I don’t know if anyone is reading this yet, but I mentioned in Bitchy Jone’s blog that a string of thoughts that started in her comments lead me to figure out somethings in my  head, and the result of getting those knots untangled was that I had my first real round of Dominant Sex. HAHAH YAYAY I WINZ!

I’ll tell you why this was a bid deal in another post, but I’ve actually had very little kinky sex in my life.

I’ve been doing various delicious kinky things for many years, with great regularity. This year I’ve played about once a week, once a month at the least. It’s always been one of three things, though. 1) We play, then I untie them and we fuck and possibly cuddle 2) We play, they come, I look smug and masturbate about it later or 3) We play and no one comes, it’s just whatever else we were doing (like, ball bashing a boy at a party). So, I do kinky play all the damn time, but have very little kinky sex. I think the last time I had kinky sex was with the ex, M, who was my beautiful disaster. Super hot, amazing body, great cock, and…yeah. It was a mistake to have made it a relationship. Later posts. On to the fun!

I got over the weirdness about mixing sex, bondage and sadistic play. Fortunately, my ex T came over tonight to hang out. We were cuddling and he apologized for poking me with his cock when we were just being platonic. I wiggled my ass against him and laughed when he told me that wasn’t helping.

I rolled him on his back and straddled him. I rocked against him. I licked and nibbled and stroked his body until he was panting,  moaning a bit, and arching his back. After a bit of fumbling, I found a condom, dragged him into my room, and told him I wanted to tie him up and use him. Being a pervert he agreed. His ankles were in leather gladiator cuffs, and I tied them together in a hobble with black rope. I put him in a chest harness and I tied his upper arms so they couldn’t go up or down, but were sort of tied in front of him.

I made him get on his knees next to my bed and use my delightful Hitachi Magic Wand on me. I told him if he did a VERY good job and made me come, a lot, I was going to fuck the shit out of him. If he didn’t I was going to send him to bed with blue balls. Part of me is a little sad I didn’t get to do that- come dozens of times until he was aching for release, and leave him with a deep ache from the fact that I didn’t let him come. Some other time, perhaps some other boy.

He was VERY good at doing what I told him to do. I slipped out of my pajama pants (did I fail to mention the fuzzy blue jammies? Yeah, every kink story has blue jammies, I know you were expecting it) and had him work the hitachi. I put on the g-spotter attachment and proceeded to get a bit loud.  Every so often I’d sit up, pull on his hair, bite his lip or kiss him, and play with some of his turn-on buttons.

Well, he did a very nice job, and I told him to stand up. I played with him and got him ready. I told him that he had to beg to be allowed to come, and he said…

Yes Ma’am.

I don’t know if I mentioned it but I don’t like being called Ma’am. I am Miss Lotus, thank you very much, and I am a total bitch about enforcing that. I told him the next time he called me Ma’am I was going to slap him. He agreed, I played with his cock some more, and I slipped the condom on him and then dragged him into bed with my by his chest harness.

The sex was very, very good for me. I came so hard and so many times I soaked through two layers of towel, my blanket, and both my sheets. I need a new mattress cover and my bed is now damp. He was about to ask me if he could come when he called me Ma’am again, and I (not too hard) slapped him right across the face. The look of shock and hurt in his eyes made me come again, and I was laughing at him.

It was, all in all, a very, very good night. He’s now gently snoring on my sofa bed, and I’m getting ready to go to sleep.

I think I like this, the-boy-makes-me-come-and-sleeps-somewhere-else thing.

My life is GOOD.

I did have a brief thought somewhere in there about how much I owed to people, two in my real life, and one on the internet, for showing me a mirror to look at myself and see why I couldn’t do this before. I owe you all.

I think I’m going to be having a whole lot more kinky sex in the very near future.

ps- I know this post is not the best writing I’ve ever done. I’m in a post-sex-fog, and apparently my inner editor is on the porch drinking an appletini and smoking. Lazy sexed-up bitch! Haha