Summertime

The greatest summer of my life (so far) will soon draw to a close. I am eager for some cool weather — some crisp autumn days in New England, then some cozy nights in front of the fire. We will reminisce about our summertime adventures.

Most recently, we took a trip to London and made a pilgrimage to the Libidex store. We were quite excited about the possibility of buying a catsuit on this trip. We had spent a lot of time, both together and on our own, browsing the Libidex web site and admiring all the amazing catsuits.

Here’s the inside of the shop:
It was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday in August, so we had the place to ourselves, except for one or two quick browsers. It was amazing to actually be in such a place with a partner who is equally interested in wearing supersexy latex. We filled up a dressing room with stuff to try on. Here’s some of it:

We were lucky that it wasn’t in the 90s that day, because it’s hard enough trying on latex in cool weather. It was a more strenuous undertaking than my jet-lagged Minx imagined it would be. Also, although we love the look of all the Libidex on their models, nothing off the rack fit quite right. My Minx has curves, and I love her that way. She needs a catsuit custom fit to her body. One with zippers exactly where we want them. One that is the perfect color and the perfect fit.

Still, this was a lot of fun…

Catsuit!

After a disappointment that we hadn’t bought anything cute and/or sexy for Minx yet, we went to another sexy London shop: What Katie Did. I don’t have any pictures of her wearing her new outfit yet, but I hope to soon. It was great sitting in the private changing area where I got to review each outfit she tried on. Again, we nearly had the place to ourselves and the woman working there was terrific.

As fun as that was, the dirty highlight of our summer has to be meeting another couple to play with. We couldn’t believe our luck when we received a message out of the blue on FetLife. A couple living relatively close to us asked if Minx and I would be interested in meeting for a drink to see if we are compatible as playmates. I had long fantasized about an evening of total decadence and group sex, but I never imagined I could find willing partners, let alone willing partners who I would want to be friends with even if we weren’t all huge perverts.

I don’t want to go into great detail here, but we took some additional steps toward group fun. We are all sane enough to know something like this is exceptionally rare, so we’re all exercising caution. That said, dirty fantasy after dirty fantasy runs through my head when I remember our time together and look forward to more times to come.I just love the idea of the four of us taking turns fulfilling each other’s fantasies.

Lately I have been imagining a dinner party in our home. Three of us are fully dressed, maybe even a little dressed up. The evening begins with our guests arriving and Minx answering the door. She is dressed in high heels and black stockings and a pretty black party dress, but not for long. She is our Pretty Hostess Slave for the night, waiting on our every need. She brings us drinks, she serves us dinner. Throughout the evening our friends and I freely gope and occasionally spank Minx, either for a failure in service, or simply for fun. After a lovely, long build-up, the night ends with Minx enjoying a mind-bending orgasm after she has fully serviced the rest of us.

More about the summer soon. And books! We’ve been buying books!

A Perfect Day

We didn’t drink sangria in the park, or feed any animals in the zoo, but my Minx and I had several perfect days last week. The most perfect day was the day we got married — last Thursday, March 18, 2010. It was a small civil ceremony with just family and the judge and the great mountain.

Also: I wore my rubber underpants through the ceremony, the dinner with family, and the party with friends afterwards.

The day that runs a close second to that perfect day is the day we bought my Minx her first corset. We discovered this little shop last November when we were wandering about the town. It’s a great place filled with adorable dresses, sexy shoes, provocative hosiery, and a rack of delicious corsets. They ask that corset customers make an appointment for a fitting, so we did.

The two girls who work at this wonderful establishment seemed to be quite experienced in the wearing and fitting of corsets. I will refer to them as the Tall Girl and the Short Girl. The Tall Girl was Minx’s primary assistant during this process. I simply parked myself on the leather tuffet and observed the whole show.

First Minx looked through the corsets on the rack, picking out a few designs that struck her fancy. Then the Tall Girl took some measurements, then selected three corsets that matched Minx’s taste and measurements. Tall Girl gave Minx a simple black dress and a pair of heels and directed her to the changing room. Minx doffed her jeans and emerged looking lovely in the dress. Then it got even better.

The Tall Girl explained the proper fitting and lacing of a corset as she wrapped the first sample around my Minx. I was paying close attention the whole time as this gal carefully pulled the laces tight and tied them off with a delicate bow. Minx then took a turn about the shop and my heart fluttered with every step.

I forget, now, the exact order of events, but two other corsets were tied onto Minx’s body that afternoon. One special highlight was the especially tight corset that required the assistance of the Short Girl in order to get it onto my Minx. The sight of two neatly dressed shopgirls dressing my Minx, my Wife, was greatly satisfying. As one fastened the hooks on the front, the other compressed Minx’s torso. “Squeeze her ribs while I pull,” said the Tall Girl to the Short.

We finally settled on a simple training corset and headed back to our lair as quick as we could. I don’t think either of us expected that the process of lacing Minx into her new garment would be as deeply stimulating as it turned out to be, but here we are.

When she strips naked and stands in front of me and wraps the corset around her middle, something stirs deep inside both of us. When I begin to tug at the laces and pull it tight around her body, her pussy begins to ooze and drip. I already knew that my Minx is a depraved cock-gobbling slut, but I didn’t know that a corset would make her so hot and runny. I can still feel the slippery wet of her cunt on my hand.

