Bad Bad Girl

It was the end of the evening and we were feeling relaxed and comfortable.  The play party had been fun and exciting and even educational.  I haven’t written too much about it and I will soon, I promise.  This however, was one of the highlights of the evening, and my homework this week was to write about it.

The large conference room was a comfortable setting where there was still some play, but mostly groups sitting and talking.  It was around 2AM and we were sitting on the floor at the side of the room.  The group was about 10 people, Sir and I included.  I was still in just my panties and a sweater, the corset having long been removed when we fucked earlier in the evening.  It was a bitch to get on the first time, I was not about to attempt it a second time.

The conversation was light and fun.  Sex toys, materials and different ways to use the same thing.  We all spoke highly of metal toys like the njoy and fun toys like smart balls and the Hitachi.  One of the guys Oblique, was talking to Sir about making toys, the Hitachi and the dimmer switch. I gave my input about the dimmer and how it’s been reported to not make it less strong, but just a slow incline between low and high. We all went back and forth between praising it and joking about it when Oblique started talking about the Modified Hitachi he made. He had set it to a box that gave it different settings, pulses, strength.

My hitachi slut ears perked up? Strength? He reported that it was about 20% stronger as he pulled it out of his bag. It was a box that was covered in blue and the settings were written in sharpie. Clearly this was the prototype, but we looked at it, turning it on and going through the settings. I can’t remember them all but the standard ones, the build up, or the fade out. slow and fast pulse. Then the steady one- high. Oh yes, it did feel a bit stronger in my hand. a little louder too.  I brazenly purred over it.

I was exhausted as it was now about 2AM, and I had been beaten and fucked and pushed to more orgasms than I thought a girl could safely HAVE in one day- but you know, this was a Hitachi. It’s the orgasm for dummies! Oblique said I was welcome to try it out. The crowd all agreed. I looked at Sir, feeling a bit shy, but then again- just 20 minutes sooner this very same crowd had watched Sir flog my thighs and my tits and my shoulders. We were all friends now…

“Go ahead Pet. Be a good girl.”

He moved so that I was sitting between his legs. He sat up and put one arm around me, his hand on my breast. The other hand was on the controller. We moved through the settings. Each of them getting a reaction from me- both physical and verbal, and sometimes a laugh from the crowd. The setting that started high and faded down, made me jump. You never quite knew WHEN it was going to start- and then it immediately started to fade down to nothing. Then BAM it starts again. The small crowd laughed and I felt Sir laughing with them. The setting that built up was nice. It didn’t build too slowly, but didn’t stay high long enough. “Just long enough to piss you off when it goes away,” I said. More laughter.

The intermittent pulses, the patterns, I didn’t care for but the steady fast pulse was nice. Not enough to get me to orgasm, but definitely enough to make me start to beg for the last setting. When he set it, my voice made a shocked, “ahh” that melted to an obscene gutteral “aaaauummm.” I felt Sirs other hand on my hip now and he leaned in and nibbled at my ear. I closed my eyes now, but wasn’t completely able to drown out the voices of the people talking. There was a “wow” and an “oh my..” It was the Hitachi alright, but a little more juice- and in front of a crowd. I let my legs fall open, where they were once bent and I leaned back into Sir. I wonder what he must have been thinking. His slut, and all these strangers watching her get off.

I let the big vibrating ball find it’s way to my sweet spot and I sunk down into it. My body starting to shake and tremble and my whimpers becoming moans and curses.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… oh my god. ohhh fuuuuuuuck.  yessssss yes oh fuck yess…..

My body bucked and my whole body trembled.  All I felt was the Hitachi in my hand and Sir’s hand still firmly on my breast.  The rest of me was me was hot liquid.

I kept my eyes closed while I recovered and the “oh my god” that came out of someone’s mouth reminded me that there were people watching me.  I opened my eyes and giggled sweetly.  ”Oh hi!”  I said outloud.  Everyone laughed.  One guy said, “That was re-eally hot!”

