adventures of a bad girl

2015-08-30T17:32:00.001-07:00

2014-11-15T09:26:00.001-08:00

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Cbt :500
Foot fetish : 100

Let Me Blackmail You

2014-11-14T13:20:00.000-08:00

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Dirty smelly squirt stained panties

2014-09-14T11:19:00.001-07:00

You can hear me down the phone rubing and rubing till I'm about to cum.

Sat in the corner quietly awaiting my punishment

You come home from work and order me to take off all my clothes apart from my panties.

Hands above my head against the wall leaning forward I can feel your eyes boring into me. Your brain ticking over with the things your going to do to your naughty mina.

I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as a hand rubs up and down my crotch. Slowly to start with and then harder. I can feel your hard throbbing cock as you pull me closer

Your breathe on me as your lips slowly caress the curve of my neck, my heart beating faster and faster as the anticipation of my punishment comes over me.

Your hand slips under the fabric of my panties and I feel your fingers enter me. Your large hands twist and twirl, making me dribble down my legs.

I hear you remove your belt and drop your jeans. You grab my hair pushing my head further down the wall.

I feel you rip my panties off and slip your hard cock inside me, thrusting deeper and harder. I wince as I feel you touching my cervix. Deeper and deeper you thrust and the pain starts to subside. As the tingling starts my legs start to feel wobbly and I can feel it building as my liquids squirt all down my thighs. The orgasm builds and builds as my heart pounds in my chest. I succum to the pleasure and feel my legs go, as I slump to the floor, you catch me and stroke my hair as I recover my composure.

Holding me up you lay me to the floor and curl up next to me on the floor with your arms wrapped round me.

2014-08-23T09:52:00.001-07:00

The Art Of Erotic Spanking

2014-07-13T01:12:00.001-07:00

for the love of spanking

Yes, spanking can be sexy, and a majority of women have fantasies about being spanked. Most men, too, find spanking a woman to be a strong sexual turn-on.

But sexual spanking is not the same as the punishment spanking we may have experienced as children.

For a woman, the turn-on is not so much in the sensation of pain as it is in the feeling of helpless submission and vulnerability of being bent over her partner's lap, the attention being paid to her behind (a primary erotic zone), the feeling of a man's hand warming her buttocks, and the anticipation of sexual pleasures to come.

For a man, the arousing aspect of spanking is the feeling of control and power over his helpless lover, and the excitement of playing with her attractive bottom, turning it pink and putting her in the mood for some hot, passionate sex.

To master the art of erotic spanking, it is important to understand the following six principles:

The bottom is a prime erogenous zone; however, unlike other zones such as the breasts and back of the neck, the sexual arousal nerves in the bottom are buried in a layer of fat and require harder stimulation — like in spanking — to trigger them;

The physiological process of sexual arousal demands that before orgasm can occur, blood must be collected and kept in the genitals and nearby areas. Spanking creates just such a physiological response, as the stinging of the skin causes blood to collect in the bottom (and simultaneously in the nearby genitals), thus accomplishing "mechanically" what caresses and kisses do psychologically;

A properly done spanking, such as over the knee or with a cushion or other support propping up the woman's bottom, causes the bottom to squirm from the sting, simultaneously resulting in her rubbing her clitoris on the supporting knee, pillow, etc.

The feeling of "surrender" or submission is an important part of a woman's sexual response, as many women need to give up control and give themselves "permission" to feel sexual. Spanking incites and reinforces such feelings;

The last two spanking principles, and some specific tips to make it really hot...

Master The Art Of Erotic Spanking

However, a woman must feel safe before she can give up control and surrender. Therefore, you must first earn her trust before attempting the game of erotic spanking. You must equate the spanking with sexual pleasure, eschewing any anger, sado-masochistic impulses or desire to humiliate her.

The tacit understanding, no matter what the role play, should be that spanking is a form of

foreplay and that orgasm is the goal of both players. Therefore, the actual spanks should be mixed with caresses and gentle rubbing of her bottom and genitalia, and other foreplay if possible.

sexual spanking

To use spanking in your sexual repertoire, it is always good to do a little role playing. You can play the stern guardian or headmaster punishing the naughty schoolgirl, or the offended husband or lover pretending to punish his wife or girlfriend for some imaginary transgression.

There are hundreds of roles that can be used as an "excuse" to give your lover a sexy over-the-knee spanking, but whatever role you choose to play, here are some tips to make it especially sexy:

1- Give her a specific "punishment" time and make her wait for it

The anticipation will add to her sexual arousal and increase her receptivity. You can accentuate this by making her wear ben wa balls or play with herself at regular intervals while waiting for her spanking. Of course, you will want to ensure that she obeys your instructions, and that she knows her spanking will be harder if she disobeys.

2- Order her to "prepare herself" for her spanking

This could mean taking a bath and making herself clean and beautiful, or dressing in a particular way (e.g. in a schoolgirl outfit, in particular lingerie or in another sexy costume). Tell her that the length of her spanking will depend on how beautiful you find her at the appointed time. These acts of preparing herself will have a direct effect on her state of arousal, as it will make her think about it constantly.

3- Take your time to inspect her appearance when she presents herself for her spanking

Comment on every aspect that might add to her punishment or subtract from it, and let your eyes and hands inspect every inch of her body. The intense scrutiny you are giving her will intensify her excitement.

4- Before beginning the spanking, make her perform a ritual

This could be kneeling in front of you and begging forgiveness for the imaginary transgression. Always agree that she will be forgiven after her "punishment," as you don't want to humiliate her. You should act as if you are only spanking her "for her own good," and you might even tell her about how you intend to ravish her if she is a "good girl" during her spanking.

So what should you do once you have her across your knees? Find out how to perform the perfect sexual spanking session...

Master The Art Of Erotic Spanking

5- When she is across your knees, take your time before starting

Play with her bottom, squeezing and "testing" its firmness and fullness — and you can feel between her legs to see if she is getting wet. Tell her what you are going to do to her bottom, and how it will look in a few minutes. If you feel her trembling with excitement, you know she is really ready!

