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I am trying to understand most Americans’ hang up with sex and “deviation” from the missionary position. There is so much out there to explore and experience. One of my friends honestly got into a debate with a co-worker, and I use debate lightly as they were barely audible, about who should be on top – the male or female. I couldn’t help myself; “Give me a break,” I said. They were not talking to me, and like I said, they were whispering, but they were like a foot from me. Since they have recently come to know some of my sexual predilections, I assumed they wanted me to hear. “We were not really asking your opinion.”

“Obviously not,” I replied, ” as I am not from the Victorian era where a woman lain quietly underneath her partner and politely and quietly faked an orgasm.” I left the room to glares and more whispers and pondered what the heck was wrong with some people.

One of my favorite blogs, This D/s Life, and the current post , which consists of Molly, the sub, talking about an event that she and her Dom attend regularly. You see, the men dress in suites and the women are naked – for the entire event, buffet and all. You will have to read the post to get the whole story, but it was simply the idea that such an event existed, and has existed for it to become a ritual for the couple that got me thinking that I could not be in the minority.

I cannot say that I have ever attended such an event. Unless I can find a great disguise as my profession would not allow for that public expression of my liberal views on sex, I doubt I will ever have the opportunity. With that being said, this post jump-started my desire to do more in places where I am not exposed so publicly. I already have silk sashes, leather cuffs, a riding crop, paddles and the like. I am the Dom, as I have said before, having been trained by the Marquis, but I do allow for some leeway at times. I do love a good spanking. In the end, being tied to my bed, naked, waiting for my partner to come back and fuck me is not such a bad thing.

“I like it doggie style” is what I will say next time those naive “women” whisper next to my desk. See how that suits them.

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http://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/butterfly-position-best-orgasm-sex“Sex” is as important as eating or drinking, and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.” —MARQUIS DE SADE, L’Histoire de Juliette

The Marquis had it right. There is no room for restraint or modesty when it comes to sex. There are, of course, one’s tastes and predilections to consider, but even then, a person should allow herself the freedom to stretch the boundaries of her own fantasies. In the world of BDSM there are precautions put into place to assure one’s safety.

Knowing that one word will stop all actions, I surrender myself to the moment, allowing my partner to tie, bite, lick and fuck me in whatever way feels right, in the moment. I cannot say that I always enjoy every second, but then again, without some trial and error, how can I possibly discover my absolute ecstasy?

I listened to a friend of mine complain about her husband being uninspired in the bedroom, when I know this is not his wish. He too has come to me, asking how to get his wife, my friend, to engage in some fantasy roleplay. I told him to simply ask her or to surprise her with an evening of intrigue and passion. He tried both. She walked away. I say she is simply afraid.

She is not afraid because she is not passionate. She is passionate. She is afraid because she cares what people think. She cares that her husband make think she is a freak. What is that Usher song lyric – a freak in the bed and lady in the street. If my friend only knew that is what men want, really, a FREAK in the bed.

I say, get freaky! Give orders, take orders, scream, bite and claw your way to orgasm. YES!

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blog pic ropeIt has been a miserable day… getting word of losing a large bid, having meetings canceled and generally being unproductive from start to finish. A wasted day. One that I will never get back. And I know as I near home that she had nothing to do with it but it is she that will pay for the mood I find myself in.

As I walk through the door, I instruct her to bring me a drink and then go lock herself away in her box until called upon. A man needs his time alone to relax and reflect after all, no? As the minutes pass and the glass is emptied, I let the calm of the quiet house wash over me. My mind moves from the day’s disappointments to my woman, my wench, stowed away in the large chest at the foot of our bed. But there is still an edge to my day that will need to be tended to. Yes, it is time.

She had read my mood well and obeyed perfectly. What a wonderful object, my woman, my pet. I find her in the chest, top closed, perfectly still, awaiting me. I open the chest and offer her my hand as she struggles out of the box and onto her feet in front of me. Not a word is spoken and not a word will be the rest of the night. I give her a look, eyebrow raised, that she immediately interprets correctly as she disrobes hastily and again comes before me but on her knees with her head bowed, chest out and hands clasped behind her back. She waits patiently as I walk around her, admiring her curves and deciding just how to take my satisfaction.