I leaned back and Sir took my mouth in his, kissing me.  Proud of his girl.

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Sir: What’s the problem?

BBG: I’m just having trouble focusing today, Sir.  I have so much work to do.

Sir:  Pet, we talked about this.  No more late nights!  Get off of Twitter.  Put your nipple clamps on so you can remember who owns you.  Get to work, be my good girl.

BBG: I left the clamps at home, Sir.

Sir: I ASKED you to pack so you had everything!  You know you are supposed to have your clamps and your plug at all times.

BBG:  I know that, Sir.  I forgot.

Sir:  Fine.  Rubber bands or binderclips… I want something on those nipples in 15 minutes

BBG: I’m sorry, Sir.

Sir:  Don’t be sorry- make it happen, slut and then get back to work.

He didn’t ask for a photo, but I knew he would want it.  I wasn’t about to test THAT loophole.

After I sent it, he sent me a text:

I believe you have your HNT for this week.  You can cross THAT off your list.  Now get back to work!

And if you are wondering- I wrapped the rubber band 4 times and it hurts like a bitch in a nipple-clamp-good way.  Taking it off, hurts like a bitch in the nursing-baby-biting-your-nipple-BAD kind of way.

Happy HNT.

Sometimes the pretty lingerie is nice, but when you’re completely naked, it’s good to have just a little something extra.

Peek a boo.

Just a little extra something.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday.

So one thing that I did in Boston was attend a convention.  Before you get all excited (or maybe you really WILL) get excited, it was a sci-fi/ fantasy convention.  Yes….  it’s true.

We only went for one day but there was three (or four) days of sci fi geekery and people walking around in costumes and other cool get ups.  I was quite impressed really and it was fun to get dressed up.  My outfit was not really anything that I would call ’sci-fi’ or ‘fantasy’ ish although I suggested I could go dressed as a 50’s housewife, carrying around a pie.  That’s pretty ‘fantasy’ for me.

Anyway- we put together an outfit that consisted of a black velvet skirt, long velvet gloves (that were too long) and this corset from Tabu Toys.   I also had a cute little pillbox.  I looked very much like a saloon girl.  However, I did look hot- and I felt hot even if I wasn’t in a full victorian corset or you know, painted like an avatar.

The Allure Victorian Corset is truly a gorgeous piece of lingerie.  It holding you in the way a corset should, nice boning but somewhat movable… unless you needed to bend at the waist.  That was not going to happen.  I was a little too short for the shoulders, so my strap kept coming off my shoulder.  Sir said it added a little bit of sex appeal.  I don’t know about added sex appeal, but it’s so typical that not matter where I am, I’m the slut with her bra strap hanging off of her shoulder.

It has busks in the front and laces up in the back.  It’s just a regular cording, not any pretty ribbon.  It could be dressed up with a nicer ribbon or some thin hemp rope.  All night I was tempting Sir to just cut the damn thing off of me by the cording in the back.  It would be easy to replace!!

Also you can see some fancy thigh high stockings in the picture.  Well, you sorta can.  This are supposed to stay up on their own, but really- had I been without the skirt, it would have made more sense to use the garters that the corset came with.  They just didn’t stay up.  Not at all.  They never do.  Unless there is so much elastic that you are cutting off your circulation… thigh highs just don’t stay up on big girls.  It’s just a fact of big girl life.  It was ok though- the skirt was long and nobody noticed!!

I did not see this corset on the Tabu Toys website in any other size than XL.  It fit me almost perfectly, besides the straps.  I’m short, what can I say.  There is no underwire, but my cleavage did not suffer one bit.  It actually turned out to be perfect and I did get many compliments on it all night long.

Thanks to Tabu Toys for recommending this gorgeous corset for me.  It was quote a hit at the Sci Fi Convention!!  The geeks have good taste!!

