Like A 3-Martini Lunch, Only Better!

So, once or twice a week,Pet and I have “Funch.” It’s a combination of three words:

  • fun
  • fucking
  • lunch

Although, to be fair, the fucking is usually not on the table. After all, he is SO DAMN GOOD with his hands and mouth, and I’m an evil sumabitch who controls his orgasms and yadda, yadda, yadda…

Anyway, so today with had funch. And I was feeling a bit… I dunno how to describe it… RAWR!

Yes, RAWR! will do nicely. That’s exactly how I was feeling.

So, I decided to step up my game today.

I got all gussied up in black leather boots, black lace hipster panties, and some pretty red lipstick. I then laid down on the bed to think my evil thoughts while pet was on the way.

By the time he arrived, I had a good idea of what I wanted to do.

When he walked in, he was surprised and excited, seeing me laying on the bed in my getup. When he was fully undressed, I stood over him by about 2 inches (heels and platforms, yay!), which heightened the effect I was going for.

We embraced, and I whispered a few naughty things about him being mine, and how he needs the love and the pain and the humiliation I offer him because it is how he knows I love him—all of him—and not just a idealized version of him.

His favorite and best answer to all of this is simply, “Yes, My Queen.”

*swoons*

Anyway, so then I bend him over the bed, legs slightly spread so I can play with his cock and ass a bit. I spank him, just because I can, and I tell him so. I’m sort of all over the place in what I’m doing, so he can’t get used to it, or expect anything, and when I check, he is dripping like a faucet in a $15 motel.

Which makes me grin and tease him for liking abuse so much.

Then, I instruct him to lay his chest on the bed and reach behind to spread his ass cheeks for me, because I’m going to fill him up while he pleasures me.

He does (of course!) like a good boy, and I put a really substantial stainless steel plug up his ass. I then move to the bed, and lay below him, to tease him with my mouth.

Now, here’s the fun thing about teasing him: He’s on orgasm control. No cumming until next Monday when I return from DC.

*grins*

I know. I’m mean.

So, I’m teasing him with my mouth while he’s getting me off (I have no restrictions, of course!), and every once in a while, he has to pull back to stop himself.

Well, one of the things about sucking cock while orgasming, is that I suck harder. And that makes it very hard to not cum (right, Pet?). LOL!

So, He’s about to bust, and I release his cock from my mouth, and his orgasm is ruined. All over my neck and chest.

I say something like, “That’s a good boy! Let that ruined orgasm paint my neck and chest while you get me off hard knowing you’re going to clean up your mess… That’s it. Lick that cunt good… That OhhhhhhhAHHHHHHH!”

And I came. Again. REALLY REALLLY HARD.

Now, I’m multi-orgasmic, and I like that fine, but there are times when a really big orgasms deserves to stand on it’s own, and this was one or those times, so I tapped out.

“On your knees,” I commanded, and he dropped to his knees (my head was hanging off the bed), and he licked my neck and chest clean, like a good little subby boy.

Then he kissed me, because I told him to, and climbed back on the bed to cuddle with me.

We cuddled for a few moments, but I was too worked up, so I sat up and started playing with him.

Apparently, he was too worked up as well, with that big heavy plug in his ass, my hand on his cock, me playing with his nipples…

I had to ruin his orgasm two more times.

I was laughing at the third one, which was particularly spectacular, and I said to him, “Some people have a three martini lunch. You get a three-ruined-orgasm funch.”

*grins*

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The Venue’s New Sexual Consent Cards!

We’re getting these printed as we speak, so they will be available for all of our events, including Newbie night tonight.

They will be at the front desk, along with pens for filling out.

No, they are not required for play at The Venue, just available for your peace of mind.

You are welcome to take a few with you as well.

GET YOUR OWN PERSONALIZED CARDS!

The other side is blank. If you’d like your own cards with your Fet name, link, info, and the other side with your hard limits and most common play needs, just contact us (The Venue on FetLife or me—since I lay them out), and I’ll get you the files.

At no cost.

This is our service to the community.

TO OTHER VENUES

If you think this is a good idea, and would like the original files, or would like cards made with your information, please reach out.

We’ll be happy to help you get what you need to create your own Sexual Consent Cards.

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Consent Basics: Consent In Casual Play

So, this scene happens:

Top and bottom negotiate. They agree to a scene with specific points of action. Scene commences. Top hits all of the negotiated points, and adds a few creative twists. Bottom is upset after.

Who is responsible?

Top? The top failed to disclose that they like to improvise beyond the general arrangement for a scene and get full consent.

Bottom? The bottom failed to say that they expected full adherence to the negotiated acts ONLY. The bottom also failed to safeword.

To me, this is mutual responsibility. Both really messed up, in my world view.

So, how do we make sure this doesn’t happen again?

Simple.

Stick to the script in casual play.

Always.

If it’s not negotiated, keep it off the table, or ask as you go (getting consent).