6- Ease into the heavier spanking

When you actually start the spanking, you may start by spanking her over her clothing, then over her panties (if you have her wearing them). Once you have warmed her bottom, you will always want to spank her on her bare bottom, as that is the sexiest kind of spanking.

Alternate a dozen or so spanks with rubs of her bottom, using firm but very sexual stroking to spread the warmth all over her rump. A finger between her legs can be used to get her breathing faster. You can also alternate spanks with gentle rubbing of her clitoris, tugging of her labia or caressing of her anus. This will make her associate spanking with other pleasurable sensations, thus conditioning her to get aroused to spanking. Take your time, savoring every smack and every feel of that delectable behind.

7. Use the right technique

The slightly cupped palm with fingers together is the best way to spank, as it makes a good smacking sound and reddens the skin without causing excessive pain. If she seems to be unmoved by such spanks, you can give her a few with a flat palm and spread (relaxed) fingers — those are the stingiest — until she squirms or responds.

A slow tempo, with an irregular rhythm, is the best technique, as the moments of anticipation between each stroke add to the tension; and if she cannot tell when the next stroke might fall, it is doubly effective in increasing her arousal. Again, take your time. Remember, it is not the number of spanks or how hard they are that brings her to a high state of sexual readiness. It is how long and how deeply she feels her submissive helplessnessand the total sexual stimulation of her bottom that is the key.

spank her right

A really good spanker can sometimes bring his partner to climax from such a sexy over-the-knee spanking. But every lover who knows his partner's symptoms of arousal can judge when the time is right to shift her from the spanking position to implement on his erect shaft, which should be hard and ready from having her naked bottom squirming over it.Comments

The myths of BDSM

2014-03-14T10:17:00.000-07:00

1. You have unresolved issues from childhood. You were abused, molested, beaten up, bullied, neglected, etc. Your parents didn't love you and you feel undeserving of love. Because of your past experiences you think that you deserve to be beaten, degraded, used and treated badly by others.
2. If you're a dominant person you're an egotistical maniac full of yourself. You're vain, self-admiring, arrogant, conceited, pompous and generally have too high a concept of yourself.
3. If you're a submissive person you're a doormat, a pushover, a weak and feeble person that doesn't know how to stand up for himself, have huge self-esteem issues and generally have too low a concept of yourself.
4. You're uncaring, unloving and immature. You are unsuitable for looking after children, elderly, people with learning difficulties or vulnerable populations in general.
5. Dominance is internalised hatred for women/men, etc.
6. Submission is internalised hatred for yourself.
7. Quite simply, there's something wrong with you. A healthy, normal person wouldn't like this kind of stuff.
8. You're incapable of professional responsibility and social justice. If you are dominant you'd want to dominate everybody around you and you'll be looking to abuse other people. If you're submissive, you'll submit to anybody and you won't have the strength of character to stand up for what is right.
9. The best way to get a submissive's attention is to start trying to dominate her in subtle or not so subtle ways from the start. No need to have an open and honest conversation about it first. Likewise, if you act all submissive and fragile you'll attract a quality dominant.

If she's amazing, she won't be easy....

2014-03-14T10:14:00.001-07:00

If she's amazing, she won't be easy, and if she's easy, she won't be amazing, if she's worth it, you won't give up. Truth is, everyone's going to hurt you. You just gotta find the ones worth suffering for. " Bob Marley

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2013-08-23T07:16:00.001-07:00

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My Favourite Two Words By Mistess T

2013-08-22T10:34:00.001-07:00

A flick of the wrist, a smile, a knowing glance.
Two little words is all it takes to bring a good strong man too his knees.
Down boy is my choice of vocabulary because it can mean submit or dominate.
Dependent on what mood hes in and whether I want to be in charge and I usually do.
If hes in charge down boy signals I'm ready to receive my punishment, which normally involves me being tied up and teased :)
When I'm top it signals to my partner that I want him down there teasing me ready for the main event. I must admit I do love riding his tongue, my thighs wrapped round his head as he repeatedly brings me to the brink. My nails digging into the head board or his back ;)
He loves it when I squirt all over his face, and can barely contain his erection if he feels me climax. He usually goes Dom and pulls me down and forces his throbbing penis inside me and rides me like the tart I am. Pulling me towards him so that my entire body is arched and he can thrust deeper and deeper. Biting and sucking my tits as my nails are dragging down his back.
We tend to fall asleep straight after absolutely shattered, covered in sweat and hearts racing.