Once inside- we but my bags down and he showed me around. Lots of stairs and doors and I wondered how I would remember how to get to the bathroom. I put my things down and removed my clothes as instructed while Sir sat in his chair. It was a big red chair that seemed like it would be a comfy place to relax at the end of a long day.

I walked to him and reached for the pillow he bought for me. I plopped it down on the floor and sat down between his legs. Resting my head on his thigh. I curled my arm under his leg and rested, reminded myself of the words from a dear friend and lover in his first experiences in submission.

“I still remember the strobe and the smoke, the first time I got up the nerve to kneel and cautiously wind my arm up my lovers leg like a pet, like an acolyte- like a slave.” -Giacomoslegacy (fetlife)

My friend and I had spoken a lot about his years as a collared slave. I was always intrigued by his stories and I know he will be interested in my journey. While my time here was short, I was in it for all I could give. Sir stroked my hair gently and we spoke in low tones. Soaking in the moment. Feeling it.

In the 9 weeks we spent apart, we spoke a lot about power dynamics and things such as this. Things that showed my submission that were simple but meaningful. I was more than willing to DO them, but not exactly sure how I would feel. Who knows if it was simply a fantasy becoming reality?

Then he said, “Kneel Up Pet, I have something for you.” He got up from the chair and I knelt on my knees, hands behind my back like I had learned in my Kink Academy videos. He kissed me and then closed my eyes. I heard him moving about the room and I struggled to keep my balance. After a few minutes of him looking around for what he had misplaced, I asked if I could sit on my heels for fear of falling. He allowed this, just as he found what he was looking for.

I smelled the leather before he put it around my neck. It felt heavy and thick and as soon as he wrapped it around my neck and buckled it in back, my shoulders dropped and I exhaled heavy. He helped me to my knees, and walked me to the mirror. “Open your eyes, Pet.”

I smiled wide, but fought back tears. It was beautiful, simple and truly perfect. A black on black thick collar with a ring and loop hanging down. For all the options, he knew that I would be cute and girly about flashy colors and things, but he knows me. He knows what kind of a girl I am, what kind of woman. Not flashy, not cute. This was not a symbol of some distorted self image. This is who I am, and what I am to him.

It is his promise. His commitment to me. It’s a physical symbol of trust and honesty and communication. It was something we spoke about. Something we both believed would mean something, but maybe we weren’t sure what. To me, it meant everything. It meant that this was not just a weekend trip for sex. It was not just some casual D/s play weekend. No, this means that I am his. That he wants me to be his- and that he is not afraid to show it.

He also gave me a very special “charm” to clip on to it. It was just a fun and playful light that was a motion sensor so you could see your pet in the dark. It is adorable cute. I wore my collar most of the weekend. To the convention we went to, to lunch, ice cream, to the play party- where he also led me on a leash.

He hooked the leash to me now, and led me to his bed. All of my movements were controlled by the leash or my collar. He pulled me where he wanted me to go- yanked my collar to reposition me on the bed, on his cock, on my back. He tied me down and beat my skin until I was pink and flushed. Finally when I was vulnerable, humbled and owned, Master climbed between my legs and fucked his collared slut for the first time.

It’s about time that I talk about my weekend with Sir.  There’s so much to say, and much of it is very dear and personal to me- so I will give a global statement that it was amazing.  It exceeded every single one of my expectations.  Granted, that is not very hard to do- but I had yet to find a man willing to take the time to do it.  From the moment I arrived, I was in girl heaven.

I texted him to tell him that the plane had landed and that I would be making a quick stop to the ladies room before making my way to baggage claim.  He responded with, “Bring me your panties.”

my panties???

I made my way to the ladies room and as I removed my panties, I wished that I had worn sexier panties.  Isn’t that always my problem?  I was on a plane for 6 hours, I didn’t want to be sexy as much as I wanted to be comfortable.  So I removed my big girl wedgie free panties and shoved them in my pocket.  Then I freshened up and made my way to baggage claim.  I had done my makeup on the plane, so I thought I looked pretty good.

