My...what an interesting evening we had.


Interesting things happen when you step out of your comfort zone and push your own boundaries...and wonderful experiences come to you.

We attended kink night at the local swingers club,. The first time I have been to anything like this, our sexuality and our play has been part of our own space with trusted special guests the only ones to share any of this with us. We went along with friends which made the experience even more enjoyable as it was a delight to watch them both expand their own horizons and be able to be who they are and embrace that for the beautiful thing it it.

I went to a women's only pamper night there some months ago and expressed to Sir that i wanted to attend there one day with him...to allow both my voyeuristic and exhibitionists sides free to explore. Apparently my eyes lit up when it was mentioned that 'Fish' and a dear friend were going, Sir took the smile on my face as a suggestion that i would be open to attending also.

More details to follow.....

Anticipation....

Sir has indicated something will be happening this evening.

I will receive my instructions by txt message...the butterflies are dancing in my tummy in anticipation of what will unfold this evening.

A friend left her "toy bag" while she's away...maybe it's time to open it

Lesson: Never say never!

This submissive has just learnt this lesson yet again - never say never.

Last night just before I left Sir in His den and went to bed I had rolled off the couch onto the floor on my knees, my intention  was then to get up and say good night. I was naked, it was a warm evening and I was relaxed and sleepy.

Sir saw an opportunity and instructed me to stay where I was, on my knees and bent over the edge of the couch. I heard Him rustling and glanced sideways to the bench and then realised what He had picked up. The crop was something He used on a former sub and something I had said was not me nor likely to be me, I admit to a feeling in the pit of my stomach of anxiety and fear. This was a direction I had felt sure was not one I wanted to head in.

The first touch on my ass cheek surprised me although I knew it was coming, the second took my breath away as He was harder in wielding it than the first. Time and time again I felt the bite of the crop, my cheek warming and reddening to Sir's delight. I could hear the smile in His voice as He said "I thought you didn't want this? It seems you've changed your mind" The moistness between my legs, the dreamy space I found myself in and the delight at pleasing Him gave me a warm glow as I kissed him goodnight and headed to my bed. It seems yet another new direction for the butterfly and her Sir

Blissfully Bound

Rope has long held a fascination for me, in truth I think it's been a fascination before I understood why just like blindfolds. Since learning this Sir has been slowly bringing elements of rope into our play and recently it has a reaction that surprised us both.

I stood naked as directed, blindfold in place, awaiting his instruction. I heard the lid of the toy box lift , a sound which always intrigues me and gets my mind buzzing, never knowing what will appear. He took hold of my left wrist and began to wind and tie rope around it, then draped it across my ass as he made his way to the other side and that's when i reacted. The feel of the rope across my skin caused an instant response deep inside of me and I felt the twinge of orgasm which made me gasp. I had become instantly wet and aroused by the simple touch of rope. I still feel a twinge and tingle as I think and write about this and it happened a few weeks ago.

What is it about rope? I think with most things for me it's about restraint. I love being restrained and to feel restrained. I love my hair begin pulled tight, forcing me into submission or not allowing me to move. I love it when Sir restrains me with his body. I also love the feel of other things restraining me like cuffs and rope and clingfilm, to make me at His mercy and subject to his will.

To the point....

So....in September I said i was coming back to write...but that didn't happen. Real life sucks some times!

But I'm here now with a few new experiences under my belt since then - where do I begin?

Not at the beginning but instead with the most recent...a very pointed tale to tell ;)

Sir has long hinted at wanting to try needles and up until a few months ago i was adamant they weren't for me. Gradually however I started coming around - Sir, has the patience of a saint when he wants to and esp when he knows i will come round to his way of thinking given the right persuasion ;)

We purchased some a month ago and they have been lying there, taunting me in all their pointed ended glory, Sir deliberately delaying their introduction - because he could!.Meanwhile they kept coming up in discussion and I found myself drawn more and more to images of them on fetlife, showing them to Sir and practically talking myself into it. A test one of two a week ago confirmed that I was intrigued.

Then 2 nights ago the scene was set, I lay blindfolded and cuffed awaiting His touch. The smell of rubbing alcohol as he cleaned my skin, it's pungent odor filled my nostrils and started me tingling in anticipation. The tip uncapped near my ear and I heard the pop as the needle was released, holding my breath as I awaited it's entry into my skin. One by one, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly he pushed the needles in, circling my breast. My mind raced, sub space engulfed me, it's dark depths embracing me as i fell ever deeper within it's grasp. Orgasms rolled thru my body as he played my clit like a finely tuned instrument, one hand touching the needles, their sting reminding me of their presence.

My bodies reactions to their removal surprised me as I orgasmed strongly with each removal, needles it seems are definitely a hit with me!

Next morning I surveyed his handiwork, the small network of marks only obvious if you knew what you were looking for but I could see them and they make me smile. Now they have faded and I commented to Sir that I might need some more to replace them, He just smiled.