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Cuckolded - The Fantasy Becomes Reality

2015-05-14T11:48:00.000-04:00

Mark had long wanted to be cuckolded. His wife, Marilyn, had indulged him over the years. Having relationships and encounters with men outside of their marriage, to fulfill herself. The best Mark could hope for was that Marilyn would share her stories with him after the fact. Either by telling him or him reading her diary. But seldom was he able to watch or participate. For the most part, Marilyn chose men outside their social circle. But as the dynamics of their marriage began to evolve, Marilyn felt less of a need to be so discreet,

Marilyn and Mark had been married for decades. Although Mark always provided well with the tangibles, Marilyn was disappointed with him sexually. When he would ask what she wanted when they were in intimate, Marilyn would reply "I want a big cock". However, Mark was not in possession of one. When he would tell her "Tonight, I am going to give you a really good fucking", Marilyn's retort was "No, you are too skinny for me" Mark knew exactly what she was telling him. He could not sexually satisfy her. Marilyn, over the years, had found other men far more adequate than her own husband. This both frustrated Mark on one level and yet fulfilled his need to be cuckolded.

Because of Mark's professional success, they lived well, and loved to share with family and friends. One long cold winter weekend they abandoned their home in the Northeast for their home in Palm Beach and took a few friends along with them on their Gulfstream G650. Two of the guests, Ted and his wife Cecilia, were friends from the Country Club who often traveled with Mark and Marilyn.

Ted viewed Mark as a rival. Mark did not, but enjoyed stoking Ted along. Over time Ted and Marilyn and gotten very friendly. One thing they all enjoyed was partaking in alcohol spirits when they vacationed together. The first evening in Palm Beach, after a sumptuous meal and plenty of drink, that Mark paid for, the guests returned to the vacation home to retire for the evening. Only Ted and Marilyn stayed in the living room to continue chatting and drinking. Mark fell asleep but after an hour awoke to realize Marilyn was not yet with him. He could hear Ted and Marilyn in the living room. Marilyn telling Ted he was being naughty and that he should not have done that. This drew Mark out of bed and to the door. he opened it ever so slightly to see Ted with his hands under Marilyn's shirt. Seeing his wife engaged with someone else. Knowing someone so close to them might figure out that Mark wanted, needed, to be cuckolded, gave him mixed emotions. Could Mark bear to be cuckolded by his wife while Ted was her lover?

Mark was riveted. Marilyn's initial resistance fell away and she began to kiss Ted and run her hands in the front of his trousers. Mark was witnessing the foreplay ritual of two lovers. Marilyn directed Ted to check throughout the house to make sure everyone was asleep and to meet her in the kitchen. She returned to the master suite and Mark scrambled to bed so she would not be aware of him watching them. She retreated to the dressing room where she proceeded to dress herself in lingerie Mark had bought her. Before she left the suite, she took one last look to verify Mark was asleep and then headed to the kitchen to meet her lover.

Mark left the suite via the lanai that connected the suite with the kitchen. He watched through the french doors as Marilyn caressed Ted's cock and Ted taking her large breast into his mouth. They seemed familiar and rhythmic with one another. Ted pushed Marilyn to her knees and she began to suck him. Ted was easily almost twice the size of Mark erect. Mark was feeling very cuckolded as he watched and stroked himself.

When Marilyn arose Ted told her to face the kitchen island and grab hold of it. He lifted her robe and spanked her ass asking her what she wanted. She told him she needed "A big cock" . Mark was feeling very cuckolded at that moment. Mark watched as Ted slid that large organ of his into Marilyn from behind. Watching Marilyn grind herself on it, while Ted brought her to climax in a way that Mark could not. Watching while Ted used Marilyn for his own pleasure. This made Mark climax, strengthening in his own mind that Marilyn and Ted had cuckolded him. Watching Marilyn caress Ted's masculine, hairy chest after the fact before again he took what he had staked as his for a second time that evening.

The next morning Mark was both angry and excited by the events of the night before. This had the potential of him being truly cuckolded, but could he manage it being Ted? Time would only tell. Marilyn and Ted repeated the sexual encounters over the next two evening. Mark watched in the shadows. Never letting on that he knew. For him this was the transition from fantasy to reality of being cuckolded. Only time will tell how this plays out. Will Marilyn's relationship with Ted include Mark more actively as a cuckolded husband?

How do I know know these people? Mark has been sharing his experiences with me for years. Every time we chat it is clear how aroused he is by recounting his cuckolded experiences. Have ever been or wanted to be cuckolded? Seeing the woman you love and desire actively choose another man over you because of your lack of adequacy? I want to hear about you experiences of being cuckolded or your need to be cuckolded, perhaps even by me.