I made my way through Logan and down the escalator to baggage claim.  It was there, that he was waiting for me.  At the bottom of the escalator.  It was as if he saw me before I saw him (perhaps he heard my heart beating as I approached) as he sort of stepped into view as I was about half way down.  He had a half smile.  I didn’t run down the escalator, I tried to maintain an ounce of dignity.  But it was a moment, one of those damn airport moments that you see in the movies.  sigh

When I reached the bottom, I stepped off as he reached for my hand.  He pulled me in, wrapped his other hand around me and kissed me.  Hard.  I melted into his arms and felt how familiar his kiss was, even though it had been so many weeks.

“Hello Pet.”

“Hi Daddy.”

The warm sense of belonging and safety, the giddiness of new romance, and the thrill of submission crawled over my skin.  He pulled away and put his hand out.  I reached in and handed him my panties.  He smiled and put them in his pocket.

I was his now, he just wanted to make sure I knew it.

Yeah, it kinda went like that.

My first night in Boston, we decided to meet some friends for dinner at this good sushi place.  Earlier in the week I  had arranged for Babeland to send these to these to Sir so I could review them over the weekend.

The panties were kind of a fail.  I mean, if you are a skinny girl you might be able to get them to work, but under your clothes, they just aren’t going to be comfortable.  The panties DO have a nice pocket so you can put the vibe in it and it rests against your clit.  However, it’s a roundish egg.  Not an oblong bullet.  I wondered if, under my jeans I would look like I had a tiny hint of a penis. If I’m going to look like I have a penis, it will not be a tiny hint of one.

So I opted for insertion.  It has a nice retrieval cord.  So we put in the batteries, I put it in and gave Sir the remote.  One click and about dropped my glass!  Wow- that is unexpected!!

It is not the worlds strongest vibrator.  But it was definitely a good buzz.  Inserted, I wanted to wriggle around a bit while it buzzed.  Sir was futzing a little with the controller.  There are three speeds that you have to go through to turn it off, and unfortunately no indicator lights so the controller of the vibe doesn’t really KNOW when it’s off other than my the expression of the wearers face.  We turned it off and left for dinner.

During the drive, he turned it on a few times, counting the button pushes so he knew when it was off, but he seemed to either miscount or not push the button hard enough because it was almost never off when he thought it was.  We arrived at the restaurant and greeted @silverdaydreams, @septimus1812 and @radagast22.  We settled and then Sir handed the remote to Silverdaydreams.

What happened then is pretty much what I would expect?

What is this?? pushing the button. 

Is this FOR something?? pushing the button.

Is this what I THINK it is? pushing the button.

Septimus laughed. “Oh I know what that is!!”  He took it from her.  I was at this point, giggling and jumping in my seat.  Sir was laughing.  SilverDayDreams was still sort of confused. “It’s for HER!” he said to her- watching me flinch with every push of the button.

“OHHHHH! He is wicked with those,” as the realization came over her.

Septimus stared at me from across the table and I bit my lip.  Yes, it was a pretty hot moment and I wasn’t really able to hide it.  Everyone was giggling, but I wasn’t.  I was sort of- frozen for a moment.  I was a bit intimidated now, I mean, how was I supposed to react when a respected friend of my Sir is sitting across the table- holding the keys to my vibrating pussy….  I looked at Sir… a sort of eyebrows raised, “help?”

What exactly is the protocol for public teasing by someone else’s Dom in New England??  This isn’t LA!!

I giggled it off and Sir reached out at took the remote from him.  He hit the buttons a few more times, “is it off?”  No, Now? yes, Sir.

It went into his pocket until the next guests arrived and he showed THEM the remote and explained what it was for.  Another round of giggles and an embarrassed girl.

The remote did stay in his pocket for most of the meal, except when I leaned over and rested my hand on him, accidentally hitting the button myself- and then jolting up in my chair.  Sheesh!!  It was like America’s Funnies Home Sex Videos!!

