The first 30 minutes....

My phone rings.

"blondage, I have an idea...."

When my dear friend "The Schoolgirl" gets her wheels turning, I know I'm in for it!

I loved her plan, of course. I would drive to her place to stay for the weekend. She and her boyfriend/sub "gman" would invite him over. It sounded simple on paper. Ha! It had taken careful, meticulous planning, and I was a nervous wreck!

What would he say? Would be be angry with me? Flustered? Most importantly, would the chemistry still be there after all this time.....????

I arrived at Schoolgirl's house early. She and her boy toy were planning to dress me. Yes, I mean that literally. We have, uhm, a very "close" relationship these days. We giggled like crazy as we tore through my over night bag. I modeled, they chose. Time for cocktails!

They made me a rather stiff drink, then sat down to watch me pace.

Lord, did I pace.

I felt their eyes on me, but I couldn't focus on anything but the floor. I was aware that they were talking. I knew they were talking about Him. I could even make out their tone - part giddy, part nervous for me. Their actual words remain a mystery.

I looked at my cell. Noting the time, I gulped. Any minute now....

I heard them gasp, and it registered in my slightly panicky brain that we had all just heard a car door.

Schoolgirl dashed to me, grabbed my shoulders, and smiled.

"Go get the door blondage."

I watched them scurry off around the corner. I knew they would at the very least be listening in. I was rather comforted by that.

He knocks.

I float to the door.

One last deep breath.

All of a sudden, there he is. I'm catapulted back in time. Memories of spooning, cracking up about boomsticks, choking on his enormous cock, and being spanked until his hands went numb flood my mind.

I see shock and recognition in his expression.

Am I breathing? I think I'm breathing.

I notice his lips beginning to twitch.

His eye brow raises slightly.

"Hello blondage."

I can't help it. I totally giggle.

"Surprise?"

He smiles.

"I should have known....."

One minute we were standing there; the next I was shoved against the wall, his hand threaded firmly through my long blond hair.

"What am I going to do with you??"

He sounds a bit exasperated.

I fight a smile.

"You might think about kissing me hello."

He swiftly spins me around to face the wall.

"No."

I feel his breath, warm against my neck.

His hands slowly drift down my body.

Oh my God....I remember those hands.....

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I yelp and whimper.

I see my friends out of the corner of my eye. They're not just listening. They are watching! Rascals.

SMACK!

SMACK!

I try to press back against him but he holds me firmly in place.

SMACK!

His free hand snakes around me, pinching my nipples.

SMACK!

SMACK!

He presses against me. Mmmmm. I feel that he is rock hard already.

I'm kind of terrified, but ohhhhhh so very wet.

I know exactly what * I * want.

I know that HE knows exactly what I want.

But will he give it to me?

If you are good little flowers, I just might tell you.

Yep, he nailed me

My First Dom emailed me a wee note that has had my wheels turning all morning.

Irony 2. a. Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs

Masochism 1. The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused

Masochistic Irony (my own term) When one who has a masochistic leaning fears needles.

He's so clever he makes my brain hurt.

It IS kind of odd that I live for rough sex, spankings, paddlings, floggings, etc; yet I am TERRIFIED of needles and the pain associated with those shots. The rational side of me can see that perfectly. It IS odd.

But.....the bratty side of me is sticking out her tongue and making a semi-obscene gesture, that would probably get her in a LOT of trouble.

*scampers off giggling*

The ultimate mystery -- where the hell is all the good D/s porn?

Let's talk about porn, shall we Flowers?

D/s porn, to be specific.

I've bitched and moaned about the lack of hot D/s porn a thousand times. It's close to impossible to find. There is ONE pay site that have seen that offers some good stuff, but it is outrageously expensive. No thanks.

MFD, aka My First Dom, periodically sends me these rants that always make me giggle. His latest is about this very subject, and I got permission to post it here.

I think you will appreciate the way his mind works, and get a bit of a feel for what drew me to the man in the first place. He cracks me the hell up!

Please to enjoy.....


I am going through one of my internet obsessive periods..... which means there is a rant coming on.

I like bondage, sex and porn. That's pretty damn simple and I know I am not the only one. So why is it so hard to find good bondage sex porn? Sure, I can find some crack whore wearing a gas mask who is peeing on a fat guy in a gimp hood in an abandoned warehouse or dingy garage, but why, oh why can't I find quality photos of attractive people having some Ds bondage sex that doesn't involve a bathroom or obviously simulates rape?

I mean, come on. Let's talk economics here. Is all that bondage gear really being sold to one guy with a windowless van and poor social skills? There are some really great sites that show extreme hotties bound in expensive lingerie but rarely is there any sex involved. Now don't get me wrong, I like extreme hotties bound in expensive lingerie (oh God, do I like extreme hotties bound in expensive lingerie) but I want a little more. Why do we have to make the jump from pin up art bondage to some abused girl that obiviously is just trying to score enough cash for her next fix?

For me, its a sexy, fantasy mind game where I control, tease and please so well that she WANTS me to DO IT AGAIN and again.... and even again if I haven't already fallen asleep.

I give thanks to those who do produce the quality babe shots, but hey, can't you bridge the gap between the solo glamour model and the swastika tattooed bald chick chained to the radiator?

/end rant

Flowers, your thoughts? :)

A cock whuppin'!

As I type this post, my eyes are absolutely on fire because I have been laughing so hard that all of my mascara has run in to my poor eyes.

