Slave Training
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This is one of my favorite fantasies that I replay over and over again in my mind when I have some “special” alone time in the tub that Paulo bought me. It definitely sends tingles down my spine (and a few other areas, lol!)
The private jet that picked me up for the conference in Belize was late; and I hate having to wait. I called the number given to me on the card, but all I was told by the bitch on the other end was that they still had to refuel the plane and get it ready for the trip. That set the rest of the mood for the flight. I should have been happy, but having to go alone with out any playmates put me in a sour mood. An entire week in a hotel room with no one to fuck - what a waste!
We took off from Miami and got out over open water. The hum and the empty passenger compartment made me sleepy. I awoke to the plane descending - “good,” I said to myself “we must be there.” I gathered my purse and laptop bag, and after we landed, the pilot opened the door to a very provincial airstrip. Honestly, I was put off - here I was waiting to go to an international hotel full of powerful business executives, and yet it seemed like we landed in the middle of nowhere!
A young man with slicked back hair walked up to the jet and handed me a wax-sealed envelope. I opened it and it read: “Sweetheart, the boys and I decided you needed a break. Enjoy this week at the Island, we’ve got everything paid for. But if you want to come home, the plane will bring you back. You just have to tell the pilot what to do. Love, Petra.”
I was angry, but also curious what this mysterious Island had in store for me. Petra was always a kinky girlfriend; I loved the way she always licked me like she was starving to death. I imagined this “Island” to be kinky. I had no idea what awaited me!
When I got to my room, I was shocked - no furniture, no windows - only a mattress in the corner. I turned to protest, but the door slammed shut behind me! A piece of paper slid under the door, and all that was written on it was: “the safe word is ‘yellow’.” I had no idea what was in store for me, but I was soon to learn that every minute was scheduled out for me.
Fifteen minutes after I arrived, I met “Mistress Alberta” - a big woman who opened my door and simply said: “it is time for the slaves to be washed.” I stood their mutely until she ordered two men dressed in leather thongs to take me by the arms. They drug me down the hall, followed by Mistress Alberta to the elevator, and pushed the e4 button. When the elevator door opened, we were standing in a basement, with two bare bulbs hanging in the cement cavern. “Strip” she ordered simply, and I obeyed, getting completely naked. She then said ’spot’, pointing her crop to a taped ‘X’ on the floor. I moved in position, and one of the men, clamped me in place. “Leave” she ordered the men, and they dutifully obeyed.
Mistress Alberta carefully laid her riding crop down on a chair, and picked up a garden hose, casually pointed it at me, and sprayed my naked and bound form. FUCK - it was cold and it stimulating, and I yipped instinctively. She didn’t like that, so she focused the spray right on my clit. Now I masturbate all the time with my shower head at home, but this felt 100 times more powerful. It hurt, but it felt GOOD- I couldn’t say no. And this woman, who looked almost like a school principal, was expertly using this spray to stimulate me. I felt degraded, I felt dirty, and I felt like CUMMING! So I did.
But I learned that wasn’t how a good slave was supposed to do things. We were only allowed to come when our masters or mistresses said we could. “Bad girls get the dunk tank” she said, turning off the hose, much to my disappointment. She unbound me and almost gently walked me over to an over sized aquarium, with a complex frame fixed to the top. “Lay down like a good slave girl.” She said, swatting my wet ass and making me jump. Her hands were strong, probably from years of discipline, and I wasn’t about to test her strength. I laid down facing the water, nervous about what was coming next.
“Good slaves only cummy when they are told. You’ve been a bad bad slave, haven’t you?” She rhetorically questioned me as she grabbed the back of my neck and plunged my face into the water. Every instinct in me screamed to struggle, but I knew my well being was in her hands. I held my breath until my lungs burned, and she pulled my face up as I gasped for air.
She trained me for another three hours that day, and by the end, I was exhausted. But she knew my real limits, and when they were reached, she led me to my room, opened the door, and put me to bed. She had really given it to me.
Each day was different, and each day was totally sexually amazing. Things I had never dreamed of doing, nerves I had never thought of as sexual were stimulated until I thought the universe would shatter. My orgasms were unspeakably good - almost the entire seven days was one long orgasm. In this dark dream I learned to serve, I learned to surrender. I learned to be a slave and how empowering it is to give up myself completely to someone. It is one of my favorite fantasies.