The Ethics Of Humiliation

2013-08-22T10:11:00.000-07:00

The Ethics of Humiliation

I’ve met a lot of submissives/bottoms who are uncomfortable with humiliation, and understandably so. There’s nothing wrong with having buttons, triggers, or just things that do not turn you on. Or to simply not share the trust necessary for such play with anyone.
I’ve also met a ton of Dominants who dislike humiliation play. They see a scenario where a cruel woman is kicking a man in the balls, telling him his penis is small, that he is worthless, etc, etc. Maybe they think that it is just too cruel, too far to go.
That is certainly a reasonable feeling to have... when we’ve spent our entire lives being told to be nice and polite and not say such horrid things, it is hard to undo that training.
And when such a Dominant pictures treating their own submissive in this way, they think: Why on earth would I want to do this? This makes no sense. I want a valuable submissive, someone beautiful, attractive. Not some “worthless worm.” And that is certainly a reasonable want as well.
There seems to be a particular dichotomy between the professional Dominant and the lifestyle Dominant’s stance on humiliation. Many professional Dominant’s profiles I’ve seen start out with humiliation even in the marketing: Bow before me, worthless pig! You will never be man enough to fuck me! You’re a loser.
Many of my clients, perhaps as many as 50%, enjoy humiliation play.
While many lifestylers list humiliation play as a hard or soft limit.
I partially chalk this up to the fact that professional Dominants (and their clients) often have strong boundaries between each other, emotionally. They don’t want to become attached. They are operating in a highly emotional situation where tensions run high. In such a dynamic it would be far too easy to fall in love or in lust with one another, and yet, that is not appropriate and could lead to some serious heartbreaks. Having a very stern and brutal relationship creates a sturdy wall against connection.
I have also been told by someone that it is easier for them to accept humiliation from a pro-Domme because they don’t need to see the Domme in day-to-day life. During play, they can be degraded and humiliated, and not have to look the person who delivered this humiliation in the eyes later. They are unable to trust that after play a woman could look at them the same way, and so they choose to play with a woman who won’t look at them again at all.
I think that many pro-Dommes also become bitter and jaded because they aren’t very careful or selective about who they see. They play with absolutely anyone, and as such, end up playing with a lot of abusive, manipulative, cruel, dishonorable people. They start to truly and genuinely hate their clients and to think of submissives as lesser than them.
(I have had to fight, hard, to protect myself from this jadedness as well. And as such, I am now one of the most selective pro-Dommes I have ever met.)
But, nevermind, about the trials and tribulations of professional Domination. I wanted to share my own way of going about humiliation play.
I do engage in this type of play fairly heavily, and I enjoy it very much. But I have developed some requirements and limits that I have put into place in order to practice it as responsibly as I can. You may have different requirements and limits, and I respect that. But here are mine.
A submissive might enjoy humiliation play for a number of reasons. They may be attracted to the idea of a cruel Dominant, someone who appears to have no care or consideration for them. They may enjoy playing out the scenario of humiliation because they had a bad experience in their past with being bullied or teased and it helps to relive it on their own terms. Or they may just fetishize the words and not even have an understanding of why -- it just turns them on.
A Dominant may enjoy humiliation play for similar reasons. They might love the power rush and the cruelty: emotional sadism. Or they might have been bullied in the past and turning that same cruelty on someone else is enjoyable. Or, it might just be sexy to them for whatever reason.
Either way, the fact remains that this type of play may be a deep seated need for someone to explore. Despite the psychological danger that it entails.
So... as for my limits, I only do humiliation play with people who KNOW I don’t really mean the cruel things I say or do.
That goes for both my clients and my personal life submissives... in fact, I enjoy humiliation play even more with personal life playmates because of the incredible bond of trust developed that allows me to push further without as much fear that I am doing real damage to their psyche.
When I call someone a loser, or a slut, or tell them I am revolted by them... I have to know first that I really, really don’t feel that way. That I actually respect the person, care about them, and enjoy their company.
And more importantly, I need to know that they really know and believe that I respect them & care about them too.
Interestingly enough, a lot of potential clients won’t play with me because of that. Because I require it to all be a fantasy, a scene, and not reality. Because I WON’T stay in character constantly right away. I’ve had my dominance questioned and scoffed at because of it.
But I have very strong beliefs about the matter. I don’t want to play with someone who can’t separate fantasy from reality, and I don’t want to play with someone who would want to really play with someone who actually felt that their submissive was lesser than them.
I see it much like consensual non-consent. It is fun to engage in CNC scenes, but you would not want to actually rape someone or actually be raped. In this way, it is fun to do humiliation play but I am not comfortable with playing with someone who I actually believe to be deserving of real humiliation.
It is certainly playing with very dark aspects of all participants personalities. But it is PLAYING, nonetheless.
I admit that when I see for the thousandth time someone scoffing at a video where a submissive is laying at the ground simpering about how unworthy they are to kiss their goddess’ feet..... when they profess how they want only a submissive who knows their worth, who is no doormat....
I cannot help but bristle a bit in defense of my own submissives and the kinks we engage in. No matter what you may see me say, or see me do in a scene.... No one I play with is unworthy. No one I play with is a loser. They are all beautiful, strong, intelligent people who have CHOSEN to allow me to degrade them and humiliate them.
You simply do not yet know the amazing rush of having a handsome, intelligent, ethical, honest, kind submissive boy laying at your feet doing something quite degrading while you tell him what a pathetic, sexless virgin he is....
…. when just a few hours earlier, you had been out in public and seen you had been delighted to be seen arm-in-arm.... kissing a person you are proud to be with....
Share with me your thoughts on humiliation? For or against, and why?

Poem sent in by a admirer.

2013-08-15T08:21:00.001-07:00

your self confidence inspires respect. please enjoy the poem below.

As puppets dance for their masters
So my diction dances due attendance
Revealing inner reaches where Your idol glows
Sudden was the fall from indolence
The strings and iron chains Your smile fixed
And now i dangle in strange illuminations
The candle light of Your secret chamber
Where You in Godlike vice hold slave’s account
And from a golden goblet drain their tears
And governess of their passions milk
Strong oaths where misery and love abound
Into Your dark eyes i gaze as You command
The pleasures of Your inordinate power
Your fiery satisfaction given full reign
These flowers of humility at Your feet strewn
The sacrifice where is mirrored Your rise
The moans that adorn the altar of Your vice
The high Queenly tastes of most regal Lady
Must be honoured and given Queenly rights
Many are the minions that bejewel Her dominion.

2013-08-12T08:26:00.001-07:00

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2013-08-12T08:10:00.001-07:00

