A Peg Goodnight

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Tha Madness of March

As we straddle the weekends with March Madness and a lovely bout of strep in the middle… Play has been a little slow here at Chez Maggie.  Being quite the sports nut, march madness is my favorite time of year for basketball.   I’m not a big fan of the NBA, but college basketball has always been fun to watch, but not really being a big fan of any team… I usually just soak it all in during march madness.   My boy, on the other hand, is a true blue Kentucky fan so we’ve had fun watching them claw their way through the tournament.   Unlike football season though, I don’t get the luxury of having him at my beck and call throughout the game.  I just couldn’t be THAT mean and I’m sure my boy would revolt.  Needless to say, I’m enjoying the crap out of watching Coach Calipari making all his nay sayers eat crow.  

Though we did manage to venture out last Saturday in hopes of finding some fun.  Initially, we planned to attend a play party we had head about, but after showing up realized it wasn’t our kind of people.  All dressed up, neither one of us was feeling like going home.  Throwing caution to the wind, we wound up at the local adult book store to check out the theatres.  Let me just say it was an experience.  Not sure I could say it was a good experience or a bad experience… but it was an experience.  All the wacky, wild things I’ve done in my life, adult theatres has never been one of them… and now it’s another thing I can cross off the list.   It wasn’t a night worth writing about and I’m not entirely sure it’s an experience worth repeating… but it was an interesting night to be sure.

Though, not to disappoint my readers too much…  yes we managed to salvage the night after meeting a sexy young couple who were feeling a bit adventurous for the night.  A rather tame night compared to many I’ve written about here, but sometimes a tame night with a sexy, wild minx can be just what the doctor ordered.

Kinky Christmas on Speed!

LOL  Yes, yes... I fell off the planet and right in the middle of my kinky Christmas rhyme.  At first, I was just too busy having fun to get it written down and then caught a nasty bug that had me laid up for almost a week.  Now that I'm feeling better and caught up at work... here's the kinky Christmas wrap up with some more details to follow as the words choose to flow

On the 5th day - work was a little hairy and our initial plans had to be canceled, so I settled for a nice little pegging of my boy.  A bit softer and sweeter then normal as the poor boy was feeling like a delicate flower that day... but still very satisfying.

On the 6th day - We met another new bull.  A nice gentleman who we had been chatting with for awhile.  While we had a good time with him, there was a definite difference in styles that made for a bit of a bumpy start... but we managed to come to a better understanding and enjoyed our time with him.

On the 7th day - I flogged and beat and pegged my boy till he passed out from exhaustion.  Sweet bliss!

On the 8th day - Mr. L. came for a visit!  YAY!!!  LOL  Let's just say it was even better then the first visit.  Of course, he'll be a little disappointed if this is all I write about his visit... so a little note for more to come.

On the 9th day - We took another break.  With big plans for New Year's Eve, I decided it would be prudent to get the house all in order.  So while my cuck caught up on laundry, dishes and the general house up keep... I worked on primping and prepping for a big New Year's eve night!

And Finally

New Year's Eve!  That, my friends, will just have to wait until I can write the stories to do the night justice... But yes, it was a HOT, SEXY, AMAZING time!

On the Third Day of Kinky Christmas

Santa brought to me, a well hung pup who liked to fuck.

No, this isn’t a cutesy Christmas song.  I mean, have you read this blog?  But yes, Santa brought me a sexy, extra young stud full of vigor and a whole lot of fun.   

Usually, the men I play with tend to be more late 20s to mid 30s with the occasional outliers.  It’s not an age requirement or anything… just seems that’s the age where the stamina of the young finds a nice balance with the experience of the old and wraps it up in a sexy package of strength, scars, and all the other signs of a fun-filled life.  Granted, our on-line profile we cut the age off at 50 on the high end, 21 one the low end.  While I made an except on the high end to play with a Dominant Male top that my cuck knew and respected, the youngest I’ve ever played with to date has been 23.  Too be honest, it really did feel a little bit like robbing the cradle.

But N came across much older and I don’t think I even paid attention to his age.  I wasn’t until we met face to face that it came out that he was only 20.  Both my cuck and I were actually a bit surprised.  He came across as extremely relaxed and confident in what he wanted.  Not something we notice with the younger men I’ve played with.  When you throw in the curve that we were only the second couple he’d ever played with, and with the other couple was more like swinging then cuckolding.   But the man had made it this far without setting off any flags in my head, so I wasn’t going to let a little number get in the way.

