the blanket and pointed to the darkest part of the forest. “Call the King of the fairies and see what he’ll do for you.” 

“is there anything special I need to say?”

“No, but do be polite you don’t want to get dragged off just pleasured.” she leaned back on her elbows and tilted her head towards the forest as if to encourage him to talk to the fairies. Enjoying the silliness with this stranger he threw his arms in the air and with wild abandonment called the fairy King and asked to send out his best fucking fairies to take him away. 

Kelly laughed as the late afternoon sun warmed her skin. Albert joined her on the blanket where they continued to explore.  As they continued around the bases Kelly caressed and touched his penis with a sense of trepidation. Although she was completely engaged in their fun, she touched his cock like she was afraid of it. Feeling rather full of himself Albert asked her if she was afraid of his little friend. Her laugh was nervous and her smile broad as she commented about there being nothing little about his friend the two of them dissolved into laughter as he rolled onto his back and offered her free inspection. She moved herself to sit cross legged between his legs with his penis completely engorged and ready to be abused. He wasn’t sure if she didn’t know what to do or if she was shocked by the size so he decided to be amused and watch her Explorer her sensual self. While her attention was focused her touch was unpracticed. She kissed and licked the top of his penis like an ice cream cone. He ached for her to grab his balls and take her to the back of his throat. When she took the entire head and sucked on it as she worked the shaft with her hand he lost focus and went along for the ride. His eyes closed made sunspots in his eyes as he felt the sun prickle and dance across his chest well Kelly gingerly explored his response is to her attention. At several points Albert attempted to see if the giggles he heard were from Kelly or perhaps a lost hiker. Kelly moaned licked and sucked occasionally making eye contact if a grown or curse word escaped Albert mouth. Albert enjoyed the attention and maintained focus until she had withdrew her attentions. 

He opened his eyes to see Kelly holding a condom and asking, “would you care to fuck me?”

He took the condom from her and definitely applied the sheath. She mounted his cock and lowered herself about halfway she stayed there for what seemed like the longest time just squeezing the muscles and moving the smallest amount. She held in the squat position until Albert took her by the hips and pressed her into his groin. When she was completely filled with him she placed her hands on his shoulders and began to rotate ever so slowly purring and moaning as his throbbing cock initiated another orgasm as she rocked Albert imagined fairies settling in for an evening show. He closed his eyes and raised his hips to match her rhythm the build was slow but the sensation was one he wanted to hold on to. He could feel the sun dip below the trees as he rolled her onto her back in order to finish with a solid proper fucking.

With her legs wrapped firmly around his hips Albert varied his speed and timed his fucking until her nails dug into his shoulders and she froze at her climax. He didn’t stop moving completely he just softened the intensity and let her ride her wave of ecstasy. As she started to come down from her orgasm, he pounded her hard and fast bringing her to climax again before he came inside of her. The two cuddled together slipping into sleep almost immediately. 

When the sun had dipped completely behind the trees the chill in the air woke the lovers from their tender sleep. Afraid to lose their way in the darkness they dressed quickly said very little and made their way back down the hillside. 

They made small talk and used their phone flashlights to find their way back towards the trail. They called out to some lights they had seen ahead assuming it was other hikers. But the lights did not get brighter, and nobody called back. Albert noticed the rise and Ivy on the trees look very much like the area he had passed that morning, a fairy vale. As they approached the rustling leaves and birdsong were replaced with chittering and indiscernible voices. 

“It seems we found the fairies?” Albert’s voice was like an icy blast through warm summer evenings, It shattered the silence that had been with them since they awoke. Kelly put a finger to her lips and motioned for him to be quiet. 

“It’s too late to tell him to be quiet now we know he’s here,” a voice said. They looked around but could not see where the voice had come from. Before they could speak flicks of light on shiny wings fluttered in front of their faces. It seemed as though the fairies we’re real. 