Five Rules for Healthy D/s Relationships

1. We are both real people and we will both make mistakes.
Often the only way to learn is to err. If you do something wrong, admit it. Be prepared to learn from it, accept your punishment, and move proudly forward with the knowledge that you have grown in your submission. If your mistake is the result of direct disobedience, be prepared for a substantial punishment, and take it with dignity. Consider why you disobeyed. Discuss with me whether the mistake was an innocent oversight or part of a larger behavioral pattern. Try not to make the same mistakes twice, in D/s or in the other areas of your life. Be reasonable about whether a particular rule I have set for you is something you can realistically follow. Be aware that some rules are easier for some slaves to follow than others.
Dominants are people too, and we also make mistakes. We break our own rules, we disappoint ourselves, and we disappoint our servants. It is my obligation to acknowledge my mistakes, to apologize for them in an appropriate manner, and to learn from them also. Over the years I have learned from many serious errors: I've said hurtful things to slaves I care about, I have held on to attachments when they weren't ideal for me or for my partners, and I've misplaced my priorities in terms of time/energy/attention. I've learned from my mistakes, yet I will continue to make them, as we all do.
2. Real life comes first.
I hesitate to even use the term “real life”, because for those of us who engage in BDSM in our daily lives, kink IS a huge component of our real lives. To clarify, by real life I mean the other vanilla aspects of our lives that are necessary for our basic functioning and general health. This can mean different things to different people, so the specifics should always be part of your individual negotiation, but there are some basics that apply in most relationships, D/s or otherwise:
*Health. Your physical health always comes first, as does mine. If I am asking you to do something that might damage your health, either directly or indirectly, we need to reassess.
*Family. If you have children, elderly parents, pets, or any other living beings that depend on you for care, you are obligated to provide for their needs before concerning yourself with mine. I can feed, bathe, and clothe myself. Your charges may not be capable of the same.
*Financial stability. I don’t want someone sending me gifts when he can’t buy groceries. If a slave is in financial distress, it is that slave’s responsibility to establish a sustainable budget and be honest with me about his limitations. I’m happy to help and offer guidance, but I can’t give advice if I don’t know there’s a problem.
3. Be transparent about your intentions and your desires.
I am not a mind reader. I can only know what I know. This sounds silly, but it’s actually quite straightforward. I can only know information that I have learned through my own experiences. If you find yourself upset because I haven’t met an expectation you have of me, ask yourself this question: did you ever tell me you had this expectation? If you have a hidden desire you are ashamed to admit, I respect your silence and your privacy, but being upfront about your needs will better help me understand them. The worst thing I can do is say no.
4. There is no universal D/s handbook, and no “One Size Fits All” form of Dominance.
Dog trainers often say that there are no bad dogs, only bad owners. I think the same can be said about the slaves in my training as well. Granted, there are some genuinely awful human beings on this planet (and I believe there are some lousy dogs too) but most failed relationships come down to a lack of clear communication or a poor partner fit. These two areas of failure are often interrelated.
In the BDSM world, we talk a lot about scene negotiation and discussions of risk and consent. As a community, we are experts at metacommunication (loosely defined as “talk about talking”, and the subject of some of my academic work). When I see a prospective slave, they virtually always can discuss their physical limits, their fetish interests, and their erotic fantasies. Finding those forms of compatibility is fairly easy. I consider this to be the left-brained half of BDSM negotiation. What’s more elusive is finding chemistry, comfort, and personality compatibility. These areas make up the more nebulous right-brained component to Dominant-submissive relationships. Often, the right-brain match is overlooked, thus it is often what fails. We like to joke about the “One Twue Way” to enlightenment through BDSM. Obviously there’s no such thing.
5. Have a sense of humor.
A sense of humor is crucial in all aspects of this kinky stuff that we do. Humor goes beyond the occasional humiliation scene, latex wardrobe blowout, or party practical joke. Although many slaves are used to being the target of laughter, some Dominants have a difficult time being the object of a joke. Authenticity and humor are two of the sexiest characteristics a person can possess. The best Dominants I've known are quite comfortable laughing at themselves. Those Dominants are the ones who are willing to be real, and we expect the same realness from our submissive partners.

2013-08-12T07:17:00.001-07:00

Just Trust Me.....

2013-08-07T07:26:00.001-07:00

He had sailed this course before and saw the gale coming, he knew it was going to be stormy and he had begun preparing for it, putting things in their place, lashing her down tight so that he could remain in control even as the storm blew through. He loved sailing and its zenlike quality of harnessing forces outside his control to steer to his desired destination.
Few who are not sailors understood this. The stronger a wind blows, the more directly into the wind a sailor could guide his course, an interesting life lesson to be sure. His focus was total, it was what fighter pilots called “situational awareness” meaning he was both focused on the task at hand but utterly aware of the bigger picture. The task as hand was the elaborate knot he was tying to cinch her down tight so as the storm tried to blow everything apart, he would be secure in knowing his little part of the world would be exactly as he wished it.

He was also feeling her as her movements increased with the approaching storm, and without a glance he knew that attention was needed at the rear to adjust his course a bit. He kept his hand on the line, maintaining tension on the rope as he heeled her over a bit more. The lashings were holding fine and she started rising and falling more and more as the waves hit her. “This is going to be one hell of a ride” he thought to himself.

His goal was a distant destination and he had slowly tacked back and forth using the storm’s fury for his own ends. He thought about how far he had come, at first his handling of her had been awkward and clumsy, more theory than practice but slowly he had mastered her. She went where he wanted to go, responded to his touch better and better and he was able to go farther and faster than he had ever gone before.

When he had first seen her lying there in her slip, it was love, her lines were sleek, built for speed, a bit neglected but he knew he could whip her into shape. At first it had just been weekends, going through closets exploring, cleaning out the detritus of her past, polishing and improving, all with the goal of making her HIS. Even then, it was a bit rocky, he had to learn her, she was not an easy one to handle. He hadn’t controlled her well at first, often no matter how much he tacked and jibed, he couldn’t get to where he wanted to go and would turn back. But each time he took her out, he learned more, gained confidence, and his handling of her became second nature. She became more responsive to his commands, he could predict her responses easier and easier and one day, they were one. It was only then that he braved the long passage through the very storm he was facing along this course, but he was determined she would go where he wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted.

The wave of orgasms washed over her as she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling. She writhed under the storm of them driven into her by the Hitachi. She struggled against the lashings he had used to secure her to the bed. The burn of the ginger made her thrash about and she kept saying “no, oh god no” because she knew what was next and wanted no part of it. He smiled as he drove her one, knowing that it wasn’t a straight line course to “oh please god, yes” but he was a patient man, knew her and was confident that he would get where he wanted to take her.

Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned

2013-08-07T07:25:00.000-07:00

I’m a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I’m so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I’m free from society’s pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexuality translates to being a perv and trying to convince people that you never have any sexual thoughts whatsoever is considered normal. That’s insane. Anyone who knows me knows that I will swear on a stack of bibles in a court of law and admit to anything and everything I’ve ever done sexually, regardless of how uncomfortable it might make some pseudo-conservatives and religious zealots, because I’ve never done anything immoral or illegal and I’m not ashamed of people knowing that I color outside the lines. I’m of the strong belief that two consenting adults should test the waters to see what they enjoy and explore alternative options. I personally enjoy exploring where my mind can go sexually and you know what they say; the mind is the biggest sexual organ. A pervert is defined as someone who leads another astray morally. I like to think that I have the unique ability to seduce people into doing things they secretly crave but publicly denounce. I get off on seeing people become feral, primal, sexual beasts, shedding their façade of straight-laced formality and conformity only to embrace and revel in their true nature. I belong to the school of thought that it’s the responsibility of forward thinking individuals like myself to challenge the notion that sex is only valid if it’s missionary position on a Friday night with the lights out between two married, white, mildly unattractive and boring, financially stable heterosexuals.

It’s rare to find a woman, at least as upstanding and educated as I am, and a Black woman on top of that, who readily admits that she is a aroused by sexual variation and coloring outside the lines. I didn’t say it was rare to find a woman of my social and economic standing who is a pervert, I meet tons of them. We live in such a sexually repressed society, finding women who are sophisticated and conservative on the outside and horny and willing to push their limits when they let their hair down is a piece of cake. All one has to do is know what to look for; like attracts like as they say. It is rare, however, to meet women who are as proud to be as kinky as I am. It’s easier to find men who are kinksters, at least in name if not in practice. There are tons of men who claim to be comfortable with their sexuality as I am but all they do is jerk off in front of a computer screen or they lie about their true motives and desires. You can’t claim to be a comfortable with your sexuality if you your only connection to other people is though a broadband one or if you are ashamed of your actions. You can’t claim to be comfortable with your sexuality if you need to lie, manipulate, cheat, and do things that are unsafe and unhealthy in the pursuit of illicit sex. I am the real deal. Usually, women are so secretive about their sexuality that no one knows about their dark side; they even keep it hidden from their lovers. They hide the fact that they look at extreme porn on the internet and crave things that they pretend to their co-workers, family, and friends offends them. Me on the other hand, I don’t care who knows that I am aroused by almost every expression of sexuality in some form or fashion. Pick a fetish, inclination, or preference and I’ve probably masturbated to it.

I was in the mood for some fun so I decided to take the afternoon off from work to enjoy the beautiful summer afternoon. I went to the park to see if I could find some average-looking married guy sucking off some stranger in the bushes. That always gets my pussy wet. I love watching the white guys with receding hairlines who wear sweater vests and pocket protectors enthusiastically schlobbing on the knob of some Black or Latino guy with a huge cock and sucking him like a porn star at 2 in the afternoon in the park. Let him bend over and take that big, brown cock up his ass and I’m turned on and cumming and fucking myself like there’s no tomorrow. Any guy that horny who is willing to do something that outrageous and contrary to social norms in broad daylight is a risk taker; he is addicted to getting off and that turns me on. I can get off on just the mental image of this middle management white guy going home and having to take out the trash and pay the bills knowing that he has the cum of a hot black man dripping out of his boipussy while his unsuspecting wife is making meatloaf and green beans for dinner. That is so fucking HOT!

This particular day, I was in the mood for more than just watching; I wanted to play and play hard. Every step I took, my wet and throbbing pussy reminded me that I needed relief. When my perverted mind is turned on, I see sex in everything. I was searching the eyes of everyone I saw, looking for that look of arousal and secrecy that only other perverts can recognize. I saw it in the most average looking woman who was coming out of a church. It was a weekday and it was the middle of the afternoon but I could see she was wearing a top that was just a little bit too sexy for church and she was visibly aroused. I could see her hardened nipples through her shirt and she looked breathless. Sitting on a bench across from the park, she had that look of guilt on her face that I could tell she had been doing something naughty and she was trying to collect herself before she had to go home and face her hubby. She had on a pair of polyester slacks, flats, and a blouse that looked like it was something she got from the junior’s department straight from Wal-mart and she looked like she was on her way to pick up the kids from soccer practice. I casually strolled up to her and sat down next to her and blatantly stared at her. It made her uncomfortable and she started fidgeting around, eventually grabbing her purse like I was going to steal it. One of my shoes literally cost more than 10 times her outfit so I had to laugh at her white paranoia.

“Gorgeous day, isn’t it,” I casually inquired.

She nodded, mumbled her agreement, and stared at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact. She looked like she was trying to catch her breath. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “So, what was it in that church that got you so hot and bothered? What got your pussy so wet?” There was no mistaking the look of terror in her eyes. She got up and quickly walked away, looking back over her shoulder the entire time until she was out of sight. I just smiled and waved. I decided to go investigate myself and I entered the consecrated building. The place was deserted with the exception of a wrinkled, elderly Latina woman lighting candles at the altar and I highly doubted that she was who had that woman so flushed and aroused. I sat down and observed for a few minutes. I was just about ready to go, bored out of my mind, when at about a few minutes to 4:00, a priest came out of a side rectory door and went straight to the confessional and turned on an indicator light. Giving credit where credit is due, the priest was reasonably attractive. He wasn’t masturbation material but his face was chiseled and distinguished and his brown eyes danced with brilliance with a sly smile. He was maybe in his early 40s and I guessed that under his black shirt and pants, his body was toned. Overall, he was intriguing enough to get my “creative” juices flowing. I saw the elderly Latina woman make her way to the back of the church and at exactly 4 pm, she entered the small booth. She was only in there about 5 minutes and when she exited she certainly didn’t look particularly flustered or aroused.

I hatched the most delicious plan right then and there. I entered the confessional and sat down. The partition opened and I said, “Bless me father for I have sinned, I’ve never confessed before because I’m not Catholic. Shit, I’m not even Christian for that matter.”

“How then can I help you my child? The confessional is a sacred space for Catholics to confess their sins and seek absolution. Perhaps, if you are in need of counsel, I can make arrangements to meet with you outside the confessional.”

