At Your Feet

I lay on the floor at Your feet
in candlelight naked and warm

My head rests on one of Your feet my belly on the other

I am curled towards You, available as You want or need

You like me this way and I stay awhile

Then You request I get up and help by grabbing my breasts

Lifting me by the flesh of my own skin, just to my knees

"Do you know how much you please me", You ask

"Yes," I respond for I do know

I can see it in Your eyes they twinkle so

I am held firmly by my hair

and slapped; on my tits my belly and face

You punch me it is delightful

You kiss me softly and tell me i am a good girl

and i lay down again at Your feet

Taylor Made For Me - Folsom Part Two

Vending at Folsom. Our day began at 7am, hauling our stuff about 6 blocks, then me going to forage for breakfast. Waiting, waiting for the others we were sharing space to show up. They did and all around us vendors and organizers began putting the street fair together.

By 10ish all was set up, I mosied around a little checking things out. Lots of fun booths, very exciting and costumed people roaming around, much leather (yum!) Back at our booth, I spent much of my day in and out of the bear's sex sling. We had a lot of fun people try out the sling. The day went by fairly fast.

The best thing that happened for me happened in the last hour: Taylor came by. Was it accidental? I am sure I told him the name of our booth and he did come alone....I was laying in the sling and he was looking at some whips a few feet from me. Our eyes met at the same time and I broke into a big smile. He smiled too and said, "You look familiar...."

I was out of the sling in about two seconds and rubbing up against him. I immediately brought Taylor over to meet the bear. There was saucy talk and I found myself holding onto the sling frame over my head while my top was lowered and the two of them got to smacking my tits hard. If it was a contest I would be hard pressed to say who won. (Maybe me?!) Open-palmed hard as they could smacks on my tits, such that the bear's palm left a huge welt on one side.

Then Taylor and I had a few minutes together. He had just bought a lead-weighted thuddy toy and rapped my tits with it; did some two-fisted punches on the one side just like a boxer would hit a punching bag. I was his punching bag. I mumbled that I wanted his knee between my legs but he did not hear me correctly and next thing I knew I was put over the bear's knee so Taylor could spank my bottom. Mmmmm, floaty, floaty and happy. After we talked about what I like and what other kind of play we might engage in. I showed him the cigar burns from the night before (public play at the Eagle Tavern). He was smoking a cigarette; (smile) so he added a few of his own.

There was another women's play party later. He wanted me there. I wanted to be there. He left, it suddenly got windy and it was time to take everything down. A 12-hour day, much of it on my feet, working hard alongside the bear. Hauling stuff 6 blocks back to the hotel wore us both out. I grabbed dinner across the street and we played and fell asleep together. No more Taylor tonight. I was regretful but spent. I fell asleep with my face in the bear's armpit. I like to sleep with my face in his armpit. Yeah, I'm weird.

Oh, I forgot. Before Taylor left he wrote his email address across the tit he worked on earlier. I will never forget the smiles that evoked at the end of the night. I spent at least 10 minutes looking at effects from both Taylor and the bear's handiwork. How the tiny blood vessels broken here and there formed a crazy pattern, the Friday night bruising added to and turning colors even as I watched it. Such loveliness.

Taylor Made For Me - Folsom Part One

I rolled into San Fran bout 10:30 Friday night and took a shuttle directly to a women's play party above Mr S Leather. Saw a few familiar faces there, both from San Fran but also from Wicked Womyn and got to chat and get cards/info, invites to come to Desire (yes, yes!).

A spanking fundraiser was happening where if you wanted to get spanked you paid or if you wanted to spank someone you paid to spank them. One of the IMsL organizers was on the chopping block and a teh cute boi/butch delivered a few good smacks to her behind. I said, "I want some of that please. And if I am the one paying, do I get to say how I want them?" (i am a pushy bitch that bats her eyes). And that was how I met Taylor. He asked what I wanted. I gave him a $10 and said, "I want marks, and I would prefer that there were on my tits". He asked how much warm up I wanted; I said very little. And that was what I got.

He gave me three or four warm up swats on my bottom and then simply said, "Tits now. Stand against the wall". I took off my bra and did as I was told. The first double open-palmed smacks were hard but doable. He asked how that was. I said good. "Harder?" he questioned. "Oh, yes please", I replied. And that was when I got what I deserve. Taylor is a hot, petite (military?) boi/butch. The second set of smacks made me scream and grab onto him for dear life. He let me get my breath. The third set was just as hard. When I get into that floaty space so fast I sometimes giggle; what is going through my head at that time is basically, that hurts like a motherfucker and I am asking for more??? The fourth set was on the sides of my tits, the fifth was a good closer.

I wanted to play with him more, but he had something else on the go. He took my number and I crossed my fingers it would get used that weekend.

Helpless Never Felt This Good!