If you wish to do the second, get permission to improvise with consent check-ins, or get affirmation that it’s OK, and that the bottom WILL safeword if there is any untoward discomfort.

I love to be spontaneous when I play. I don’t play casually, but when I do, I agree to what’s negotiated, and check in after. I might say, “so when I was spanking you, I really wanted to ______ but we hadn’t talked about it. How do you feel about ____ in the future?”

It starts a dialog to move the next scene into new territory, and also allows feedback in a very non-threatening way.

What are your experiences with this? Any ideas/thoughts on this topic?

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Fruit And Small Penis Humiliation

Let me just state for the record, I love my life.

A lot.

Very, very much.

First Part, In Which The Forbidden Fruit Is Offered

So, yesterday this bull I’ve been talking to is bantering with me. He is funny, gorgeous, and wicked-smart. I hear he’s also good with his hands.

Anyway, he sends me a photo of himself all dressed for work. He’s hot. But something is missing.

ME: Where’s that pretty cock of yours?

HOT, HUNG BULL: Lol. Safely tucked away 😉

ME: Boo!

HOT, HUNG BULL: Don’t cry!

ME: Maybe you’ll see fit to get him out for me at some point, and send me a pic? batts lashes

HOT, HUNG BULL: Better question is where would you like my pretty cock to be?

ME: Well, right now, the obvious answers aren’t available… So, in your hand or someplace creative would do…

HOT, HUNG BULL: Hmmm I’ll work on the someplace creative 😉

A bit later…

Photo of gorgeous cock draped over very LARGE Red Delicious Apple

HOT, HUNG BULL: An apple a day…

Photo of gorgeous cock draped over very LARGE Red Delicious Apple, Second Angle

HOT, HUNG BULL: Identify the Forbidden Fruit

Photo of gorgeous cock with very LARGE Red Delicious Apple balanced on top

HOT, HUNG BULL: Do you like apples? How about them apples?

I laughed and said he was enjoying himself way too much. Then, I had a thought…

Part The Second, In Which I Have Some Fun With Pet

Every day, Pet has certain exercises he does for me, to keep his cock hard and strong and responsive, to give him better orgasms, to maintain his health… and just because I like giving him orders.

I shared the lovely apple pics (because I don’t keep things from him).

When his last exercises of the day came up, I sent:

ME: While you exercise your cock for me, I’d like you to think about recreating those apple photos for me, and how inadequate your cock would be for the job. Perhaps you could do it for me with a plum. Or a strawberry. laughs

He responds a few moments later with a picture of a plum in his hand, and thanks me for the comparison.

He makes me laugh.

Episode Three: The Bonus

I’m out to dinner, and I tell the story to a few kinky friends. A bit later, Pet says hello virtually to all of them through text.

PET: Say hello

ME: Pockets says hello, Late says apricot, and MC has nothing witty.

PET: Well then. At least no one said plum 😛

ME: LOL! Oh. I told them. Late says apricots are smaller. grins

I get to laugh. My friends get to laugh. Pet is happy and humiliated.

Win-Win-Win.

Grand Finale

And now, I get to post the story for your amusement. Which means an even greater audience, more humiliation, and more laughter for all.

Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win-Win…

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The Categories Of Pleasure

A book I’m reading says:

One sexologist places pleasure in four different categories: physiopleasure (based in the body), sociopleasure (experienced with other people), psychopleasure (emotional pleasure experienced from initiating something or doing something—anything—for yourself), and ideopleasure (pleasure received from experiencing or creating something based on a theoretical idea such as writing a book, making a movie, creating music, or constructing a building).

So, pleasure is often considered a primarily physical pleasure. I have long known that pleasure is both mental and physical.

However, this breaks it down in new ways.

So, I can think of all my pleasure buttons getting pushed in one encounter, so to speak.

1. Sex = Physiopleasure

2. With Pet = Sociopleasure

3. Creating the scene, sitting on his face, ordering him about = Psychopleasure

4. Taking something further than I have before, trying out a new scene or humiliation tactic and seeing how it works.

I’m not sure how useful this is or will be, long term, but in this moment, I can certainly see how useful this is when looking at the many different ways I derive pleasure from sex.

How about you? What ways do you get pleasure out of sex beyond the physical?

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Tease & Denial

Tease And Denial

When he walked in, I told him to strip down. Then I handed him a pair of black pantyhose to put on.He donned them as expected. And I handed him another. Ho looked at me quizzically.

The second pair had the crotch cut out, and the feet cut off. It made a lovely little top for him.

Then, I had him lay down and picked up my silver duct tape.

I used the tape to bind his legs, calf to thigh, and his wrists together.

Then, out came the knife.

I cut little holes in the nylon. A bit here, a bit there. I cut out his nipples. a small hole for the head of his cock to peek through. A hole for a single finger to toy with his ass.

As time went on, I made each of these holes larger, giving me more access to my toys. I tied him in a lovely bow with some bungee cord, and teased his cock.

This is a minute of that session.