*verrrry impish grin*

If you've checked out the "update" on the previous post about anal sex, you may have realized that uh.....I totally got busted. *grin* I gave My First Dom (I suppose I will start calling him MFD here) my blog addy a long time ago. I guess I just assumed he'd kinda forgetten about it. WRONG! He read my glowing little review of his "anal prowess". Direct quote from the email I received, "I think I just made the blog.....". HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Uhm, yes, yes you did Sir!!! LMAO! Dare I mention that was not the first time? Nawwwww.... Flowers, we'll just keep that "our little secret", k? ;)

Today on the way back from lunch, Cougar and I discussed the anal post, and I was giggling about catching him off guard with it (and vice versa, 'cause when he emailed me, I was stunned! LOL).

Ohhhhh Flowers. I had another memory flash.

Of course, I immediately told The Coug.

Blondage: Ohhhhhmygawd. I just remembered something!

Cougar:?!?!?!?!?

Blondage: In one of our first phone conversations, before we ever met in person, we'd been talking about sex...

Cougar: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!???

Blondage: He said to me, in that low, calm voice of his, "I'm not a small man Blondage.". It was a reference to his cock. Talk about a mental orgasm!!!!! *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

Cougar: *shrieks and whoooooops* Was it long enough to spank you with it?

Now Flowers.

I don't know how in the hell to write what she did so that you fully grasp the hilarity that ensued. Picture us sitting in her vehicle in the parking lot, about to get out of the car. She asks me the question about him spanking me with his cock, and while I am shrieking and gasping for breath, she starts making these....hand gestures. Actually, it was more like a full body gesture. She had her hands waaaaaaaay out in front of her, pretended to hold an extremely long cock with both hands, and started making these frantic, jerky "whipping" gestures. We're talking FULL BODY MOTION too!!!!

So I am dying....and she starts making the gestures, and then makes COMMENTS.

Blondage: *absolutely wrecked with laughter*

Cougar: *frantic cock whipping gestures* BEND OVER!

Blondage: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Cougar: I'm gonna SPANK you with it!!!! *whip whip whip whip*

Blondage: OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *screeeeeeeaming*

Cougar: *whipping with every syllable for emphasis* NAUGH-TY GIRL! YOU NAUGH-TY NAUGH-TY GIRL!!! BENNNNNND OVER!!!!!!!!

Blondage: *shriek/sputter/HOWL*

Cougar: Take THAT! *whip-whip-whipping motion* NAUGH-TY GIRL! NAUGH-TY GIRRRRRRL!!!!

Can an appendix suddenly burst due to mass quantities of hysterical laughter? I swear to god, I am lucky to be alive.

*wink*

Happy Friday, my pretty pretty Flowers!

I'm feelin' naughty.

Let's talk about anal sex, shall we?

*wicked grin*

Anal has come up several times in random conversations I have had in the last week or so, and now, I can't seem to get it out of my mind. Wheeeeee!

So let's talk anal.

The first time I tried it I hated it. H-A-T-E-D it. I was in college. He was the jackass I lost my virginity to. He was four years older than me. My young, innocent little brain assumed older equaled sexual knowledge and/or experience. WRONG!!!!!!

In his favor, I should mention he had a really, really nice cock. I remember it being quite big, but keep in mind, it WAS the first one I'd ever played with. ;)

So, back to my first anal experience.

It was DREADFUL! Aaaaaaack!!!! He used ZERO lube, he went WAY too fast for my virgin ass, and he was just clueless! UGH!

Bad bad bad.

Soooo....I thought I would never in my life feel like going there again....

And I got older...

And I began to explore my "submissive" side...

And I read this damn book. *grin* I wish I could remember the name of it. I lost it years ago. It was about this submissive and her first Master, and how she eventually was expected to surrender her ass. :)

Well....

It was fucking HOT.

So I started fantasizing about being in that scenario...

And I met my first Dom.

*purrrrrrrrrrrrr*

I can't remember what I told him exactly -- whether I mentioned to him I had only had anal once or not....I may have just told him I loved it, loved the idea, or whatever....

That first weekend we spent together....jesus.

Things with him have gotten hazier than I would like in my mind, but I remember crystal clear the first time he took my ass. I was tied up, tied TO my futon, kneeling on the floor... He had been going at me with all kinds of fun things (floggers, paddles, everything but the kitchen sink)... My ass was on fire from all sorts of fun abuse. Ooomph. I was to that point where I was so turned on I would have said yes to any thing his wicked mind could conjure up. He was spanking me HARD, and fingering me periodically, making me frikking insane. He paused and hissed in my ear, "Now Blondage, your Master is going to take your ass." That calm, stern voice... That was 11 years ago, and I STILL shiver when I think about his words and the tone of his voice. He used lots of lube, and went verrrrrrrrrry slow....and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy goooooooooooooooooooood.

It. Was. Fantastic.

.....and an anal ehnthusiast, was born.

*wink*

My "anal submission" is not about just the pleasure I have learned how to get from the act itself. It's a combination of things -- the thrill of the forbidden, the feeling of being incredibly naughty and daring, the MENTAL aspect of it.... All sorts of different things pile on top of each other and the end result? The most incredibly astounding, full body vibrating, insanely intense orgasms ever.

*purr*

- - - UPDATE - - -
Omg.....I just got sooooooooooooo busted. *sheepish grin* Everyone wave hello to the handsome man in the corner with the really calm, stern voice......

*scampers off giggling*