Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Wanderings of a Sadistic Mind

I saw this post over on Dumb Domme and I licked my sadistic lips.  My mind leapt to dreamy thoughts of his head pinned beneath my foot while I ran this toy all over his ass.  I could just imagine the way his body would start writhing in pain.  I pictured his body tensing up as the pins touched his skin because his mind couldn’t help but dread what was next.  The quick intake of air, as he tries so hard to steel himself from the pain.  Even in my mind, I was anticipating that moment when those steeled nerves finally crack… and I swear I could feel myself get moist.

As I came back to reality and looked over at my boy, snoring so peacefully on the couch… and the fantasy came crashing down.  My boy would take one look at that thing and scream “HELL NO!  Hard Limit” .  See, he isn’t a masochist.  There’s no joy for him, when it comes to pain.  Not to say he doesn’t have a pretty good tolerance for the pain, or isn’t willing to take what I dish out.  It even speaks to his submissive nature at some base level.  But he will never get excited at the thought of being on the business in of my sadism.

As I wandered up stairs to delve into the fantasy even deeper, my mind took a quick left into the thoughts of what it might be like to actually play with a masochist.  Would the experience be all that much different than with my boy?  Do they actually get excited and turned on?  Is it more mental, or do they actually get an erection from it?  Do they scream and cry and fuss from the pain, or is it more moans of pleasure, or maybe a mixture of both?  Are they hot and horny and raring to go when it’s all said and done?  Or do they get soft and small like my boy does?

Another left turn and my mind wonders if I would even like that.  Admittedly, I derive some sick pleasure from my boy’s strong reactions.  I know if I hit him just so, he’s likely to try and rear up, cussing and growling in a way that makes me drool. I love the way his body tenses with the anticipation of the next strike.  I get a little moist from the hurt look in his eyes when I playfully smack him just a little too hard.  

Then somewhere the cheesy porn music starts in the back of my head and I start imagining a scene with some faceless backside that acts just like my boy, but stays rock hard through it all.
Then comes the AHA moment… I just want my boy’s cock to stay hard while I beat on him so I can smack that hard cock too.  Because I do know it would be far more enjoyable (not to mention easier) to smack the crap out of a hard cock then a soft one.

What’s a girl to do?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Ebbs and Flows

So how have the boy and I been?  Amazingly wonderful!!!  Over the past few months, I’ve noticed a nice easy flow to our lives now.  I’ve been working on deepening his submission to me and he’s enjoying every minute of it.  Oh sure, he occasionally complains when I spoil his fun, but he is thriving under the heightened expectations.  Oh, he’d love it if I was a bit more stern, bossy and even a bit bitchy... but it’s really not my style.  I am finding that I enjoy being a bit more sadistically mean and a bit more  demanding then I suspected, and it’s seems to create a better motivation within him on a more daily basis.

Cuckolding has been a bit more stop and start lately.  Between surgery, work and kids, we just haven’t had a whole lot of time to play.  But we’ve used what little time we’ve had to our advantage and met a new lover to add to the mix.  We’ll call him AJ.  He has a quiet dominance that I find rather enticing.  He actually gets off on watching me dominate my cuck, and has even joined in a bit.  He’s also not afraid of getting really rough and has this hard, steady pounding to the way he fucks that literally has my poor cuck peeling me off the floor by the time he’s done. 
All in all, I’ve been pretty content with how the year has been going , except for keeping up this poor blog.  I’ll have to work on that, though I make no promises!