Albert awoke hearing the brae of a horse. He was in the driver seat of his car dressed, his T shirt was gone, and a four-leaf Clover sat on his dashboard. It was early morning, had he dreamed the thing? He was to embarrassed to ask the people milling about what day it was. He started the car and drove away.

Sunday Morning

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Eyelashes fluttering, she snapped to consciousness with a hand stroking down her body. Legs parting automatically, as was the rule, it took a moment of focus to realize why the hand which dipped between her legs to find moisture felt not quite right.

That’s right, she remembered suddenly. She’d gone to sleep last night with a woman curled between them, warm and sated, all three falling deeply into the kind of sleep that only aerobics followed by orgasm could bring. She turned her head to get lost in hair that swirled around the both of them, to see the curve of feminine lips above her. Passion took hold and she reached out in turn, burying fingers in the other woman’s hair as she begged their Master for permission to ride the wave of pleasure, the poured over the edge as if the waterfall had taken her.

Her front was suddenly hit by cooler air and she opened her eyes to see their Master pull their partner to the edge of the bed, using firm grips on her hair and her own positioning as leverage. He tipped their girl’s head over the edge of bed, sliding his cock between her eager lips. His gaze fell on her and she scrambled to place herself between their girl’s spread thighs. Placing her thumbs on their girl’s outer labia, she pushed to reveal the erect clitoris beneath. She wiggled closer on her stomach and buried her face between their girl’s thighs, taking a moment to enjoy the musky scent of all three of them blended together from last night before closing her eyes again and delicately lapping at the engorged flesh. As she pleasured their girl with mouth and hands, Master stroked in and out of her mouth, pausing when she struggled to breathe, gagging at times. Their girl wrapped her arms around His thighs, pulling him to her more enthusiastically as she began to approach her climax.

As He stroked and she licked, their girl imagined she was a flame burning between them, existing as nothing but an object for pleasure, and she screamed around the cock buried in her throat as she came, pulling Him closer and over that same waterfall with her, passion releasing down her throat. Disengaging, He stroked her her and the hair of his other partner as she crawled towards them. Rearranging themselves, they piled back onto the bed to lazily doze in the half-light of the morning, drifting back to sleep.

‘Easy like Sunday morning,’ was the last coherent mutter between them, their morning a happily haphazard tangle of bare limbs, blankets and stuffies. Breakfast could wait when there was love to be shared.

For The Lust Of Lotti

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She was quite a sight to behold. She slid her bottom around on the satin sheet like she was trying to get comfortable. The four-point restraints had given her very little wiggle room. Somewhere in the background, there was music playing. It was a mixtape. I’m not sure how much thought went into the music selection. Voluptuous breasts, untamed curls, a peach of a pussy, a fantasy to be consumed. How much more could a group of sexual deviants ask for. Even thinking the word deviants made me giggle. I had never been more respected, revered, or appreciated than by these people. Their passion for freedom and non-judgment made evenings like this a thrill and joy. 

If we had all gotten dressed and gone home right now, it would have been a successful evening. But as I watched the various members of our sweet little club pack up things or get undressed, act as though they didn’t see a restrained naked woman in the middle of the room. I had to contain my giggle of elation. They were respecting the fact that she said no toys rule. To her, everybody was quiet. The master and slave combos and a couple of Doms whispered and pointed, deciding the part they wanted. They were being strategic and wanted to make the most of what was on offer. Voices were non-descript, and nobody moved. Every person there understood the power of making somebody wait. This was the mind game of play. 

The fantasy of an orgy was just that, even for many of these players. Lottie was there to surrender to her wildest fantasy. All involved knew this wasn’t a session. It was play. It was about heightening her emotions and the pleasures of the flesh. Deprivation of touch and anticipation would mean her body would feel every touch and taste all the better. As the group planned, our host placed a candle warming bowl with oil on the table. Without a sound, he motioned to the bowl and took a step back.  Two of the Doms were stripped down to underwear. Kenny still had on his socks.