Movie Review: Insane Cock Brothers
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In my opinion bigger is almost always better. How much bigger? Well the guys in Insane Cock Brothers will be happy to show you just how massive a cock can get! Tiny tight white pussies get stretched to the breaking point with some of the biggest throbbing dicks you’ve ever seen. Some of these cocks are as big around as her arm, but she still manages to wedge them into her dripping wet slit and begs for more 
I’ve never found a cock QUITE that big at the clubs I visit, but I wouldn’t mind seeing just how much I could take - especially in my cute little ass (you know how I love anal!) All three holes get a full 18 inches of ebony shaft in this hardcore video that gets me wet every time I watch it - see if you agree as these horny white sluts get the fucking of their lives!
Introducing your lover to rough sex
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There’s a lot of ways to have great rough sex. Just remember - keep it safe, sane and consensual! If you and your partner want to try things a little rough, make sure she gives you a safe word, something that when she says it, you will stop what you’re doing immediately! Rough sex for women is usually about control; it’s that delicious feeling of losing control and having a man dominate you. I personally just love to be handcuffed during sex - it makes me feel great and usually I cum three or four times!
Try spanking as a great way to get rough. The feeling of her ass exposed and getting that hard ringing slap on her ass will really get a women who likes rough sex wet and ready! Another possibility is pinning her; hold her arms down, or grab a handful of her hair to control her movements as she gives you a blow job. And don’t forget that sexy rough and demanding voice! It always makes me weak in the knees when a lover grabs the back of my head and throat fucks me while grunting “Yeah, take it you little whore!” during rough sex.
Bubble Bath Bliss
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So if you read my blog every day (and I know that you do, right hon?) you know how much I love spa days. There is nothing better than the relaxation of being completely cared for, every wish and whim fulfilled. Lounging in those lush terrycloth robes, eating grapes and cheese while sipping wine - yum. But you may not know that I just love hot bubble baths! Paulo bought me a nice big tub for a present. It’s huge, and it has a built in heater so I never run out of hot water! I can just lean back and drift in peace with plenty of suds - and of course some waterproof sex toys. You haven’t lived until you’ve worked up to a nice orgasm in a bubble bath, then relaxed and almost fallen asleep in the soapy hot water. Absolutely blissful, and one of my favorite indulgences.
Sex Toy Review: Kama Sutra Weekender Kit
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Some of my more vanilla friends that know what I do come to me for advice on pleasing their lover in bed. The trouble with some of my girlfriends is that they’ve lived their lives so repressed, that when it comes to wanting to be a sexual creature in bed, they don’t know where to begin. I often turn them to the most basic of stimulants to help them release the inner animal that they have in them - oils, lubricants, and balms. The Kama Sutra weekender kit is perfect for those looking to spice up the bedroom and get out of the “five minute missionary” rut between late night talk shows. With a variety of oils that stimulate the five senses, you lover definitely won’t be yawning “pass me the remote” as he blandly humps you doggie style. Of course, I will leave it to both of you where and how to use this classic collection of love oils (or all three, if you feel like inviting friends). After all, finding out what feels good is half the fun!
Playing With Your Food
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I wake up after a long night of passionate sex, rubbing my eyes, naked in between your silk sheets. You are standing at the foot of the bed, hold a trade of food, insisting smiling, waiting for me to wake. I invite you into the bad and you place the tray on my lap, lifting the lid, revealing a bowl of liquid milk chocolate, a can of whipping cream, some cherries, and a bottle of water. You growl “well, I know what I’m going to eat” as you begin to drizzle the chocolate over my breasts. Your tongue meets my nipple and I gasp as the pressure of your suckling instantly makes my pussy wet with desire. You stop suckling long enough to kneel in bed, take the can of whipping cream and cover your rock hard member with the tasty treat, and smile. I instantly begin licking as you groan with pleasure your pulsing manhood growing purple with every stroke of my lips. Stopping for a moment, I ask “what is the water for?” You reply wordlessly by unscrewing the cap and dousing us both wet in bed, and then enter me, impaling me with your love.
Sensual Play in the Shoe Store
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I love shoes. I mean, I really love shoes - Paulo had to give up his study in the condo so I could make a new “closet” for them! And yes, I most often like the expensive ones, but in my vice, I even love picking up a cheap pair (or two) at those cheesy discount shoe stores if the shoes are cute. And that is where I met “him.”
He looked comically big stuffed in between those high racks of shoes. He was sweating - it was hot, and the old store’s air conditioning wasn’t keeping up with the hot Miami sun. The store had seen better days, and so had the man that came forward when he heard the bell on the door ring.
“Hi, what can I do for…oh, hello” he said, catching a glimpse of my leg. Obviously, he wasn’t used to a woman of my caliber walking into his hovel. “What can I do for you?” incredulous that I would actually be looking for shoes in a shoe store.