I grab her hair tightly and pull her to her feet, kissing her hard with her head immobile against mine. With her eyes glued to mine, I reach down and twist her nipple long and hard. She continues gazing into my eyes but I can see the mist in them as she fights back the pain and tears …

Secured in my stocks, hands and head sticking out of the thick oak plank, too low to stand erect so she is bent over with her ass displayed proudly for me to see. After securing her ankles to the spreader bar, she is immobile and ready for the fun to begin. The long, thin paddle comes out and she bleats after each stroke on that proud butt of hers. What a wonderful ass she has! It is not until she cries out in pain that I realize that both her cheeks and her thighs are throbbing and red from the beating. I put the paddle down.

In front of the stocks now, I pull my pants off and offer her my soft cock, waving it in front of her face, just outside the reach of her mouth and tongue. After a little more teasing, I allow her to work my member to a full erection.

Walking back to her exposed womanhood, I grab a small dildo and the industrial-sized vibrator that I know is her favorite. I work the dildo into her pussy, slowly until it is well lubricated and then start moving it in and out at an easy pace. With my other hand, the vibrator is applied to her swollen clit. In what seems like no time at all I hear her whimpering as she struggles to push back against the vibrator and dildo, ready to orgasm. Of course I pull the tools back away and stand there chuckling to myself as she moans in frustration of almost being there. After a moment or two, I reapply the vibrator but replace the dildo with my now hard member, fucking her hard until she cums. But before I do, I pull out of her and slowly insert myself into her still bright red ass. At first slowly, but with building speed, it is not long until I reach satisfaction, slamming hard into her sore butt cheeks until I cum.

Leaving her in the stocks, I wander off to take my shower and ready myself for bed. Then, letting her out of the stocks, unclasping her ankles and helping her into the bed, she curls up at my feet and falls immediately into a deep and restful sleep. As I fade away into my own slumber, I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

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https://www.sadefantasy.com/collections/frontpage/products/leather-5-piece-hogtie-kitI follow the curves, from long sleek calves to shapely and full thighs. As my vision moves up and focuses in to her beautiful round and full ass, I start to daydream about how perfect her backside would be for a finely administered spanking. I find myself imagining her lying across my knees, skirt up and panties pulled down to her knees, struggling to maintain her composure as I massage her plumpness. Tender to the touch, she lets out an almost inaudible moan of satisfaction. And then with no warning, it comes … a loud smack as my hand connects with one of her cheeks, leaving the slightest of pink imprints of my hand. And then another to the same, now more sensitive spot but harder and coming rapidly. Smack, smack, smack. She squirms as she tries to stay still, taking it as her due but I can see she is losing that battle as she tries to adjust her position to alleviate those spots that I have already turned tender and red. I keep up the tempo but start to alternate cheeks, and on each cheek different spots so before long her entire ass is one throbbing red mark from the small of her back to the crease at her thighs.

I am interrupted in my imaginings as my companion for the evening decides at that moment to say something of no consequence. When my companion sees that she has intruded upon my contemplations, she immediately understands that whatever was in my mind with be played out on her later in the evening. The rest of the evening out is uneventful as I anticipate going home for some real life play to match my earlier fantasies.

Not over my knees, not with my hand, but spanked she will be. I choose a light and flexible leather paddle as my tool as I bend her over the dining room table. I pin her arms behind her back with one hand as the other swings the paddle, not hard swings but rather quick with a flick of the wrist to effect more of a snap as it connects with her derrière. She clenches her teeth and squeezes her lips tight to hold back any acknowledgement of the pain. After several minutes, she can hold back her torment no more and lets out a small squeak. I know it is enough. Fun has been had. I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom where both our releases are assured.

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My wench, hogtied, with the anal hook and vibrating vaginal insert and 2-inch O-ring gag. Her hair in a ponytail tied to the hook-end pulling her head back as far as it goes. And I, with a raging hard-on slamming my wholeness down her throat … holding it deep until she struggles for air and, after what seems like eternity, my release down her throat while she cums and cums and cums.

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