We had many amazing times throughout the rest of our week together. She had packed the clothes I told her to pack and she wore them for me. I spanked her and fondled her. I slid my fingers up her ass and devoured her delicious pussy. She turned it around and lashed my ass and even wrote her name on my back. She tied me down and attached clothespins to my flesh then slid her cunt over my face. And then it got dirty.

It was a good week.

It’s such a perfect day
I’m glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on…

Research and experimentation

MasterMaster and I are bookish types. So when we began to play together, we naturally wanted to do research. He gave me some books to read—The Forked Tongue, Modern Primitives, the Two Knotty Boys books— and I found some on my own—SM 101, The New Bottoming Book. These books taught me some basics: build slow, safety issues, the two finger rule, etc. There is a lot I had already tried, or thought about, or seen pictures of before, but the books helped me to open up and reconsider things I hadn’t thought I’d wanted. They also introduced me to new things, as did MasterMaster.

As MasterMaster and I have experimented with our new and old fantasies over these past months, I have learned a good deal about what kind of bottom I am. Mostly, the kind of bottom I am is the kind of person I am: I contain multitudes. I can be a brat, pushing back and squirming out of my ropes; I can be docile and obedient; wide-eyed and innocent; and I can switch over and be a fierce and sadistic top. My favorite is when I get deep into my submissive mind space and get really quiet for a while. And then I start laughing uncontrollably. The harder MasterMaster smacks his belt against my ass, the harder I laugh. He seems to take it as a challenge and the belt comes down even harder, until I squeal from the pain.

It is hard to figure out what I want when I want all sorts of things. What is great is that MasterMaster is the same way. We both like to play and experiment, to have adventures and be spontaneous. Mostly, we both want to have fun. And oh boy do we ever.

–Minx

Packing

In less than 24 hours I will meet up with my Minx in a midwestern airport on our way to what I expect will be the Best Thanksgiving Ever. This afternoon I am packing for the trip and I just finished assembling a toy bag for the weekend.

We don’t have a huge collection of toys yet, but each one of these items is very special. The 50 feet of red and white rope, for instance. I remember the two of us dashing into a hardware store right before closing time Labor Day weekend — we needed more rope! The red and white looks so good with all our other red accessories, like the ball gag. We need to have some ball gag practice this weekend. She had a hard time with it during our last visit, but it will surely come in handy when she gets bratty on me and won’t shut up.

The nipple clamps are particularly meaningful for me. I took my Minx out to The Society in Hartford. We didn’t know what to expect since neither of us had been there before. I was also just starting to explore being a top instead of a bottom, so there was a lot of unknown territory. The mere fact that we were going to such a place was thrill enough.

I was in my black latex shirt and Minx wore her spiffy new red latex top and black latex skirt from the Baroness with her amazing fuck-me shoes. After a friendly tour of the space and an explanation of the rules, we watched other folks playing and explored the space a little bit. I gave Minx’s outfit a nice shining, then we found a nice quiet room where we could play.

I bound her hands behind her back with black bondage tape, pulled her breasts out of her top and attached the clamps to her nipples, then I bent her over one of the medical tables and beat her ass.

As fun as that was, the real highlight for me was standing her up and leading her through the club by the chain of the nipple clamps. That was definitely a moment when I started to own my desire to dominate this woman. She was under my control. Mine to show off to this club full of strangers. Mine to guide wherever I wanted. After a drink at the water cooler I took her back to the medical room and bent her over again, this time sliding off my belt and using that on her beautiful latex covered behind.

It makes me happy knowing that she has already packed her bag full of the toys and outfits I told her to pack. It’s going to be hard to sit through a family Thanksgiving meal knowing that the next two days will be filled with amazing BDSM fun.

– MasterMaster

A bit of history

For as long as I can remember, I have had these desires. As a young girl, I tied up my dolls. I even somehow convinced babysitters to let me tie them up, which in retrospect seems precarious. Any story that involved bondage, flogging, submission, slavery, and the like got me excited in a way that nothing else did. I was always fiercely independent, but I wanted so badly to be dominated.

Long before I started having sex, I knew this about myself. But once I began exploring my sexuality with men, I quickly realized that most of them didn’t want anything kinkier than a blow job or to sixty-nine. I would quickly get bored having sex with these men, and once the intoxicating effect of touching a new body wore off, I would lose interest completely. Sex became a chore.

When, on occasion, I would find a man with a bit of kink in him, he inevitably would want to be on the bottom. Even then, it was still very vanilla. The few times that I was able to convince a man whom I trusted to explore my desires were deeply unsatisfying. Tying my hands together with a handkerchief and maybe slapping my ass a couple of times while fucking me from behind left me frustrated and annoyed. It wasn’t enough.

In short, I have never felt sexually satisfied. Until now…

-Minx

Once upon a time…

there was a boy and a girl. They spent years wandering through the world wondering why they weren’t getting what they wanted out of life. They both had deep dark desires that they found impossible to share. Or, if they did try to open up and let someone else see their darkness, it just didn’t work out.

The boy worked up the nerve to try his luck with a professional dominatrix or two, but ultimately that just left him more frustrated and lonely than ever.

Then, somehow, the stars and planets lined up just right and nothing will ever be the same.