It started around midnight, two nights ago. MY TRAMP had just come back from several hours out with another couple. She was getting to know, teaching a little bondage, having some crazy sex. When she finally made it home I was out taking in the night air. It was the first good, warm evening in a long time and I sure couldn’t sleep. By the time I got back home she was in bed, reading. We cuddled briefly, the lights went out, and it looked like we were going to drift off to sleep.
I don’t remember what was going through my head but what was happening to my crotch was undeniable. The position I was lying in quickly became uncomfortable so I rolled over, grabbing my swollen cock as I did. I think MY SLUT saw this in the darkness. Not sure. The next thing I knew, a hand was trying to burrow its way through and under the covers to get to my private area. Peering at her in the darkness, I detected the hint of a smile on MY WHORE’S face.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” I asked her. The smile broke a bit wider and moments later I was pushing into a very swollen, used up pussy. While I pounded at her, making her cry out and struggle with discomfort, she shared some of the things she’d done earlier in the evening. I leaned in and pumped harder, trying to hurt her more. After she confessed some of her dirty deeds I told her that I would soon be taking a belt to her to punish her for being such a whore. This brought on convulsions that I did my best to fuck my way through. It was fucking HOT sex!
Eventually I dumped load number one into her. We lay down and slept for a few hours, but when I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom I also came to bed and used the piece of meat that was sleeping with me. She was wonderful, remaining still and silent and letting me enjoy myself. Load number two went into a still swollen and raw, but very wet cunt.
In the morning I awoke to find the bed empty. Walking downstairs, I was greeted enthusiastically by MY LITTLE BITCH. Placing her on the step above me, so that we were about the same height, I gave her some deep kisses and began to caress her body. Touching her like she was an object, pulling off her clothes and putting my lips wherever I wanted to. She was soon down on her knees, taking me in her mouth, and I enjoyed this for a while. What I really wanted some more of that pussy. Wanted to hear her cry out when I pushed into it and feel her pull away when I really got to fucking it. She loves it when I can hurt her with my cock and this was a damn good time for that. I ordered her to position herself on the stairs and there I once again pounded her pussy until load number three was spilling inside her. We were hot, sweaty and exhausted but I knew there was more coming. I wanted this CUNT more than I had in a long time and she was going to accept my attentions happily.
We had a lazy day planned. Eat, watch a movie, fuck. And so it went. We ate a meal shortly after the morning fuck, went out and did a bit of shopping, then came back and watched a movie. Shortly after that I approached MY MEAT in the kitchen and bent her over the counter so that I could slide my cock in that pussy one last time. It was finally loose from all the use it had received and I took a fair amount of time trying to hurt her with my dick in an odd, strenuous position. It worked, and felt good for the both of us, but by the time I dropped load number four – just before noon – it felt like I’d done a mini workout. My arms were sore and my abs were ripped.
Later in the day MY SLUT would suggest we go upstairs and enjoy ourselves yet again. She lay on her back and I ate her pussy while fucking her mouth. Then she turned the Hitachi on and tried to cum while I fucked her. Porn was playing but I spent very little time watching it until the end. After several failed attempts to reach orgasm I had her put the vibrator aside so that I could lean in and fuck her vigorously while watching the television. I told her I was going to ignore her then upped the pace and depth of my thrusts until she was crying out underneath me. Before I dropped load number five I stared deep into her eyes as she screwed up her face from the pain. It was beautiful.
Shortly after she picked up the vibrator and had the orgasm she’d been trying for while I placed my balls on her face and stretched the sac out to nearly cover her entire face. She was being smothered by balls and I think that’s what finally pushed her over the edge.
Good sex!
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I have a word document that sits on my computer called UPDATES. Basically, it’s where I compose the majority of my blog posts, so there are a lot of unfinished rants, descriptions of sexual depravity and admissions of guilt there. Often, when I decide to answer e-mail with more than a few sentences, I will open the UPDATES document and compose my letter/response there before I send it. When I’m done, I usually erase what I’ve written so the whole thing doesn’t end up one huge mess. Sometimes though, I forget to hit the delete button, and a few days later I’ll open it up and find something like this:
“You want advice? I’ll give you advice –“
Was there more after the “ – “ or was that as far as I got? I certainly don’t remember. It sure doesn’t sound like a blog post though, does it? I was either angry or getting ready to mess with someone – I don’t recall. I sure hope I gave some good advice…
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I am not a “Dom” or a “Master”. At times I would have to identify as a “Top” because I don’t “bottom” to anyone, or have those tendencies. Hating labels, but knowing they are necessary to ease communication, I can say I am “dominant”, a “top”, “heteroflexible” and in an “open” relationship. I do not own MY LOVE and she is technically not my submissive. She is submissive to me though, and would very much consider herself a bottom. And so it goes. I haven’t once, in all of my writings, stated that I was a Dom. Nor did I ever state that I was a Master. Being away from places like Alt.com and FetLife for so long I forgot how important it is to people that you label yourself as closely and correctly as you can. This, I think, creates an extreme difficulty for people who WANT to be one thing but are quite clearly something else. I know who I am, and what I want, so choosing a label that fits me, or fits the thing(s) I seek, isn’t too difficult. I think it must be for others.