They each generously lathered their hands with oil and went to either side of the bed. They made eye contact and approached the bed like two synchronized swimmers walking to the pool and stopping at the edge. With broad, silly smiles, each placed a hand on her thighs and oiled the length of her leg down to the ankle, adjusting their hands so as they slid up, they open her legs and exposed her sex. One after the other, a single slap and oiling of their side of her pussy.  Their hands journeyed across her luscious curves, encompassed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. I never would have thought these two could bring such humour and lightness to the room. They were delighted with the smiles and giggle from everyone. They broke the tension, and others found their courage.

The host tapped his finger on her wrist indicating time, and flashed 10 fingers. Or make her wait 10 minutes. With that, Beanpole was on his knees, and a cock was in his mouth. Tears rolled down his face as he gagged while being face fucked. His humiliation continued as his arms were cuffed behind him. He was not afforded the dignity of a blindfold; his tormentor was the first slave auctioned this evening, and his master directed the humiliation with verbal jabs and taunts. Beanpole was fully erect, and his cock danced wildly. One of the taunters had found a strap rhythmically torturing beanpoles cock. Cries of pain were cut off with the gagging. Without warning, he was manhandled into standing up.

When his eyes were wiped, he was to take the one who had just taken him, a volley of spit hit his cock, lubing him up to enter the ass of his playmate.  Several sets of hands massaged the faceless slave’s ass as we waited. Across the room, Tink was enjoying being treated to a thorough pussy eating by the female Dom. Tink’s legs wrapped around and convulsing with pleasure. I envisioned Tink’s head tipped back as I queened her. The body heat was increasing, and faces seemed to blur and fade as the frenzy of pleasure was raised with the foreplay. I found my bottle of water and finished it. I enjoyed my job as safety tonight, but my tits ached to be caressed and squeezed, my pussy pulsated, and my panties were soaked.

Tink was wearing a high cut, lace bodysuit, and a pair of 4-inch heels. The sides reached all the way to the top of her hip so that her legs looked quite long. She was at the bed head on the right-side, twirling a long ostrich feather between her thumb and index finger. My guess is it barely made a breath of wind, yet somehow Lottie knew someone was nearby. Instead, she started to speak; instead, she wet her lips and literally held her tongue between her teeth for just a moment.

Her breath was a bit ragged but still controlled. As Tink barely brushed Lottie’s arm, Beanpole had covered his hands in oil and began to massage one of her feet.  She was tense, you could tell, because she was pressing her hips into the bed. Hands wandered over her body. She struggled as one of the men put his hand on her stomach. He read her mind, leaned forwards and whispered what she needed in her ear.  His nails drew a figure- 8 across her pelvis, hesitating at her treasure trail but never dipped a finger neat her pussy. He continued to whisper and stroke her body. The tension lessened and she released her hips. He didn’t kiss her. I don’t even know if he was still talking to her. She was in her body, not in her head. She leaned into some touches and flinched from others. He drew his hands back and kissed her navel before letting the others finish what she started. 

Someone else joined in. Three sets of hands massaged and saturated her with attention. A male head of blond hair covered her face. His kissing seems to light something in Lottie. Lotti’s body rose and fell at a steady rhythm. She was so ripe and ready. He moved down her neck and was distracted by the woman suckling Lotti’s breast. He massaged and twisted it while kissing the other woman. She put her hand in his shorts and worked his cock.  He rubbed and flicked Lotti’s tit in time to the hand job he was getting.

In my mind, I knew what she was feeling. She held her breath, and warmth rushed over her. She exhaled slowly to try and control the fireworks being set off in her nervous system. She figured she needs to control her responses. She didn’t know what letting would feel like. She was afraid.  The one thing she needed was to let go. I knew how alive her body was. It felt electric. The room smelled of sex. this was to be her clit was swollen, and a butterfly kiss would make her cum. Her vagina pined to be filed. I placed a hand on her cheek so she would know I was there. 