We were at the mens bath house attending a special kink event open to all for the night. Play equipment was set up and to the side of the dungeon space was a four-poster bed. I was going to begin experimenting with restraints and chose a Leather Hog Tie. I can be claustrophobic and I was a little concerned how comfortable I may be in the usual hog tie position (on stomach, arms behind back and knees bent with ankles overtop your butt). I am a curvy girl after all, and using the Leather Hog Tie with ankle and wrist cuffs likely meant that I would not be able to maintain the position for very long. Luckily, my partner got creative and pulled out the rope, cutting strips long enough to tie around each of my ankles and wrists and create a loop for the four rotatable claw hooks of the hog-tie to clip onto (he's pretty smart for a bear). This gave me a little more wriggle room as it were.

I asked my friend JR to be my anchor. I trust my play partner but I also wanted someone to hold me gently and whisper sweet things to me while I was restrained and my bear got rough with me. JR got comfortable on the bed, his back against the wall.

I was on my knees in front of him while my bear tied my ankles and wrists, clipped them easily to the hog-tie and then said, "JR, catch" and pushed me down. Oomph! I landed on JR, just where I wanted to be, my face on his chest, my body across the bed. It felt a tiny bit scary to know that I could not get away and having JR there actually meant a lot to me. I knew what my bear was up to: he likes to have his big paw inside me but he warmed me up first by caning me on my thighs. He employed a lube fairy to apply lube liberally to his gloved fist and then he went to work fisting my pussy. Being restrained with the hog-time meant that I wriggled a lot as I tried to get away (good luck) and I found myself in JR's armpit a few times. He was lovely, brushing my hair out of my face and giving me sips of water as needed.

Fisting makes me come hard and over and over again. The lube fairy was kept busy reapplying lube as my orgasms washed it away. After several minutes of play this way, I was flipped onto my side. I found this to be a fun and interesting position and again, because I had rope restraints that allowed for a little more movement, this position was largely comfortable and I was quickly sent back into the throes of orgasm; my partner slapping my tits and fisting me some more.

Hmm, restrained and fisted at the bath house? Makes me feel a bit bad for the vanilla folk.....

Grrl sex

At the end of the night at a BDSM party a few weeks ago, I had the good fortune to meet a scrumptious lady and her husband for a few minutes. Round and cute, with short, dark hair and a Drew Barrymore-ish lisp, I made a mental note to chat her up more next time.

Imagine my surprise when I walk into a women's play party the week after, and who do I see (riding the sybian no less), than miss fabulous. But wait, it gets better. Turns out her and a woman I am currently play-dating go way back and here we all find ourselves in near nakedness on a futon with sex toys aplenty.

DB ish grrl takes a break and is off with her friend K for some munchies. My play-date and I settle in to reconnect (it's been awhile) and amidst the cuddles and coos I ask if she would like to fist me. She would. We start with me on my back and she gets a glove on and lots of lube. Fingers inside me are the best feeling in the world, really I prefer them over dick. She knows her way around my pussy fairly well though only with her fingers, never before with her fist.

We decide to switch positions and I get on my knees. I like this position for fisting; it allows me to "go down on" and swallow the fist. She nearly comes when I do. The pretty lady has her fist in me and she is overwhelmed with how it feels. Warm, tight, my pussy squeezes her fist close and lets go and she moves more inside me. She fucks me with her fist now, the fullness and the feeling of being taken like this warms me all the up to my heart, which overflows and sends the waves of orgasm back down to her.

After, she is ready to be got and I fuck her hard with my fingers. She comes fast and easy. I love the contrast of the pearly cum on her black skin.

Our two cute friends are back and ready for some. DB wants to get fucked and fisted now. K and I hold her down and my pretty lady straps one on. Grabbing DB by the hips, she drills into her hard. K and I are merciless, holding DB down, sucking on her tits and playing with her clit. She makes the most beautiful noises as she wriggles and cums; she isn't loud but does alot of "oh's".

I stop to masturbate while she is getting fucked and we look into each other's eyes as we both orgasm, gripping each other's hands at the point of climax.

Pretty lady takes a break and K goes to work fisting DB. I get in behind K and rub her back and stroke her tits, kissing her while she pumps her fist in and out of DB. Pretty lady has DB by the hair and they are engaged in a tense exchange of words.

Around the room, there are magic wands buzzing, a whip snapping and women cumming. I like this party. I like group fucking and I like to see women taking control over other women. I love to see women come hard. The hostess comes by just then with grapes and lovingly stops to feed a few to everyone. After, we collapse in a pile of sticky girlness, giggling and breathing together. At the end of the night, I exchange details with DB. I am thrilled her and pretty lady are old fuck friends and still have sparks for each other and me too methinks.

Grrl sex is hot.....

Part Two and the morning after

We are both so tired when I arrive home from the party. I had left your house after being fully and completely fisted only to go to a women's party and be fisted again and then fuck and spank and finger and kiss and suck on many women in a pile for 3-4 hours. It's bed time upon my arrival and we fit together perfectly spooned. Your bed is very comfortable and I like to feel your shape outlining mine. The fan buzzes quietly, I take a last sip of my water and we rest.

At some point in the night I wake, you are hard and I masturbate you until you take over and come. More sleep, I wake before you and am told to keep still for another hour while you rest. No hair stroking, no nipple pinching, no touching myself, just rest. Not an easy task but I do my best to sit still and you are soon snoring again.