“Oh, no, please father, I need someone to talk to and you are the only one. Anything I say here you have to keep a secret, right? Cross your heart and hope to die, right? Well, I need to confess and get a lot of things off my chest. It would make me feel so much better to do it here, where you can’t see me. I’d be so embarrassed that I don’t think I could tell you these things face to face, Father. Please.”

I was lying. I didn’t give a half a fat fuck if he saw my face or not. I couldn’t give a hot damn if someone looked me dead in the eye while I spilled my guts about my fetishes and fantasies. I just thought it was a turn-on to be in a confessional with a man who took an oath of abstinence and telling him incredibly nasty things.

He conceded and let me go on with my fake confession. “Father, I’ve been a very naughty girl.” I paused, giving him time to gather his senses. “Father, I . . . hardly know where to begin. Well, let me ask you this. Is anal sex a sin?”

The priest gasped, audibly shocked. Clearing his throat, he said, “Are you . . . are you married my child? Well . . . uhmmmm. . . . whatever happens in the marriage bed is considered sacred in the eyes of the lord but . . .”

“Oh, I’m not married but my boyfriend is. Cool, he always fucks me in the ass in his marital bed when his wife is out of town. Okay, on to my next confession . . .”

“Wait, no, no. That’s not what I meant. I was trying to say . . .”

I could barely contain my laughter. “Relax, pops, I was just kidding you. I know that adultery is a sin. My boyfriend isn’t married. In fact, he isn’t even a boy. He, is a she. My girlfriend is married though. Do I get extra forgiveness points or whatever you call it because I’ve known her longer than she has known her husband? She and I used to fool around in college and we just can’t seem to stop . . . fooling around . . . if you know what I mean.” “Oh, gosh darnit all to heck,” I sarcastically added and then changed my tone to that of the most intense sexy whisper, “You see, Father, I love eating pussy. I can’t get enough. I love sticking my tongue between those meaty folds of her wet cunt and tasting all her sweet juices and swirling her hardened clit between my lips to make her flood my mouth with her hot cum. Awww poop, I guess that is a sin in your book too. Man, I’m not doing too well here. I love getting dicked really hard up the ass with a strapon by my married lesbian lover and having her eat my pussy too. I’m guessing it’s a good thing I’m not Catholic. I’d never leave this little room with all the things I do.”

By this time, the Padre knew exactly what I was trying to do and it looked like he was willing to play along. “These are some very serious sins, my child, I think you should start at the beginning and tell me everything, don’t leave any detail out no matter how small, so that I can know how to counsel you and give you guidance.” At that point, I heard the very faint sounds of a zipper being lowered and the tell-tale signs of labored breathing.

I was in my zone. I knew I had him just where I wanted him and it was turning me on like crazy. I was tempting this devout holy man with my particular brand of perversion and he was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. I have long had my suspicions that anyone who makes a conscious choice to deny their sexuality is ripe for perverse pickings so to speak. Sex is natural, human beings are supposed to have sex. Anyone who denies their sexuality, suppresses it, is setting themselves up for mental illness and sexual addiction. Duh! All these priests molesting children is clearly because humans are not meant to be asexual and they are driven to these detrimental and deviant behaviors because they have shut off that part of themselves which is natural. And now that priests can have access to porn every day all day on the internet, every sort of degrading, misogynist, vulgar porn, they are sure to be even more susceptible to being led astray and have more opportunities for sexual depravity than most people would care to acknowledge or accept.

I moved closer to the partition. I whispered so the priest would be forced to lean in closer. “I’m not sure where to begin, Father. I guess it all started when I got my heart broken by a guy who was a sociopath. Up until that point in my life I had been pretty comfortable being average and regular, hiding and denying my sexuality like everyone else. Then, I dated evil incarnate, a demon; I fell in love with someone without a soul. He was beyond a pathological liar. Every single solitary word out of his mouth was a lie. He lied when he would swear to me he was telling the truth. He looked me in the eye and lied to me, used me, he cheated on me. He told me he loved me, told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, that I was the woman of his dreams, for no other reason than he wanted to fuck me. He got a perverse thrill out of making me believe that he was my ideal lover, that he believed in me and was supportive of me when he knew I was just a placeholder for the next woman he could romance who would feed his distorted ego. When I found out the truth, it broke my heart in ways I can’t even explain. I was emotionally shattered.”

I continued. “So, in order to heal from that pain, I had to start really loving myself. Loving myself meant I had to embrace every part of myself. Loving myself meant that I could step back from the situation and see how pathetic and sad my ex was because he felt so driven by his sexuality and so ashamed of it that he had to hurt, use, manipulate, degrade, humiliate, and deceive people for his sexual satisfaction and that that had nothing to do with me, my value as a lover, or my ability to make sound choices in a partner. It was then that I decided that I was not going lie about my sexuality ever again. Never again would I be ashamed of anything I fantasized about, desired, or got aroused by. I was not going to be victim of the same beliefs that made him into a narcissist and sociopath; I was not going to be a slave to a society that created monsters like him because they felt like they had to deny their sexuality. When I got to that point in my life, Father, I released all the fear, shame, and guilt that I had been socialized to have my entire life and I started to enjoy my sexuality in a way that I had never even realized I could before.”

“I see, my child.” The father was listening intently. I could see his outline through the partition and he was riveted to my every word. It was as if I was counseling him in a way. I think I might have been telling his story. I knew he had to have some form of sexual release and I just imagined that he struggled with his own sexual demons and maybe what unhealthy, dysfunctional things it might have driven him to do.

“Do you really see, Father? I mean, you’ve never even had the opportunity to slide your dick in a wet, hot, tight pussy before. How could you possibly understand? You’ve never had soft, full, sensual lips sliding up and down the shaft of your cock, coaxing you to the verge of orgasm. You’ve never had a thick, hard dick up your ass, hitting your prostate, making your cock leak precum. Not once have you experienced what it feels like to shoot your cum deep inside someone and know that you are sharing yourself with them in a way that God intended people to connect and share.”