 

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Will You Win Me?

&ldquo;Meet me at Plato&rsquo;s after work,&rdquo; I text.<br />
&ldquo;Yes, my Queen.&rdquo;<br />
You wonder why I would want to meet where the suits gather to knock a few back and possibly hook up for the evening, but you&rsquo;ve had enough experience to know that I have my reasons.<br />
It&rsquo;s crowded, noisy, and loud as you walk in a bit before seven.<br />
Making your way through the crowd, you see and smile at half a dozen people you know. You&rsquo;re stopped by an old colleague, and as you&rsquo;re chatting, you spot me at the bar.<br />
I&rsquo;m in a tailored suit, looking every inch the moderately-successful-nympho-cubicle-worker-on-the-prowl, and I have my feet trapped between another man&rsquo;s legs.<br />
&ldquo;&hellip;you know?&rdquo; Tom says.<br />
You stammer, trying to grasp what he was saying, realizing you&rsquo;ve gone completely blank.<br />
&ldquo;Yes, absolutely,&rdquo; you come out with, hoping it&rsquo;s the right response, your eyes still glued on me, watching me flirt.<br />
Tom launches into the next part of his story as your phone vibrates with an incoming text. You jump and reach for it as if your pocket was on fire, startling Tom.<br />
Seeing the text is from me, you excuse yourself from the conversation for just a moment, and read it.<br />
&ldquo;You&rsquo;re late. I was bored. And horny. I&rsquo;m going home with someone tonight. It may not be you. How will you win me?&rdquo;<br />
A million butterflies take flight in your gut as your cock releases a gush of pre-cum.<br />
And you smile.<br />
Turning, back to Tom, you renew the conversation with a will. You join the game, a hunter stalking his prey, knowing that even in the unlikely event you lose tonight, you still win.<br />
- MsNN

 

“Meet me at Plato’s after work,” I text.

“Yes, my Queen.”

You wonder why I would want to meet where the suits gather to knock a few back and possibly hook up for the evening, but you’ve had enough experience to know that I have my reasons.

It’s crowded, noisy, and loud as you walk in a bit before seven.

Making your way through the crowd, you see and smile at half a dozen people you know. You’re stopped by an old colleague, and as you’re chatting, you spot me at the bar.

I’m in a tailored suit, looking every inch the moderately-successful-nympho-cubicle-worker-on-the-prowl, and I have my feet trapped between another man’s legs.

“…you know?” Tom says.

You stammer, trying to grasp what he was saying, realizing you’ve gone completely blank.

“Yes, absolutely,” you come out with, hoping it’s the right response, your eyes still glued on me, watching me flirt.

Tom launches into the next part of his story as your phone vibrates with an incoming text. You jump and reach for it as if your pocket was on fire, startling Tom.

Seeing the text is from me, you excuse yourself from the conversation for just a moment, and read it.

“You’re late. I was bored. And horny. I’m going home with someone tonight. It may not be you. How will you win me?”

A million butterflies take flight in your gut as your cock releases a gush of precum.

And you smile.

Turning, back to Tom, you renew the conversation with a will. You join the game, a hunter stalking his prey, knowing that even in the unlikely event you lose tonight, you still win.

– MsNN

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To Feel My Ownership

I stand over your kneeling form, then I bend down to examine the tile below you. You have a stream of precum falling to the tile, but I see no urine leakage.<br />
&ldquo;You are such a good boy,&rdquo; I purr into our ear, sending shudders through your body. &ldquo;It won&rsquo;t be long now.&rdquo;<br />
I stand back up and straddle your head.<br />
&ldquo;Keep holding it,&rdquo; I remind you.<br />
Then I let go of my own bladder, my hot piss splashing all over you. Hot and wet. Running over your head and shoulders and trickling down your back.<br />
It makes the need to pee fill your body like lava rises through a volcano. You know you are going to erupt soon, and there will be nothing you can do about it.<br />
You pray that you can hold out long enough.<br />
I can see you shuddering. I know how much you need this. To feel my ownership.<br />
It seems to go on forever. Me just peeing and peeing and peeing on you.<br />
Excerpt from A Golden Day, available on Amazon Kindle for 99¢.

 

I stand over your kneeling form, then I bend down to examine the tile below you. You have a stream of precum falling to the tile, but I see no urine leakage.

“You are such a good boy,” I purr into our ear, sending shudders through your body. “It won’t be long now.”

I stand back up and straddle your head.

“Keep holding it,” I remind you.

Then I let go of my own bladder, my hot piss splashing all over you. Hot and wet. Running over your head and shoulders and trickling down your back.

It makes the need to pee fill your body like lava rises through a volcano. You know you are going to erupt soon, and there will be nothing you can do about it.

You pray that you can hold out long enough.

I can see you shuddering. I know how much you need this. To feel my ownership.

It seems to go on forever. Me just peeing and peeing and peeing on you.

Excerpt from A Golden Day, available on Amazon Kindle for 99¢.

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