I get through the hour and you are in a semi-awake state. I ask if I can masturbate and you say yes. I get my toy bag. I ask you if you will fuck my ass with one of my new dildos. You are quick with the lube and glove as always and prepare my bottom for entry. The head is exquisite, larger than the shaft, I moan and protest but at the same time, lower my bottom onto the dill. You call me a greedy slut. You teach me how to take a cock in the ass. My orgasms make me feel emotional, close to tears. You ask for my other toy; a tentacle shaped dildo I got from a girlfriend the night before. With one dildo fully in my ass, you fuck my cunt with the tentacle, and pound your fist on the end of the ass dildo. May I tell you how much I enjoyed that? Finally, you had me hand over my Magic Wand and licked at my clit with it (how did you do all that by the way?) Buzzing on my clit, fullness in my pussy and ass, a fist pounding on my ass and spanking my cheeks. My hand covered my screams more than once.

You allow me to recover and we have toast and tea and do a few housekeeping things. Later, you want to smoke a cigar and I am happy to join you outside on the enclosed patio. You put down a piece of carpet and have me kneel on it. My dress was on by this time, but my breasts were easily exposed with the dress material pulled underneath them. We both gaze down at the large purple bruise on my left tit, lovingly first given to me last week at the MVK party and tweaked a few times since then to maintain it's intensity. I recount how the women I were fucking last night were all happy to dig their fingers into that bruise and watch me writhe. Of course, what a silly thing to tell you. No sooner are the words out of my mouth than you have your huge, beautiful cock in one hand and smack it down hard on my bruised tit; again and again and again. Your cock is so heavy, your Prince Albert jewelry and my nipple ring clash a few times.

I rock back on my heels and lay my head against the massage table type of furniture you have there and my arms go back behind my head to expose my armpits to you. You had asked me a few weeks ago to not wear deordorant and to stop shaving my armpits and of course I have complied. The hair is almost long enough to pull and the smell is sweet. You take my chin in your hand and slap me across the face, two, three times. It sends me over the edge always. But you are not close to being done with me. Your cigar burns into my bruise and snaps me back to reality. Again, you burn me. "Pain slut," you say. You see how my eyes light up before they roll into the back of my head. How just the very edges of my lips form a smile but I am so taken by all these sensations I burst into laughter. You push your fucking hard, fucking huge penis right into my nipples, pushing your cock all the way. It fucking hurts and you do it to one tit and then the other and back and forth again. More cock smacking against my tits. We are outside, and though the patio is enclosed there are people walking and talking less than ten feet from us. My hand covers my mouth again as I take in all these sensations.

You are ready to come and we shift positions. You sit on the furniture, I kneel in front of you. You jerk off while I pull your nipples and suck on your balls. Fuck! The people are still there on the sidewalk, talking. I know you are going to come soon and you do not come quietly. "Shh, Bear," I whisper. You do your best as I feel your spasm and hear your ejaculate hit the cement.

We are good together you and I. We make our own rules, rules that work for us. There are limitations in place but I don't see them as that for they have allowed our imaginations to soar high. Our play is safe, hot fucking sex in so many different ways. It is intense and joyful. I never expected to find you. Thank you, Papa Bear. You know what your slutty little girl needs and you give it to me.

To my PB

We are at your house. We have had a rough time today, you and I. All was almost lost due to miscommunication and assumptions; a hot-headed little girl am I, fumbling my way blindly at times from anger, hurt.

I am worried I can give in to you, my want to serve you is great but it can surely test me on so many levels. Tonight I am ready to walk out the door without giving myself over to you. Our eyes lock and we hug as I prepare to depart. I am not ready to go, I do not want to go, I want to give myself to you, I want to be tested and grow.

I tell you I want you. I am sent to the bathroom to bend over the sink and hike up my dress. My panties are down and I pull one leg out of them so I can spread open farther. My panties hang off my left shoe; my heels help me arch my back and my hands are on the counter, my face against the lip of the sink.

You come in wearing gloves and with lube and you come at my pussy hungry, diving in with both hands, then with one fist. I push my butt out and arch more to try to swallow you. I do and the fullness is exquisite. Was I going to walk away from this? You punch fuck me, I gurgle and gasp, breathing hard, the pain is pleasure and the pleasure is pain. You fill me so completely I cannot squirt. I hike my dress up and peer between my legs and ask you to please pull out. When you do, my hand meets yours at my cunt, we both rub and I am instantly squirting. The first of it runs down my leg, the next several come out in spasms to splat on the floor. I can see it all and it is so pleasing to watch. You spank me. I love it. Your bare hands on me give the best marks, the best bruises. I am floating. You give me a towel to dry myself off.

I am on my way out to a women's play party with a happy, swollen cunt ready for more. I am so high I turn to leave the bathroom, forget about my panties hooked to my shoe and promptly drag my beautiful black, lace panties through all my juices on the floor. I don't even know I have done it til I hear you giggle. You take me panties from me. You like to keep the smelly ones awhile before I get to have them back.

I ask if I can come back to you after the women's party. You say yes. We are lucky together to work at what we have. I want to be good enough to deserve what I get. I want what you give me. You make your little girl happy.