He was moaning softly and I could clearly hear the tell-tale signs of him jerking off. I decided to join the party. I stood up and slid my soaking wet panties down my brown, tone legs. I held them up to the partition and he inhaled deeply my feminine scent. “No, I’ve never experienced any of those worldly desires personally, but you cannot say that the God wants people to have sex outside of the holy covenant of marriage. The bible says . . .”

“Fuck that,” I interrupted, “How the holy hell can you say that God doesn’t want us to experience pleasure, ecstasy, and bliss when she created our bodies to feel every bit of that?”

“I’m afraid you are terribly misguided, my child,” he reprimanded me, practically choking on his words. “We have Catechism classes here on Thursday and Friday evenings if you’d like to come and learn about the true word of God.” It was clear he was getting upset by my assertions. I’d seen it before. People who are intent on pretending to be asexual have this form of cognitive dissonance, their brains start to shut down, their wires get crossed and they freak out when they are confronted with facts that contradict their beliefs. That, ladies and gentlemen, is precisely the point when I can entice people to come to the light, the enlightenment of sexual freedom and expression.

“So, you’re telling me, Father, that when I touch my clit, like this, I’m not supposed to experience pleasure? You’re telling me that I’m not supposed to enjoy the sensations of having my hard nipples softly caressed, sucked, and licked unless I have a piece of paper from the courthouse that says I’m married? Seriously? You believe that?” I started masturbating, at first with just one finger on my clit and then quickly graduated to using both hands, one to furiously rub my pussy and one to finger fuck my horny hole. I was moaning loud enough for him to hear but I didn’t want to attract too much attention and I had no clue who could hear me outside the confessional. I didn’t want some Bishop or Monsignor or even some other parish priest busting in and interrupting what was quickly becoming one of the kinkiest, most erotic experiences of my life.

I stood up and turned my back to the partition. I pulled up my skirt and revealed my ass. Bending over, I pulled my ass cheeks apart and I backed up. This time, the priest didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was deeply inhaling the musky scent from my unwashed pussy and asshole. This smell wasn’t soap and perfume, it was the heady aroma of my unique essence, my pheromones. “Does that turn you on, Father? Are you aroused? Is your cock hard? Do you want to fuck me?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. He was pounding his dick unashamedly at this point. He was being even more cautious than I was about making noises so I had to listen carefully for any sounds that let me know he was enjoying every second of this lecherous experience. I wondered if he had ever seen a Black woman’s pussy before. African Americans are Baptists and Methodists for the most part, we aren’t Catholics in any sort of great numbers. Then, it dawned on me that perhaps there were millions of lonely, frustrated, sexually repressed white housewives using confessionals all over the country as their illicit source of sexual satisfaction. I thought maybe that was a secret hidden in plain sight; that priests everywhere were jerking off to confessions from people who were turned on by getting their clergyman all hot and bothered.

If that damn booth hadn’t been so damn small, I would have taken every thread of clothing I had on and left it in a heap on the floor so I could really give the good Father a show. The lighting was poor and the space was cramped and confined so I had to make the best of my circumstances. I was more aroused than I had been in a long time. So close, but yet so far, was this man, a virile man who took a vow of chastity whom I had tempted to sin. I had to use the only skills I could to get us both off, and that was my ability to talk dirty. “I know you want this wet, Black pussy, Father. You want to lay me down on your bed, push my legs back, and aim your hard cock and my unrepentant, sinful cunt, don’t you? You want to bend me over, my big, round ass sticking up for you to slide your hard dick in me like your animal instincts tell you to do, fuck me hard, make me scream, make me cum all over you. You want that, don’t you? You want to give me pleasure with your stiff dick in me, make me feel like a woman. You want to feel like a man when you pump your thick, hot cum up inside me.”

By this time he was moaning uncontrollably and loudly. Anyone who was even remotely close could have heard both of us. That inspired me even more. I was making him lose control. He was someone else, he was no longer a priest, he was a man driven by his natural desires to release and satisfaction. I couldn’t stop. I was in a zone of sexual frenzy that could only be satisfied by my intense orgasm. I put my leg up on the wall, slid my fingers inside my pussy and I let out a vey audible gasp as I shoved two fingers in my asshole. Apparently, at some point that I had missed, the priest had taken his pants all the way off and he too was fingering his asshole. I encouraged him. “Oh yeah, show me that you know that men are supposed to feel good with things up their assholes. Show me that you know in your heart that it’s perfectly natural for men to experience anal pleasure, Father. Oh, Daddy, it feels so good in my ass. I wish you were ramming me hard and deep in my backdoor.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was on a collision course with a mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm and there was no stopping it. Apparently, my partner in crime was beyond the point of no return as well. He was betraying all that he knew to be holy and righteous. I heard him clearly say, “Yeah, take my stiff cock up your ass. I know you want it.”

It was that level of vulnerability, that release of inhibitions, it was that moment of complete emotional honesty that made me explode. I bit my lip to keep from screaming I was so turned on and my friend could tell I was having a hellified orgasm because he jerked his cock and spurted his cum all over the partition, leaving it obscenely dripping like a holy sacrament.

I pulled myself together, straightening out my clothes and powdering my nose. “Thank you so much, Father. I feel so much better now that I’ve unburdened myself of all my . . . uhmmm, some of my sins.”

His voice was shaky and it was apparent he needed a bit more recovery time as he said, “If you are ever burdened by your . . . hungers and think you might need some one-on-one personal counseling, I will always be here for you, my child. Anytime. Night or day.”

Copyright 2013 AfroerotiK All Rights Reserved

Surrender

2013-08-07T07:17:00.002-07:00

Through surrender, bliss.
Through powerlessness, freedom.
Through pain, true pleasure.

Take away my choice,
Mold both my mind and body.
Your willing plaything...

Ponderings

2013-07-25T13:46:00.000-07:00

Often sex for me is less about the actual act and more about all the surrounding moments. The lead up, the hunt, the flirting, kissing, touching, skin on skin…the play of candlelight against skin, the look on my lovers face as they climax, the giggles, the debauchery, the freedom. The next day, the replay, the memories.