I asked so others could hear me, “red?”

“No,” came clear and fast.

“Yellow?”She hesitated. I looked at the others and raised my eyebrows. It was only a few seconds, just long enough for the others to withdraw themselves.

“I’m good,” was all she said. The group descended and continued. A naked man lid between her legs and kissed her sex. His tongue slipped between her lips and started to eat. Lapping up her wetness, his arms were under her thighs and held her to his face moving with the undulations of her hips. 

My head was close to hers. I traced the edge of her ear and down her neck. I whispered encouragement and compliments. I told her to let her mind go to be in her body. Accept the worship, feel the adoration in every nip, scratch and touch.  She nodded, and I stepped back.  I walked over to Beanpole with my back to the room. 

“You were a really good boy tonight. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, be quick!”

I collected napkins and emptied bottles from around the room while the gang banged on. It was a little after three. The players moved around her. They pleasured each other and metered attention onto Lotti. Our host tapped playmates, and they slowly moved away. The dark circle of wet was proof of Lotti’s pleasure.  There had been no penetration, no final bang? What the hell? Really! They were going to leave her hanging? I was pissed for her. Our host put a finger to his lips as the players began to mumble. 

“Lovely Lotti, we thank you for being a dessert buffet of delights. You have a room of people who want this to be your fantasy fulfilled. Are you still green, or are we done?” he smiled slyly as he spoke the last sentence. 

“Get the condoms on and make ‘em all green,” She laughed and pushed her breast up. Out host laughed and said, “let the ravishing begin.”  Everyone was in for a piece of the pleasure. Hands were caressing and squeezing.  Kisses, nips and sucking filled the space.  Those waiting their turn masturbated to the show in front of them. Asses were smacked or fingered; vaginas were pleasured. Lotti let go. She found her perfect cock. The frenzy did its job, with the third cock, not the longest, but definitely the thickest. He moved slowly and held deep for a moment. As he increased his pace, she struggled against the restraints to raise her hips to him. Without stopping, he motioned to her quick releases and left the cuffs attached. She drew up her knees and pressed into her hips.

He growled, “Yes” He increased his speed, and the playgroup began a retreat. Then he drew her down, so he had one leg on the floor and a knee on the bed. And I swear to god, I have never seen this before; he was dancing with her cunt. He would go deep, do a pelvic thrust and pull back with his hips in the forward position. As he pulled back, he pressed her right hip down and rotated her hips. He fucking salsaed her cunt. Instantly, I could feel him in me, my whole body throbbing to take all of him in. Lotti’s breath was fast and a little rough. Moans from deep inside filled the room as the two gyrated couplings were all over the basement. The main ring was inspiring. 

Lotti pulled up around the perfect cock as he brought her to climax.  Bucking against him until she froze in time. Her nails dug in, and she flicked her hips a half dozen times very slowly, and a mouse’s squeal was buried in his chest. He held her inside for a moment, kissed her hard and walked away. He tossed the condom in the trash. He saluted the room as he collected his pants and shorts. He left the basement, singing goodbye. I clapped a hand over my mouth to contain the giggle. My body was tired. My arms and legs ached, everything was funnier, I was done. As I curled up on the couch, I watched the others talk and reassure each other. Lotti’s mask was removed, she was offered a blank and a plate of fruit. What a night.

Sexualizing Your Dynamic

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From the time I was sexually active I was always surprised when I dated a girl who was as sexually active  and as horny as I was. I was raised in a home with a prude for a mother, and sex was never, ever  discussed. It was not as if sex was made to be bad or dirty, it just was never ever discussed. So, I grew  up very horny but not really aware of or clear about how girls saw, thought about or experienced sex.  My high school experience was mostly mashing with girls at parties. It was here that I had my first kiss  and felt up the breasts of one or two girls, and it wasn’t until I had almost graduated high school that I  had my first actual sexual encounters, close to 18 years of age. My early sex life was more of a hormone  driven desperate desire to ejaculate, than an exploration of sexuality. That only happened later.  