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Vanessa the Little Sissy Slut Shows Off

2014-08-14T15:42:00.003-04:00

Vanessa has been in touch with me over the last six months or so. She loves to express her Sissy Slut self whenever it is feasible. Exposing her inner Sissy Slut is one of her most favorite activities, when time allows. Whether in person, by photograph or live stream video Vanessa likes to show off. She shows off her outfits, her physique and even her talent for sucking cock. I am including a screen shot I took of Vanessa while she modeled outfits for me via Skype this past weekend. The more slutty the outfit the more Vanessa is drawn to it. She loves short skirts and revealing tops, anything that will attract the attention of men. I love watching her, and even in these early stages of our relationship, gently influencing, manipulating her choices. It gives me a thrill, a rush of power.

Curious? Do you want to explore the Sissy within? Want to show off your Sissy persona? Have a Sissy experience that you need to share? Have you or do you need to suck cock? I want to hear all about it. Whether to share in it with you or influence you to push your boundaries. The time has come for you act upon your needs. Today is the day to call.

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Play Time for My Submissive and Myself

2014-08-06T12:59:00.001-04:00

Some of you have come to know that I have a significant other, a partner, my primary sub of 3 plus years. If you met us on the street you would never guess of our proclivities in private. My philosophy as a Domme is this, I am not interested in making anyone complicit to my interests who should not be. However, in private, I expect, if you choose to play with me, complete submission.

I enjoy all kinds of acts of submission from my subs, some more than others. But the acts themselves are not as arousing as the power exchange is. When a sub gives me control to shape our relationship, to drive our encounters, nothing inspires me more than this.

When I met my current primary sub, we had different experiences, needs, wants and trigger points. One common interest we shared was the gender swap. When we play, I am always in the male role and my sub assumes the female role. Almost all of our play either originates from this or includes it in some way. There is some irony in this because our physical attributes would suggest otherwise. Having him in a state of feminization and using my strap-on on him is one of my favorite ways to end a day. As a Domme, there is no greater fulfillment than having my sub reach his potential in service,and to reward him with pleasure of his own climax from my cock, without any other manipulation.

In the past he has been a bit camera shy but today I am including a photograph of a recent play session, where he awaiting the penetration of my cock. A very tantalizing sight to me. Him waiting, ready for me to use him however I see fit in our play time. And use him I do. There is nothing in 3 plus years of playing he isn't willing to embrace. Pushing boundaries and thresholds I never expected us to cross. The more willing he is the more aroused and fulfilled I become. Although the photograph here may seem rather tame, it symbolic of his complete trust in and submission to me.

Curious? Do want to explore your submission? Do you have submissive experience that you need to share? Time to call.

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New Strapon mp3

2014-05-24T13:17:00.000-04:00

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Montreal Habs Victory, Go New York Rangers

2014-05-24T12:51:00.000-04:00

So last night my beloved Boston Bruins were beat by the Montreal Habs. Although Sebastian and I never solidified our bet, I felt compelled to acknowledge the victory of the Habs. As Sebastian predicted, I would use the Starbucks cards he sent me from Amazon to drink my consolation cup of coffee this morning.

The Montreal Habs did beat the Boston Bruins, last night they were for sure the better team. Being from Boston, in general we are not enamored with New York. However, I do believe that as of this morning the majority of the Boston Bruins Nation is rooting The New York Rangers, as illustrated in the cartoon below.

(credit to NESN)

So the Montreal Habs live to see another day. Montreal Habs fans enjoy your extension of the season, because the New York Rangers are gunning for your team. Go Rangers! If you asked me my prediction now I believe the Chicago Blackhawks will go all the way to win the Stanley Cup again this year. But alas, I am now focusing on the Boston Red Sox.

But in the meanwhile before I jet off to Europe for my vacation, give me a call, let me know what you think.
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Bruins v. Habs Hockey Playoff Series

2014-05-01T11:31:00.000-04:00

As many of you know I am from Boston and I love Hockey. Some of the most authentic people I have ever met are involved with Hockey at some level, Player, Coach, Staff, Promoter, or Spectator. The Boston Bruins are an Original Six team. Long before the Patriots were in fashion or the newly found Red Sox fever took hold, the Bruins had and still have a tremendous amount of fan loyalty. Hockey, in Boston, at its heart is a working man's sport. Yes, it is expensive to play and expensive to watch here, but do an analysis of the long term fans and you will find working class roots.