Six months ago, while MY LOVE and I were designated as “In a Committed Relationship” on FetLife, a guy wrote her and pretty much just said “Hey, I’ve got a big cock for you.” Something with lots of class. I don’t know that she bothered to respond because she usually doesn’t waste her time with stupid shit like this. Recently, the guy moved to Portland and began writing her again. His missives were a bit more polite, but not much. She made it pretty clear she wasn’t interested but he wrote as recently as a week ago with “So, what are we waiting for?” MY LOVE wasn’t going to bother to respond to this either, so it probably should have ended there. Instead, the guy wrote to me as if he wanted to get to know me and start a friendship. MY LOVE saw that I was about to respond to his message on FetLife and told me that she did not want anything to do with him. She probably thought he was writing to me to try and get close to her, and maybe he was. She showed me his e-mails and I decided it would do him good to get an honest response.
I wrote:
“6 months ago, while we were both in a very committed relationship, you were writing to my girl and offering her your cock. Without much class, I might add. As recently as a week ago you simply sent her "What are we waiting for..." or something along those lines. It's flattering that you are interested in my girlfriend but let me make something clear - she is NOT interested in you. My suggestion is that you get to know people a bit more before crassly offering your dick. Meet people in person and figure out if they are even attracted to you before suggesting it's time to fuck. Not only does this type of talk/behavior put women off it makes you seem like your head isn't rooted in reality. Do you walk up to women in a restaurant or bar and say "It's time to fuck"? If you did you'd get laughed at and maybe even slapped. Even if you did it during a BDSM-related party you'd still get looked at like you were a creepy asshole.
If you have any REAL interest in getting to know ME feel free to write back and we'll correspond. I'd suggest leaving my girl - Catherine de Sade - alone, as I've stated quite clearly that she has no interest in you. Going to events and seeing how people really act - not over the computer - I think would help you immensely.
Have a great day,
K”
Because I don’t have his permission I won’t reprint what he wrote back to me. To sum it up he was thankful for my honest response, sincere about his interest in meeting people, and going to clean up his act. He mentioned that he would be attending seminars and munches so I had to write back to him in a more friendly manner. Here’s what I said:
“Right on. Now from a much less agitated point of view I want to say that munches aren't the greatest thing. Learn the etiquette but decide for yourself if you want to be a part of the world these people are presenting you. If you don't like some of the things you hear I urge you to follow that feeling and share your own twisted version of BDSM with someone who is like-minded. There are so many rule-followers out there you don't have to be another if you don't want to be.
And one last thing - try to stay in reality as much as possible. I know it's fun to pretend, and try on the persona of a confident, aggressive, witty, dominant man who can just snap his fingers and get what he wants. That's not you though, and you know that. If it WAS you, you wouldn't be wasting your time on FetLife would you? Try to be who you are, and be honest to everyone you talk to about who you are and what you want. Try to be eloquent and not vulgar. Realize right now that the odds are MASSIVELY against you having any sort of random success. If you want anything of value you will have to search for it, work for it, and most definitely spend some time without it. You can be a rude, fake follower or you can really be something unique simply by being real/genuine.
Good luck,
K”
I hope he takes my advice. I post this conversation at the risk of offending someone who probably really thinks munches, and the BDSM community are the greatest thing ever. That I don’t agree with you is not offensive, it is simply an expressed opinion. Hope you can all handle that like adults.
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I’ve worked in the adult business, in one form or another, for as much of my adult life as I could. My jobs have varied from simple things like clerking at porn shops to bartending and DJing at strip clubs. I’ve also managed those same porn shops while trying to put together things like Fetish Parties and Swingers Lounges. My most recent foray has obviously been filming, editing and participating in adult movies as well as running my own adult business. I’ve even sold myself a couple of times – Shhh! Don’t tell anybody! – so you could say I’ve been a prostitute as well. And yes, I feel all guilty about it.