After the first course I excused myself to use the rest room.  As I stepped away from the table, he zapped me.  I yelped out, the group laughed.  I turned back and everyone had resumed conversation.  The vibrator however, was still on.  “Sir?”I called to him.  He turned to look at me, and winked.  Ok- so I guess he wants it on.

I went into the bathroom which was just a small room to the side.  I knew I couldn’t remove it without permission- so
I sat down and attempted to empty my bladder.  Ummmmm- yeah- that isn’t easy when there’s something VIBRATING in your pussy.  I couldn’t relax- and oh my god- was I going to somehow get electrocuted?  Of course not.  Right?

RIGHT??

I sat for about 30 seconds, taking deep breaths and telling my body that I was perfectly safe.  When I exited the restroom I sat down and said, “ok- well THAT was not easy!!”  Of course he looked at me somewhat confused.  No he didn’t realize it was still on.

Laughs all around!!!

So while this was not going to give me an orgasm, it was definitely fun and a nice warm up to the evening.  Thanks Babeland for letting me try it, to my friends for being good sports, and to that lovely little sushi restaurant in New England.  I know have the BEST sushi story ever!!!

I love dual stimulation. I make no secret that while I love vibration, pressure or a tongue on my pussy- I like it even better if there is something inside me. The same for penetration, I love a hard cock, a dildo, a gspot toy inside me, but when you add some thing on my clit, it makes it that much better, that much more intense, that much stronger. I’m a sucker for rabbit style vibes for this very reason. Pleasing two zones with one… stone.

Anyway- when I saw that Je Joue had a new sex toy that looks like a nice g-spot dildo, I thought… ohh that’s pretty. Then I did more reading. Dual stimulation? My ears perked up a little. oh?? I wondered if it was similar to the Rockchick, which I admit let me a bit frustrated. When Eden Fantasys contacted me to review it, I thought- sure- why not! It seems to be the new sexy toy out right now, lets give it a try. When I received it, the packaging reminded me very much like Lelo packaging does. Very well done and you wonder for a moment if someone send you a nice watch or something. Charging it is easy, as the two buttons for on and off are magnetic and you just place the adapter over they two connectors and plug in the other end. Easy. So easy.

The G-Ki is g-spot dildo, but also can be used for external vibration. The base, or the end that is mainly used for holding on or cltoral stimulation is long and wide, the gspot end narrows out and is somewhat bulbous at the end. Despite being long and curved, the G-Ki is a tricky little dildo. It’s got… joints. It’s bendable. Two joints to be exact, each of them allowing the the G-Ki to curl into an uneven U-shape. No worries about the vibrations being strong at the gspot and weak on the clit. No- the entire toy vibrates at the same strength and speed.

It’s a luxury vibe. More buzz and less rattle. It’s not a vibe that will get you there in 3 minutes or less. Luxury vibes are for spoiled pussies that need love and attention. Of course all pussies should GET love and attention, but the Hitachi is not exactly a “love and attention” vibe, it’s a “when you must have an orgasm- right. fucking. now” kind of vibe.

It’s rechargeable, waterproof, non-porous, phthalates free, hypo-allergenic, latex free, quiet. With the right amount of pressure and thrusting it makes my g-spot melt. MELT, I tell you.  Arch my hips so my clit presses towards the vibrating base and makes this warm tingly orgasm deliciousness.

Bravo to Je Joue for making such a quality toy!  And Thanks to Eden Fantasys for letting me try it out!!

I am not showing lingerie today, but just giving a little peek of my time with Sir.  It was a simply perfect weekend.

It took some preparation to get ready for my trip.

For instance, I got my nails done.

and a pedicure….

Sir did some shopping also to present me with a wonderful gift when I arrived.

Thank you Sir, for a wonderful weekend.

I wish I was all naked next to you, but I will settle for being half nekkid in pictures.