In college I got lots of pussy, and for the most part it was a continuation of my adolescence expressed as  20-year-old rookie vanilla sex. I had one secret weapon though. My older sister, who was nine years  older than me, once shared with me when I was perhaps 9 or 10 years old, that I “should always please  my lover before I please myself.” I didn’t really understand what she was on about, but even so, I took  that to heart and by and large, over time, I became adept at eating pussy and withholding my orgasm till  my lover climaxed. Then, in college, I dated my first serious girlfriend, Maryellen. She was a 25. I was 19.  She was very sexy and very sexual more than that, she was the first girl I dated that unabashedly  worshiped my cock. She loved sucking my cock, she took pictures of my erection on the beach, and she  really made me feel a little uncomfortable about how much she was into my cock. At the time, I was a  bit embarrassed about her obsession if I am honest. Looking back though, I can see how things might  have gone differently if I was more aware of my sexual power which only emerged for me later in life. I  went from girlfriend to girlfriend in college, until I eventually at 23, I dated, lived with and then married  my wife at age 26, and for those 3 years and the next 3 years our sex life was about the same as before –  uninspired vanilla sex. You might say that as regards my sex life, I had an almost certain predictable  future. Then at age 29 we started having kids and my sex life came to a sputtering halt. The future I was  living into changed entirely from boring and intermittent, to barely active at all as regards my sex life.  What this meant for me was that for about 20 years, I spent my nights lying in bed next to an otherwise  sexy blonde who was nursing and mothering her 4 kids, and who had no real interest in sex at all. I was  left to fantasize to porn magazines and movies I rented from Blue video, while I masturbated, imagining  a kinky submissive who loved sex as much as I did as my forever partner. It was the old Woody Allen  joke “the problem with my sex life is that it only involved one consenting adult.” I joke about it now, but  it really was painful. I suffered the loneliness that accidental celibacy produced for me. My “love  language” is “physical contact and genital sex.” Hers was “service”. We were as sexually compatible as  chalk and cheese are alike. Out of desperation, I found women from time to time to engage with  sexually, and through this process, I more or less interacted with my fantasy women “Submissive sluts  who worshiped my cock” by doing so. What made this difficult was that the women I encountered were  deeply sexual and so unlike my wife that I was ready to leave her time and time again. This was an  unsustainable condition. Naturally, my wife and I ended up getting divorced.  

After we separated, I set about deeply exploring my sexuality. And I found myself dating ever more kinky  women and I got to take a deep dive into my kinky fetishes. I found that I was into BDSM and I identified  naturally as a Top or Dom. I also found an outlet for me my sadistic nature in the world of sexuality. I  was genuinely surprised at the number of women I encountered who willingly and happily gave me their  consent. It was truly mind-blowing. 

I spent the next few years contemplating the women I was with, and what occurred for me was this. I  was searching for the “perfect partner” for me. I conjured up out of nothing the idea that I lived with a  collared submissive slut in 24/7 total power exchange. I created the possibility in my mind that such a partnership would result in a deeply loving and committed dynamic where we were sex forward and  kink forward and that she would choose me to be her Master gifting herself to me ongoingly, and that  inside of that dynamic, the intimacy that I had been missing my whole life would naturally occur.  

My intention was to collar my submissive slut and to live with her while as her full self-expression as a  completely sexualized 3-hole slut. What I mean by this is that without any effort, she authentically sees  herself as my imminently desirable, always available sexual creature who orgasms during impact play,  and has earth shattering, powerful orgasms, especially during anal play. I require her complete discipline  and devotion as a sexual creature and partner. I can happily report that Living with Lady Petra has been  and continues to be the fulfillment of this intention.  