If you are a fan of Boston sports teams you know there have been some natural rivalries. The Jets, the Lakers, the Yankees and the Habs. To an outsider, one might think there is total hatred for the Yankees, however, you have to be from Boston to understand the deep animosity harbored for generations towards the Habs.

This animosity is not one-sided but the arrogance that the Habs fans display is a bit untenable. However, this is tied to the misplaced moral superiority that most Canadians feel towards Americans, but that is another post for another day. As an example, I can understand why you would prefer our beer, Sam Adams, to anything Canadian produced, but must you deface ALL of the packaging?

So here we are again. Another playoff series. An intense rivalry. In my heart I believe Tuukka will make Boston proud. But I know the Habs are formidable, so I take nothing for granted. Tonight the Garden will rock and the Bruins will push forward. In all honesty, if we are going to take back the cup, we must through Montreal to get there. Anything less is disingenuous.

I have few friendly wagers with Habs fans. In the formula, I win, they lose, I lose and yet they still lose. Not sure the Habs fans that undertook the wagers understood that. Having said that, I am still entertaining a wager or two up with Habs Fans until the puck drops tonight at 7:30 pm EST.

I will be watching and tweeting tonight.

If I may stoke the fires just a bit more

So, want entertain a wager? Talk a little hockey bravado? Be in touch.

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Here We Go Bruins

2014-03-30T12:18:00.000-04:00

They are now Atlantic Division champions

Let the fun begin.

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Gifts from a Habs Fan

2014-03-27T21:13:00.000-04:00

Sebastien thank you for the gifts from Amazon. Your thoughtfulness will be remembered. However, please know this does not in any way sway me in my loyalty to the Bruins or how I feel about the Habs. But tomorrow morning, as I sip my coffee, I will be thinking of you.

A New Sissy

2014-03-27T12:40:00.000-04:00

Recently, I chatted with a Sissy new to me. Diane, an East Coast Sissy, is in the midst of her journey of female transformation. You can read about her adventures HERE.

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TomCat's Review

2014-03-19T14:25:00.000-04:00

What a nice surprise this morning when I awoke this morning and found TomCat's review of me on phonesexsecrets. TomCat your generous review will not be forgotten.

Now if you are, after reading my review, ready to explore your authentically submissive side now is the time call me on Niteflirt regardless of the type of submission you need to practice.

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Crossdressing, Cocksucking, Marc

2014-03-18T13:09:00.000-04:00

I love authentically submissive men. If you have ever interacted with me, you know my philosophy. Each relationship I have with a sub, whether in person, via email or by phone is unique. There is no script. The more the sub reveals, and invests in our relationship, the more I invest back. My sub Marc is a perfect example. He has been calling me on Niteflirt for a year. He stays in touch, he takes direction well, communicates his needs/ideas (because I am not a mind reader) and is obedient to me. So some of the perks include me choosing his panties everyday, and pushing him to his outer limits.
Because of all of the above mentioned qualities, Marc, through my influence has evolved from a panty wearing, pervert to a Crossdressing, Cocksucking Pervert. With every encounter he remarks how much I have influenced his thinking. The photographs included demonstrate just how far that influence goes

Now if you are ready to explore your authentically submissive side now is the time call regardless of the type of submission you need to practice

An Unexpected Gift

2014-03-04T13:35:00.004-05:00

Gayle thank you for the unexpected gift from Amazon. Your thoughtfulness will be remembered.

Q&A with Niteflirt

2013-06-08T09:38:00.000-04:00

Want to learn more about me? Peruse my Q&A with Niteflirt

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Hockey

2013-05-30T16:39:00.000-04:00

Hockey

As many of you know who have followed my blog in its different generations, I love hockey. I love the fans, players and the pace of the game. I especially love when I can combine my dominant nature with that love of hockey.

A few years ago when the Boston Bruins spanked the Vancouver Canucks in the Stanley Cup one misguided submissive from Ottawa, in attempt to show some national pride in Canada made a wager with me on the series. His misplaced loyalty and arrogance cost him an uncomfortable self-flogging, on cam, along with some mind fuckery.

Such a fun night H, well at least for me.

Well once again, a misinformed Canadian submissive, marcispervert, made a similar wager with me. Marcisapervert is from Toronto and he was just giddy to try to extract from his Mistress the tangible reward of the Toronto Mapleleafs beating out the Boston Bruins in the first round series. But yet again, arrogance over ruled reasoning in mind of a submissive. So what was his punishment? Several semi-public walks in his bikini and heels and posing for a few photos.Self-Acknowledgement on the part of marcispervert , via public display, of his cross-dressing and perverted ways have brought me much entertainment and pleasure. It also was a big step in him surrendering more control to his Mistress.