So I had a little fun, giving him a quick tutorial on all the uses of my cuck when he asked.  Fetching drinks, taking care of clothes and a little just for fun humiliation… N seemed to lap it all up.  It didn’t take him long to jump right in and get the fun really going.  

Let’s just say, he was a bit like a Mr L in the making.  

On The First Day of Christmas

 Usually, this time of year is full of kids, family, parties and travel for us.  Kink tends to take a back seat till closer to New Year's when things start to calm down again.  This year, as plans started to fall into place, I realized it would make everyone's life easier if we got our half of the celebrations out of the way early. In doing so, I've inadvertently strung 10 kid free, little to no work, and no where I have to be days together.   My boy and I have been stirring the hornets nest to see what trouble we can stir up... and it looks like it may turn out to be a fun filled week.  So in classical holiday tradition (I'm such a sucker for the holidays), I bring you the "The 10 days of Kinky Christmas".

On the first day of kinky christmas, I bring you a delightful interview I did with the Queen of Spades Diary.  A fun snapshot of how I got to where I am (including some lovely pictures).  In addition, there's a follow up with an illustrated version of a short writing piece I wrote early in my cuckold adventures.
 

Holding Back

The past couple of weeks has been a little slow in the kink department.  After our wonderful night with Mr L., we had one last guest for the weekend.  AJ is a younger fellow we meet a few months ago.  To be honest, our first encounter was a little meh on the sexual side of the house… but he had a bit of a dominant streak and I loved watching him fuck my cuck.  After he had left, my cuck and I went through our usually rehashing of events and comparing notes.  Kind of a kinky after action review, with a dash of teasing and torment.  My boy was a little surprised when I said the sex was just good.  Admittedly, AJ had me squirting often through the whole encounter… so it was tough to explain what was off at first.  Best I could say was it felt like he was trying too hard.  

It’s an interesting phenomenon to watch manifest itself as I’ve wondered down my sexual path.  Being one who firmly believes in going after what you want, I’ve found getting what I want sexually is about being up-front about what you like and don’t like.  So when I chat with men, I’m pretty much up-front about what I like in the bedroom.  These days, it’s a tall order.  I’ve noticed the more I’ve been able to articulate what I like, the more I’ve come across men who will try to be this thing I want, but it’s not a natural thing for them.  They will literally try and role play the part I’ve spelled out for them.  Problem is, it just doesn’t work for me.  If it feels forced, it’s hard for me to relax, because I start to worrying if the other one is having a good time.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I would never speak ill of any of these men.  For many, it was their first time with a cuck couple.  For others, I think it was something that sounded hot in talk, but in reality, it just wasn’t something that came naturally for them.  With AJ, it turns out, it was all just the jitters. LOL.

Even though my sex-snobby self usually doesn’t want to bother again when the sex is just meh..finding bi-sexual tops isn’t an easy thing.  There aren’t too many out there to begin with, but when you tack on the black, 8”+, and crazy stamina that I require of any of my lovers… it gets a bit tougher.  AJ is one of the very few we’ve met that actually likes to fuck my cuck.  We did have a really good time with him.  He enjoyed being rough, has a wonderful cock, really enjoyed watching me humiliate my cuck, and even chimed in a time or two himself. It was easy to see that with someone like AJ, I could explore some avenues I just hadn’t had a chance to yet.  So I decided I wanted to see him again anyway.  When the second date came round…

OMG

It was almost night and day from his first visit.  I jokingly told my cuck that I thought the stiffness the first night was because he was trying to hold back.  Why?  I’m not sure.  But needless to say.. we’ve had several more visits from AJ since. 

We’ll call him Mr. L

As delicious as his pictures were, they didn’t come close to doing the man justice.  His request for my cuck on his knees and a kiss at the door was so easy to comply with as I took in my afternoon delight. He had that sexy, strong, one arm hug that nearly knocked me off balance in my heels.  When his kiss made me nearly weak in the knees, I was glad he was holding on tight.  I would have stayed in that hazy state if Mr. L hadn’t needed to turn to my cuck and say

“Am I gonna have to hold on to these things all night, or you gonna do your job?” indicating the item in his hand.  

I was so embarrassed that my usually very observant cuck had left him holding the bag for so long.  When he still hadn’t moved, I gave him a quick, sharp smack on his face.

“Get his things, bitch”

I don’t ever think I’ve seen him crawl on his knees so fast.  Muttering the whole time,

“Sorry Mama, I didn’t hear.  I’m sorry!”