The process of sexualizing my slut requires ongoing training and committed effort on my part to achieve  the desired outcome on a gradient. At the same time, my slut needs to be coachable, willing and  interested in being fully self-expressed in service to her Master as his owned and collared submissive  slut and masochist. In short, she belongs to me, and it is up to me to make sure that her service is  rewarded and encouraged. I am 100% responsible. At the same time, she is also 100% responsible for  creating the relationship on a daily basis. For example, she kneels for me in a perfect Nadu pose to  indicate that she is ready to be used. This is her choice.  

We had a conversation about sexualizing the dynamic on our podcast the Kinky Cocktail Hour – here is  an excerpt of that conversation:  

“SafferMaster:  

… that is what this podcast is about. Is this broader question of how do you sexualize a dynamic? And  this (wearing clit jewelry all day) is an example of how you sexualize a dynamic. What I mean by that is in  any relationship, sex can be something that happens between a couple regularly or intermittently and  life gets in the way in the middle. Right. And I can imagine certainly from my own experience, I imagine  from other people’s experience that oftentimes sex gets put to the side and in a dynamic where there’s  a power dynamic occurring of any sort or a D/s dynamic of any sort. The question is “how do you keep  the context of the dynamic sexual” and you, and I both believe in a healthy sexual context, we are in a  sex forward, kink forward dynamic, that was what we created, and in a healthy sexual dynamic, the  CONTEXT is sexual, it is not just the sex that is sexual.  

Lady Petra:  

Right, right. Oh, I mean, yes, there are all different things happening in a scene. However, I feel  throughout our scene-ing, it’s all sexualized. And I mean that because for me, if, if you’re flogging me,  I’m cumming.  

SafferMaster:  

Right. 

Lady Petra:  

And you’re usually stroking your cock and things like that. And when I’m caned, I’ve cum before and  then of course you in the way we do that as cane and then you fuck my ass, that kind of thing. And it  brings that context. So we just, we stay like really connected to that context all the time  

SafferMaster:  

In a scene.  

Lady Petra:  

Yes.  

SafferMaster:  

I’m arguing that there’s a broader context to our dynamic that’s sexualized.  

Lady Petra:  

Yeah. I agree. I agree with you.  

SafferMaster:  

And what I’m arguing is that there’s a way to keep the dynamic sexualized so that the sexual scenes are  [always] really exciting and hot and you don’t have … get up for them.  

Lady Petra:  

Well, I definitely think the way we foreplay.  

SafferMaster:  

yes, as an example,  

Lady Petra:  

All day long or two days ahead or whatever.  

SafferMaster:  

Yeah.  

Lady Petra:  

I think that’s a perfect example of creating, um, excitement and intensity and a readiness to in your head  versus not knowing what’s happening next. What there’s, this is one thing I noticed just based on the  dynamic we’ve created we’re sex forward. So we play all the time. 

SafferMaster:  

Yes.  

Lady Petra:  

You know, and, but we also have lives and work and stuff. So we tend to use the early part of our day to  wake up and to get going with our days. And there could be sexualization happening there, but that’s  kind of what’s happening. And then we save the latter part mid, mid to latter parts of our day as  sceneing.  

SafferMaster:  

Yeah.  

Lady Petra:  

You know, but in that whole day there’s sexualization. So if you think about it, you’re, you’re I get up  early before you, cause I need to go to the gym and I need to go do some stuff. And my work hours are a  lot earlier than yours. And so I get up and I do normal things, dynamic tasks, things, things that make me  responsible for myself wellbeing and for the households wellbeing, what have you. But then I send you a  picture of my marks,  

SafferMaster:  

Right  

Lady Petra:  

So that’s sexualizing, you know, you know what I’m saying? And lately we’ve added picture of my toes  and occasional add a picture of me kind of a fun, sexy type of picture with me right before we’ve even  been face-to-face in the morning.  