There was no NY Rangers fan willing to gamble a wager with me, perhaps there is a Pittsburgh Penguins fan who would be willing. However, perhaps only the Canadian have enough perversion, arrogance and need for submission to chance it.

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Humor

2013-01-05T10:19:00.001-05:00

Just a little chuckle for your day.

Me and the Preacher

2012-08-17T21:25:00.000-04:00

Recently I had the urge to seek some time with a higher power. In my quest, I met a very enchanting Preacher. The electricity borne between us created a higher power. Just not what was originally intended.

While visiting happiest place on Earth, I decided to try some old time religion. I found a house of worship with some appealing snippets on Vimeo. The service was standard fare, the congregants nice, the music good, but the Preacher caught my eye.

He was tall, a little bit of gray in his hair, with some facial hair to match, and dressed exactly how you would expect a Preacher to be attired. His low key, but inspirational style was appealing. After the service, I made a point to introduce myself to him. During my introduction, I saw his eyes roving. I told him that I enjoyed his sermon on "The Lure of Temptation". He commented that it was something everyone could identify with. "No doubt" was my retort. I asked him if he could share a copy of his sermon with me, as I slipped my card into his hand. He agreed, and we parted company.

The next morning, after I had awoken in the sunshine state, at promptly 8:30, my cell rang. Lo and behold it was the Preacher. He offered to drop off a hard copy of his sermon at my hotel. "I bet" was my thought. 45 minutes later, he arrived in the lobby, dressed as if he were on his way to play golf. I invited him to join me for breakfast in the club room lounge. It was quiet and we had privacy, as most of the tourists had departed for the day. I was drawn to his easy going nature and commonalities that we shared, both being from the Northeast, our appreciation for music and as I would later discover a shared penchant for the kink. We also had some large chasms. He lived an outwardly retail life where women live and speak through men. Being the independent woman I am, it was hard for me to fathom submission in any way to a man.

As we wiled away the morning getting know each other over breakfast, it became clear that there was a great deal of intellectual and sexual chemistry between us. Electricity. I could see by his consistent shifting in his seat that he was aroused. I reached over, touched his hand, told him not to be embarrassed and that it would be ok.

I stood up and instructed him to follow me. He followed behind me, until we reached my door. I opened the door to the suite and motioned for him to enter first. As the door closed to the suite I was directly behind him and raised my hands up to his shoulders and with all my might, pushed him to his knees. He went down with a thud, being that he stood at 6'5" and weighed 230 lbs. Yet, he did not resist. I came around to his front and asked "What do you want?", "To serve you Mistress" he replied. I told him to remove all of his golf garb and to get into the kneeling position. I stood there, watching him, giving him no modicum of privacy. When he had accomplished his task, I walked over to a travel trunk in the suite, removing a black leather collar, and leaving the top of the trunk open so he could see that I had all sorts of toys. I placed the collar around his neck and told him that while he wore this he belonged to me. "Yes, Mistress" was his reply.

I left him facing into the suite's living room while I retired to bedroom to change. I reappeared wearing my black cat suit and black heels. I also had a short leash in my left hand. I approached him and attached the leash to a D Ring on the collar. Tugging on it and pulling him along to the bedroom. When arriving at the bottom of the bed, I sat on the centered edge. I instructed him to lay across my lap. I could feel his hard cock in my lap. I reached underneath him and tucked his erect cock and balls between my my muscular thighs. I told the Preacher not to even think about cumming without permission. "Yes, Mistress" he answered with trepidation. I began to smack his behind with my left hand, skin to skin contact, reddening his backside. He began to whimper and I could feel his arousal respond with the precursor of his sex seeping out of the Preacher between my thighs. My own sex was aroused by this intimate, electric connection.