We quickly forgot him as he scampered off with the bag.  Mr. L pulled me in for another kiss and that’s when I felt it.  The most magnificent cock I had ever felt.  I mean, seriously, it actually felt sexy.  The way you could feel the girth as it wound down his leg made me gush just enough that I had to sneak a peek.  I slowly pulled away from the kiss; just enough to spy on what was rubbing my leg.  As my eyes quickly traced the outline through his jeans, I could literally feel my pussy just give up.

“OMG, I need me some of that!  GIMME, GIMME, GIMME, GIMME”, was all I could hear in my head.  My proverbial version of the “little head” taking over.  Whatever battles we may get up to that afternoon, I pretty much knew I was probably gonna lose.

Mr. L took that moment to instruct my cuck to take off his shoes. We both immediately went back to kissing as my boy took to his task.  After the first shoe came off, I just couldn’t resist myself any longer.  I had to feel it.  I slowly snaked my hand down his back, across his ass (delectable, by the way), and around his thigh, until my fingers caught the outline.  In seconds, my whole hand was wrapped the outline in his jeans.  

Maybe I was being to over eager.  Maybe I should have let him have a chance to settle in first.  But by that point… the pussy had officially taken over and all I could think about was getting that cock out of his pants.  Luckily he didn’t seem to mind one bit.  As I clumsily struggled with his belt buckle, he happily swatted my hand away and took it off himself.  As my cuck pulled the pant legs down, he began unbuttoning his shirt.  I shamelessly groped him as I eagerly waited. My cuck dutifully tugged at the pant legs as Mr. L stepped out, while pulling off his shirt at the same time.  I simply stepped back just to enjoy the reveal.  What I saw made my jaw dropped to the floor.  I think my knees followed suit, as the next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock and my pussy in complete bliss about the fact.

The afternoon became a blur of primal, orgasmic bliss as he fucked me on the basement floor, the swing, the bed and last but not least… the couch, after I enticed him enough not to leave just yet!  

 
 He was sexy, suave, assertive, passionate, forceful, and yet a complete gentleman.  He fucked me like a primal beast that had caught his perfect prey.   Add to all that, he’s the one of the few we’ve met whose actually enjoyed taking a some control of my boy.  He was so comfortable with it; the banter the two of us could get going was just so easy and fun.

 His cock.  

OMG that cock!  It was every bit as amazing as my pussy thought it would be.  Long and thick with that slight upward curve.  I’m not sure I’ve ever actually “worshiped” a cock the way that I did Mr. L's ALL afternoon.

Ooops, Missed the Anniversary

Life continues to be full steam ahead and playtime has come to a near screeching halt.  We do find our little moments here and there.  A playful little spank in the kitchen while he does dishes.  A handful of hair as I guide his lips to mine before pouncing him for whatever sex we can find enough energy for.  Though adding in a some recent health issues has slowed even that way down.

In the mists of the chaos, I realized 1 year anniversary of my Blog has come and gone with very little fanfare.  Really pretty typical of me.  Anniversaries just don’t carry much meaning for me.  Kind of like saying YAY.. We made it one year!  When really what’s more important is what’s ahead and where you’re going.  Not that I don’t reminisce or review past experiences.  But attaching a date to when I’m supposed to do this just never resonated with me.

So when it finally occurred to me, I’ve been at this for a while and realized it had been over a year… I had to chuckle at how different my intentions for this blog had been versus where this blog has ended up.

Original, I had thought it would be great to treat it like a journal, sort of the day to day on goings of developing a D/s relationship and my journey towards becoming a Domme.  A way to capture both the good and the bad, as well as highlighting the stark contrasts between the fantasies we create in our heads and the realities of bringing them to life.  Apparently, this was only a fantasy of mine! LOL

What I quickly discovered was that my reality didn’t leave a lot of free time to write on a regular basis.  Between enjoying my boy, enjoying my kinks, raising children, running a household (and a complicated one at that), and working full time in a high pressure job just didn’t leave a lot of downtime.  Add to that, I found it extremely difficult to write about the not so fun stuff that happens and the completely boring day to day stuff.  Instead, I seemed to have gone straight into turning our playtime into fun erotica.  More of a “inside the head of a Domme” approach.  

But maybe, instead of celebrating an anniversary, I thought it would be nice to go back and reminisce about the journey up till now.  Kind of a fun “how did we get here” sort of look.  Especially right now, when there just isn’t much to really talk about going on in our day to day, unless you want the boring run downs of driving here, there and everywhere.