SafferMaster:  

Right.  

Lady Petra:  

And then, you know, of course we make time to be affectionate when we greet each other in the  morning, we don’t take that for granted that it just, who we are, you know? So we make sure to do that.  And then throughout the day, we’re both responsible for greetings and for acknowledgement in an  affectionate sexual way with one another,  

SafferMaster:  

right.  

Lady Petra: 

You also have given me tasks to do edging tasks or have explained when you go on your walk and I  prepare myself what you expect me to do to prepare,  

SafferMaster:  

right.  

Lady Petra:  

Uh, that may not be the normal thing we do. It would be additional stuff. Or if you have a specifics on  how you present yourself, you also then know there are times when you’re giving me freedom that you  don’t know what you’re going to come home to. You might come home to me appearing any way, any  which way, which is an excitement for you.  

SafferMaster:  

Sure.  

Lady Petra:  

You know, you going on your walk, knowing I’m getting prepared is sexualizing that time that you’re  away.  

SafferMaster:  

It’s very difficult to have a walk, try to listen to my book knowing that you are home getting prepared ..,  I’m going to get home to a horny slut, presenting herself to be used. It’s hot.  

Lady Petra:  

Yeah.”  

In this back and forth, you can see that my collared slut is all in. She is 100% committed to the dynamic.  She has been trained to present herself, she has been trained to cum with flogging and caning. She is a  trained ass whore. She does as instructed in order to please me sexually. For example, when she kneels  for her flogging, she arches her back and presents her ass and leans into the flogger. She may get 300 or 400 strokes and she is dripping wet with her juices running down her legs having experienced multiple  orgasms, and her ass is red hot after her flogging. Because I like fucking her red-hot ass, she likes having  her ass red hot for me to fuck. She is fully enrolled and registered into her role as my collared submissive  slut and all that that entails.  

Keeping the context sexualized had not only enhanced our relationship, but it has kept our dynamic healthy too. Take this text exchange last week  

Me: I think today would be a good day to wear your clit Jewelry  

LP: Thank you Sir 

Me: And while you are at it, use the Hitachi every 30 minutes on your swollen clit to make yourself cum 

LP: Yes Sir, thank you Sir  

She then sent me a message every 30 minutes to let me know she had completed the task she was  assigned. On occasion I went into the adjacent room to kiss her and fondle her breast while she  masturbated with the Hitachi. By the time I used her later that day , she was a “soupy mess” as she put it.  

Remember, I spent over 30 years in a relationship where there was no broader context to keep the  sexual aspect of our relationship present and alive, and now, I live in a D/s dynamic where the context is  fully sexualized all the time.  

She is a service slut, so part of what fills her cup is to serve. She is fastidious and committed to making  our home beautiful. She supports my cheffy nature by being my sous chef and by keeping the kitchen  clean. All of this “domestic activity” plays into her nature as a service sub and on top of that she is  deeply submissive to me and chooses me to submit to.  

My self-expression as her Dom includes a commitment to keeping the dynamic highly charged with  sexual energy. It is working out perfectly.  

When I look at how I spent the 30 years before I met her as compared to the time since I created this  dynamic with her, it is shocking to consider that this highly charged sexual dynamic was always within  my grasp, and at the same time, just out of reach the whole time. It was really the absence of a willing  partner to make it all come together.  

Today, my view is that sexualizing their dynamic is the most worthwhile step a couple can take to bring their dynamic fully into alignment.  

SafferMaster and Lady Petra offer Kink Relationship Coaching with online, group, and  personal coaching options.  

You can access the coaching services offered by Lady Petra Playground by reaching  out for an initial conversation- LadyPetraPlaground@gmail.com  

The Patreon is also a way to sign up: https://www.patreon.com/LadyPetrasPlayground  Lady Petra and SafferMaster also produce the Kinky cocktail Hour podcast available on  all podcast platforms