After a thorough spanking, hair pulling warm up, I flipped him over on his back. I left the bedroom to retrieve some toys from my travel trunk. When I returned, I was holding a couple of nipple clamps and I was wearing my harness with my 10" Strapon cock. "Tell me Preacher, ever been fucked like a girl?" I asked. "No, but I want it" he cried. I placed the clamps on his nipples, as I twisted them between my fingers. The Preacher winced and cried. I pulled his torso to the edge of the bed. Putting his ankles on my shoulders. I told the Preacher, "When I fuck you, I want to see the look in your eyes". He watched as I first slipped a finger in my pussy behind my harness wetting it with my sex. After it left my body, I slid it into his tight little hole. All the way past my second knuckle. Repeating the process twice more with another two fingers. I opened him up and massaged his prostrate. All the while with my other hand I was stroking his cock and taking all of the precum onto my palm and rubbing all of it on the head of my cock. As my fingers glided out of him, I popped the head of my 10" Strapon cock inside of him. I wrapped my arms around his thighs that were up against my torso and began to fuck him. Slowly grinding it into him. "Yes Mistress, make me your bitch" the Preacher cried out. When I was completely inside of him, he wrapped his legs around my back and I grabbed him under the shoulders. Once the full weight of my torso was atop of him, I fucked him like the little whore he always wanted to be until he climaxed.

Afterwards the Preacher began to cry. He told me how this was something he had always desired but was unable to obtain do to the life he had chosen. Stroking his face, I told him it was ok and that it would be our secret. I also told him That this encounter was the first of many if he was prepared to serve me. He quickly agreed. so much for a woman living and speaking through a man.

After he had showered and dressed I walked him down to the lobby and told him from now on he would be to me StraponPreacherMan.

By the way, the next Sunday the topic of the Preacher's sermon? "Contentment" and I am not kidding in the least little bit.

To be continued.

Which One of You Drives An Acura

2012-08-08T12:24:00.000-04:00

Look what saw I recently parked in downtown Boston. Ok, which one of you does this Acura belong? Call me and fess up.

Greetings From Brant Rock, MA

2012-07-31T14:28:00.000-04:00

We have had some great beach weather here in New England this summer. This has been my view for a few days while I have been laying out working on getting my body nice and bronzed by the sun.

Junior Seau

2012-05-02T15:46:00.001-04:00

RIP Junior Seau.

A Secret Santa?

2011-12-17T16:14:00.000-05:00

Someone sent me a beautiful gift via Amazon this week. There was no note, if it was you, please let me know

Love My Boston Bruins

2011-12-17T16:06:00.000-05:00

Worst to First! Tim Thomas records his 30th career shutout and the Bruins paste the Flyers 6-0. Boston now sits on top of the Eastern Conference... a mere 41 days after they were in the basement.

True Story - Careful With Those Spa Treatments

2011-09-25T14:23:00.000-04:00

I found this story that I passing on fascinating for a few reasons. First, I have spent a lot time in the city where the incident took place and second, well it is all a bit hard to comprehend.

Credit to the UK Metro for the text below:

Zhang Nan was bathing with live eels to cleanse his skin when one rogue serpent took a liking to his manhood. The eel treatment in question is a similar concept to the popular London spas that offer fish pedicures. Thinking that the eels would make him look ten years younger, Nan dived into the water and let them feast upon layers of dead skin. But after laying in the spa bath, Nan felt a sharp pain and realised a small eel was working its way up his urethra and into his bladder. 'I climbed into the bath and I could feel the eels nibbling my body. But then suddenly I felt a severe pain and realised a small eel had gone into the end of my penis,' the 56-year-old from Honghu, Hubei province said. 'I tried to hold it and take it out, but the eel was too slippery to be held and it disappeared up my penis.'(OK, that's enough cringing now... it's horrible, though, we know...)

Rushing himself to hospital, the man underwent a three-hour operation to remove the six-inch eel which was dead by the time doctors found it. Surgeon Jin Wang said that, because of the eel's slippery nature, it was able to make a smooth entry into the genitals of Nan. 'The diameter of the urethra in a man's penis is just a little narrower, but because eels are quite slippery, its body worked as a lubricant and so it got into the penis smoothly,' he said. (Really - stop cringing - we can see you...)

Believe it or not, Nan's case follows a similar incident when a 14-year-old boy in India had to undergo emergency surgery. In a case study published by urologists Dr G Vezhaventhan and R Jeyaraman, they described how they removed a 2cm-long fish from the boy's bladder. The teenager said that while holding the fish he had gone to the toilet and, while urinating, the fish had 'slipped from his hand and entered his urethra'.
Hmmm...

Well BC Finally Won a Game

2011-09-25T13:57:00.000-04:00

Congrats to my friends @ BC for putting their first Football win of the year on the board.

2011-09-04T10:55:00.000-04:00

Welcome Home, Stanley Cup

2011-06-22T12:52:00.001-04:00

My Boston Bruins brought home the Stanley Cup last week. Who knew it could bring such happiness? To my Canadian friends, there is always next year.