Lew Rubens recently contacted MY LOVE/Catherine de Sade and asked her if she’d be his Bondage Model for an upcoming event: “Monthly Bondage Play Party Featuring Lew Rubens”. You can find out more about the event - when it’s happening and where it’s taking place - below. Any of you who don’t know who Lew is should learn more about him. You can find him on FetLife: “lewrubens” – www.fetlife.com/users/13583 - and from there venture out to see some of his incredible work. He is a sincere, handsome, charismatic man that can do some AMAZING stuff with a length of rope and a lovely, willing lady. In her excitement MY LOVE suggested that I contact Lew and ask him if I could provide the music for this event. He was happy to accept so I’m happy to announce that I will be DJing that evening while she is getting tied up. This has MY LOVE extra excited because she knows I have excellent taste in music and she has a good idea of what I am going to play. Believe me, after our recent trip to the club where they were playing The B-52’s “Love Shack” we want to make sure she’s not being tied up to some obnoxious crap. I will make sure of it.
The Conservatory is hosting the event. Here is the information, copied from their site:
“Join The Conservatory and the Portland Rope Arts Group for a frivolous mid-week play party focusing on bondage and restraint - Thursday, 20 May. – WHAT IT SHOULD SAY IS JUNE 17TH!!!!
With exhibition scenes by world-renowned rope expert and teacher, Lew Rubens, whose talents range from “beautiful and artistic suspensions to truly sadistic and diabolical predicaments.”
7:00pm to 11:00pm
$15 per person
No RSVP necessary
Non-alcoholic beverages and snacks offered
For more information about Lew, please visit his yahoo group and his website, boundndetermined.
Take a few minutes to familiarize yourself with the list of House Rules before you arrive.
No RSVP required.
This party is open to all genders, genderless, orientations, non, and otherwise.”
As I pointed out, the date should be June 17th, but I assume the rest of the information is accurate. The Conservatory is located at 5224 SE Foster Road. MY LOVE and I both hope you’ll come to this event and see a wonderful and talented man doing what he does best. Catherine de Sade will provide the eye candy and I’ll provide some of the ambience.
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Yesterday was Monday, but it was also a holiday, so I did what everyone else did – or wished they could do – and took the day off. Didn’t do one minute of video editing, didn’t shoot any new footage or even put up a blog post. Last Monday I skipped my usual blah about movies/books and shared with you something much more interesting: A Happy Butthole Moment! I think you were pretty forgiving, at that time, but yesterday probably seems inexcusable. Like I said, I took the day off. Why are you trying to make me feel guilty about it?
A couple of weeks ago I finished reading “The Dead Fish Museum” by Charles D’Ambrosio. It was my first time with this author and the experience left me wanting more. I want to read more of his writing but I also want a bit more from his stories.
“The Dead Fish Museum” is a collection of short stories. All eight of them had one really annoying thing in common: they started in the middle of a situation and left while things were still happening. I’m not the kind of person who necessarily has to have a hard beginning, middle and end to every story he reads, but a collection where not one of them comes close to anything like a satisfying conclusion is really annoying.
There are apparently at least two other books by this author – “The Point” and “Orphans”, and as long as they are full novels and not short-story collections I will seek them out. Charles D’Ambrosio has an incredible ability and economy with words that I very much enjoyed, and I want to see if it is something he is able to maintain the length of an entire novel. I am also curious to see if he can wrap up a story a little better, instead of just yanking you out of it. Nothing says “I’m not that great of a writer” like not being able to end your stories.
Maybe my post/rant/complaint about Shutter Island (crunch!) should count as my review of a recent movie MY LOVE and I enjoyed – TRIED to enjoy! – together. Nothing leaps to mind when I think of the stuff we’ve seen recently. We actually put our Netflix account on vacation hold because it is our intention to take in less television, if that’s possible. We barely consume two hours a night, but it has been a nightly thing for nearly four years now so maybe a little break isn’t so bad. Summer is approaching and we’d like to be spending that time out, doing something else. Snuggling up and watching a movie together has been a way for MY LOVE and I to connect at the end of our day but it is just not the same here, at our new home. Nothing is the same. It is time for us to create new “rituals” that will bring us closer together on a daily/nightly basis. Escaping into the television is usually wonderful and relaxing but there have to be other things we can participate in together that will bring us these feelings. So we’re looking for that.
Maybe you won’t get so many movie reviews on Mondays but you will still get a regular update on what I’m reading. Not going to stop doing that any time soon.
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