“Well,” I replied, “I’d like to look at shoes. I guess you could say I have a foot fetish.” He laughed nervously at my joke, asked some fitting questions, then scurried off to find something that would please me. He called out a few moments later, and sat me down in a dark corner of the store, and gently, lovingly slipped off my current shoe, and slid his suggested pair on, almost erotically.
“You have perfect, wonderful feet, my lady.” He said, looking at my toes as he slid the shoe on.
“You can call me Lily. What is your name?” I asked, noticing that he was now rubbing my calf, giving me a slow, but very sensual foot massage. I was enjoying the foot play far too much to resist his surprisingly smooth hands relax my feet and legs.
“It doesn’t matter.” he said, slowly ending his massage, and going back to find another pair to fit to my feet, dejectedly. I didn’t want the fun to end; his hands were magic, and I was always up for a new playmate. “Why did you stop?” I cooed at him.
“I was too forward. My wife - god bless her soul - had feet like yours, I’m sorry. I always used to rub her feet after we made love. I’m sorry, please forgive…” I crushed my mouth to his, cutting short his tale of woe, to try and light his fire of manhood once again. His lips met mine, and he started to thrust his tongue into my mouth. In moments I was on the floor with him, my hand down his pants, urging his manhood to its full thickness, and bringing back his carnal desires.
When he was hard enough, I stood up, and ripped off my blouse and bra, and dropped my skirt, and said hungrily “you take me now, you fuck me like a man, and you don’t apologize for it!” The freedom snapped in him, and soon he was naked. He was hairy, almost wolf like, and he growled when he saw my naked form only covered with hose and garters. He pounced on me, pushing me to the floor, and spreading my legs. He speared me with his throbbing manhood, every thrust an animal grunt as he grabbed at my ass, trying to push his whole being into me. His musky smell filled my nostrils as he pinned me to the floor, and the friction soon got me to the edge. With a few final grunts, he finished inside me, his jism bringing me to orgasm, and as we both shook in each others arms, we then relaxed for several minutes, our hearts racing.
After our encounter, he cleaned up, and proceeded to choose several pair of stellar stilettos and pumps that I still have to this day. The shop finally closed not that long ago. But those memories of that dusty shoe store floor will be with me forever.
Movie Review: Vivian Ireene Pierce
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It’s Friday night, and if you’re in the mood for bondage then I have the perfect adult video review for you. Vivian Ireene Pierce is a gorgeous brunette that just loves to be tied up in all sorts of inventive and exciting ways and her curvy body is only made more lovely when it’s outlined with thick ropes. If you think you’ve seen all the ways that a pretty girl can be tied up, then you’re in for a treat - Vivian shows off all sorts of looks including being tied up in the closet (what an amazing fantasy - the idea of being left in the dark, waiting for my captor to open the door and fuck me, struggling against the knots with duct tape covering my mouth to keep me from pleading for mercy or pleasure… the perfect setting for some BDSM phone sex) If you’ve ever fantasized about a sex slave tied and waiting for your pleasure in your bedroom then this is the one movie you just have to watch!
Sensual Foot Massage
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I’m sure most of you guys have tried rubbing a woman’s shoulders to get her “in the mood”, or maybe a back massage. But there’s one area that you can rub which will get you into her pants almost every time (no I’m not talking about her pussy, if you’re there you’ve already got it made!) I’m talking about sensual foot massage. If you can get a woman to put her feet up in your lap and let you give her a foot massage, you’ve got a fast ticket to a great night of sex.
Start by lightly rubbing the soles of her feet. Don’t tickle! Get the blood moving, then progress to a long slow stroke from the ankle outward to the tips of her toes until she’s got her eyes half closed with pleasure. You can also tug on her toes lightly, or try spreading them, especially if she wears high heel shoes to work each day. Rotating her ankles can also bring a lot of relief, and once your fingers have started moving up her legs it won’t be long until she’s purring like a cat. From there it’s a short step to playing with other, more sensitive areas 
Have fun!
Sex in an Elevator
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Isn’t it funny how people in an elevator generally don’t look at each other? I love to look around, maybe say hello to the folks I’m riding with. Sometimes you meet the most interesting (and sexy!) guys on an elevator ride. Like this one sexy dark-eyed guy that caught my eye on the elevator at my condo. I smiled and feeling naughty, decided to give him a flash of my panties by bending over and adjusting my stockings. As the elevator came to a stop I expected the doors to open for him to leave, so imagine my surprise when I felt his hands on my hips! “Ah, sexy, you shouldn’t tempt a man like that. He might decide to take you up on your offer.” That was when I noticed the key in the “Emergency” lock - a key which had been turned so that we were alone for as long as we liked. I bet you can imagine all the naughty things we did next