Ponderings

2013-07-25T13:45:00.000-07:00

There’s so much more to sex than just penetration.
I feel blessed to have wonderful friends in my life who are on the same page, who challenge me to be even dirtier than I already am.
Keep being dirty my friends.
“You only live once but if you do it right, once is enough.” ~ Mae West
xo
Best,
Mistress T

Wrong in all the right ways

2013-07-25T13:44:00.003-07:00

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong.
Why is this?
Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for.
You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have."
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love.

It’s not Enforced Chastity If You’re Not Bothered by It

2013-07-03T17:11:00.000-07:00

From time to time I come across blogs or webpages from both Dommes and male subs mentioning – celebrating, even – that he, the sub, is now ‘settled’ in his enchaste state and no longer misses his former functionality. Excuse me? That’s mean to be a good thing? Now each to their own but personally I’d have them out of their chastity belt pronto and get them wanking their way back to full performance ability pronto. Before you start thinking that this is just because I’m full to oveflowing with the milk of human kindness, let’s think about it for a moment. Take Paul, who at this very moment is probably fingering the rigid plastic locked around his cock and wishing he could the enjoy the simple pleasure of an erection, let alone an orgasm. I know he’s locked away safely in it because the keys are right here in front of me :-) Anyway, Paul doesn’t like golf – definitely agrees with the saying that it’s a ‘good walk spoiled’. Given that, what would be the point of my exercising my Dominess by denying him the right to play golf? “Yeh, OK, no problem.” is not much of a turn-on reaction, now is it? Nonononono. I want my boys (potentially) fully functioning: I want their hot little cocks desparate to become erect, bulging against the confines of their steel or plastic prisons, while they futilely tug at the lock and I dangle the keys under their nose in denial. Yum. Impotent men in chastity? Not for me ;-)

Break Me

2013-05-23T08:37:00.002-07:00

Take me. Break me. Fuck me. Take me. Break me. Fuck me. Rip the flesh asunder. Push me past the brink. Break my body. Break my mind. Tear into what is me. Pick apart the pieces. Smash me to bits. Then put me back together. Put the puzzle back in place. Mend my body. Mend my mind. Fix the broken pieces. Make me stronger. Make us stronger. Take me. Break me. Fuck me.

Mistress T Rants About Giving Head

2013-05-23T08:34:00.000-07:00

But it's slutty to enjoy giving head! I absolutely love going down on a man; if I can I usually do it once a day, not provoked, but instigated by me. If he's clean and tidy it's one of the most selfless, erotic things I can do for my man. The scent of his skin, that natural musk of their crotch, the soft flesh of the tip of his cock against my tongue or thumb, his trust in me to allow me near such a sensitive area... what's not to love?! It irks me that people (i've witnessed it!) consider it 'unladylike' to enjoy blowing someone. How is giving someone else (someone that you at least must like) pleasure unladylike? It's in a woman's nature to take care of people! an example of my care and attention I like to take it slow - start by teasing your chest, nipples, kissing and biting all the way down to your navel and hips... dragging my tongue along the belt line of your pants slowly, dipping it underneath the fabric where your body lines allow. Take my time to make sure you're already dripping with precum before I even touch your genitals. Once the pants are off I'm still not ready to touch your cock. I nestle my face between your legs and take your balls gently into my mouth, sucking and licking them both respectively, if you like it I take my thumb and rub your perineum at the same time. Finally, after drawing enough moans from your throat, I lick from the base and all the way up the shaft until I reach the soft, spongy head and take it instantly into my mouth, enveloping it in sudden heat and suck gently, using my hand to grasp you at the base and pump slowly. My tongue dances and swirls inside my mouth, teasing circles around the tip of your cock as I take more and more inside me, still slowly - I don't want you to blow too soon. I set a pace, and settle into a comfortable rhythm, one hand sliding over the flesh of the base of your cock, the other with two fingers tucked along the crack of your backside to allow for easy fondling of your balls while I continue to suck you off. As your sharp intakes of breath increase, and your hips begin to involuntarily jerk, or your fingers find themselves winding their way through my hair, I pick up the tempo, moaning around you each time I near the tip. I'm waiting for that final stroke that makes you tighten your grip and push me deeper into your lap and hold me there so the head of your cock is pressed against the back of my throat as you come; the hot, pink flesh pulsating in my mouth and that first taste of bitter, warm seed makes itself known. The reflexive urge to gag is swallowed down from years of practice and pride, along with the mess that would have otherwise ended up on your belly or a dirty t-shirt. I pull back only after I'm sure I've milked you for everything you can give, and take care to lick you clean before feeling satisfied that you have received the utmost care from me. Did I mention that after I have blown my man, I'm soaking wet and ready for round 2? Giving head isn't a slutty act, it's a bloody art form! <3

Its Only a Day in Chastity

2013-05-23T08:18:00.000-07:00

It’s Only A Day In Chastity (Maybe…) Just one of those random, spur of the moment things. I was online chatting to a sub of mine: he’s long distance, though he manages to see me about once a month or so. Like all of my sub circle he has a device to hand – a (rather battered) CB6000 as it happens – but unlike some he’s only occasionally enchaste, for a number of reasons. He’s not a fan of chastity play but that, obviously is not ‘a reason’, if you see what I mean. On a whim I ordered him to go get his CB and lock himself into it which he did. If it had been really not possible for him to wear it for any reason I would have let him grovel and plead his way out of it, but he knows it would have cost him dear, so ‘click’ and he’s locked in until…? Until I text him, as I said I would this evening. Maybe. If I remember. But Im a wee bit busy and can I really be bothered to dig out my phone…hmmmm…? It gives me a warm little thrill to be able to just take away his penile freedom on a whim. More so to think that I can curl up in bed and explore a little warm, moist pleasure of my own while all he can do is rattle his lock and grasp at the rigid droopy cock shaped sheath that prevents him from touching his real one. I think I’m off to bed to watch a little bit of TV.. ;) TW