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Thursday Looks Yummier Than Ever In Her New Corset!

…at least over the phone…

So yesterday D told me that he wanted me to masturbate and come for him on his voicemail so he could listen to it whenever and wherever he wanted to.  So I waited for the golden hour when kids are either gone or napping and took Mr. Kink and my phone into my bedroom, laid down on the bed, and dialed the phone with one hand while using my Magic Wand with the other.

I laid there, trying not to come too quickly whie I went through all the “You have reached the mailbox of…”  bullshit and then finally it was my time to leave a message.  MDS told me I had to tell him what I was doing, and that I wanted him to fuck me, and all sorts of naughty things and as I was spewing out filth from my lips, I began to come.

An hour or so later, my phone rings.  I let it go to voicemail.  I’m on my union smoke break!  It rings again, okay, clearly someone is trying to get in touch, not leave a message.  It’s D, so I answer.

“Hello?”

And on the other end, all I can hear is Thursday’s little whimpers and moans as she’s obviously being fucked by D.  Mr. Kink and I sat there on the other end, sharing the phone ear-to-ear, listening as D was getting her off and then suddenly he (MDS) picked me up and threw me down on the bed, stripped off my pants (no panties) and fucked me.  So as they were fucking, so were we.

I came not once, not twice, but thrice.  (Inside joke for MDS)  I came once just being fucked and twice with his tongue, all while listening to D and Thursday doing the same on the other end.

After Shiva knows how long, we said… pant, pant, pant… love you guys, talk to you later!

Hot, no?  YES!  We officially love Thursday and D, individually and as a couple.

Jeans by Erocrush (http://erocrush.com)

This is the email I woke up to this morning:

I want to eat your beautiful pussy. I want to feed you my cock. I want lay in bed and kiss, and kiss down your neck, and back up to your soft lips. I want kissing and touching to be our foreplay. Your hand moves down to my cock, because my mouth on your nipple feels so good, and its natural. I want to feel you up, like a regular guy… no kink. I want to reach between your legs and feel you wet from our kissing, and from stroking my cock. I grab your hair, because I have never been more of a Man than I am now, and you gasp,and slide into subspace, just a little. Your pussy moves from wet to soaking wet. I bite your neck, licking, nuzzling. Your hands explore my balls and cock, and even my ass. My fingers move inside your cunt. Fast. This make out session has proved to be perfect foreplay. you’re already fucking my fingers. Your hands start to stroke in rhythm w/ fingers.

“Is it good, honey?”

Mmm Hmm.

Another tug on the hair, another gasp, another squeeze. I know your pussy, and your body, more than anyone. You’re on the fast track toward orgasm. Just before you get there, I stop, and bring my cock up to your face, you inhale it. I would have shoved it down your throat, slut, but you took it in first. You’re fastracking me too. Your tongued working the underside, your fingers in my ass, you take a few moments to love my balls, but.. I tell you that as soon as you make me cum, I’ll make you cum… while my cum is still in your mouth. No swallowing until you cum.

You suck harder, moan (you really do moan like a slut, you know. I really do slap your face with my cock, and you rub it against your cheek) and I pump all my cum, every drop (milked from my prostate) into your waiting slut mouth. As soon as the pleasure fades I put my face between your legs, slide my fist inside you, and lick your clit. You swish my cum like soda… and moan, careful not to swallow, spill or choke. You are a good girl, Mistress Catalina. You are my good girl, and I am, in this moment… your everything. I am He.

“Cum for the man you love.”  I order, licking your clit

“Cum for your man. Show me how I make you want it. Show me how you love that mouthful of cum”

Being a pain slut, A little stretching is all you need, along with the sluttiness of all that cum…
you don’t have to ask. You will soon. It’s time to put your collar on and remind you that you do have a Master, who loves you and knows what you need. I do. That’s why you do it. I give you the freedom of subspace. Just let go off all that madness, and be a slut. All you have to do is what? Whatever I say. Good girl. I’m proud of you. It’s time to bring out the Liberator and bend you over… slut. Time for some loving pain. What you need.

I have never, ever, ever, been more powerful than I am right now. If Sally [the babysitter] was home, you would be getting raped right now. I’m not kidding. You would be getting fucked so hard that you would have cum before you even were fully awake.

Put that in your book, angel. Block out 90 minutes to be a submissive little slut. It’s time.

Yep, this is really Thursday's Child!

So Mr. Kink and I are both looking forward to the day when Thursday’s Child, Narration by D, Catalina Loves, and Marky D. Sade are all in the same room together.  We’ve been talking for a while about it, and at some point in the near future it will happen, but until then we have email, text, Gchat, and Twitter.  Here is an email that Mr. Kink sent to Thursday.  The crazy hot thing to know about it - when I got home I had to call Thursday and she had to tell me about it herself and then tell me about how she went straight to D and told him that she had to cum…  and he helped her out with that!  Now that’s what I call love.

Oh Thursday, you’re beautiful. It warms my heart that my Catalina is an inspiration for you. I am so proud of her. I know the girl as well as the Icon. The fact that we both fell into this. I became a fetish writer, because I answered an ad. I jumped in b/c it was a job. Turns out I’m good at it, both in using it to earn money, but I’ve written under pseudonyms… I even had a naughty advice column. Catalina is a persona created by my wife as a means to flirt w/ me at work. Kaboom. Follow your bliss, and answer the door when opportunity knocks.

Yes, I will text you, assuming D is ok with it.

True love. We has it. And we move closer every day. We’re in our ninth year together, and all I want in life is in one pain in the ass redhead.  Now. I have your number. I know nothing of your life, aside from what Catalina tells me. D is a [censored - he's has a good guy job]. Yay for that. For real. I moved out to Oregon, from New Hampshire w/ my friend who went to Willamette Law School. It’s nice that he has a soul, a heart, and a great marriage. Testament to him.

On to you.
Yes.
Consider this.
You. At work. Wherever, whatever. Let’s say you’re an astronaut veterinarian tending to the space chimps. I don’t know. Fuck that. You’re not at work. You’re at the store. You’re in the canned foods aisle, your phone rings.

“Hello?”  You’re not familiar w/ the number, but you answer.
“Thursday?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Hi! It’s Marky.”
“Marky! Wow, this is so unexpected! It’s nice to finally put a voice to a name.”
“Likewise. Hey, What are you doing?”
“I am standing in the grocery store deciding between basmati or jasmine rice (you’re in the rice aisle, now slut. Yeah. Rice).
“Wrong.”
“No really (a little bit off balance) I am literally standing in front of the rice.”
“Wrong. Do you know why you’re wrong?” (not in any way mean, menacing or even intimidating. Just certain.)
“Um. Ok. Why?”
“I’ll ask you again, and this time ask if you don’t know what to say, ok? ”
“Sure…?”
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. What am I doing?”
“You’re being a slut. You, right now, standing in front of the rice and dried beans, are getting wet. If I were there, I could bend you over and slide my cock right into your pussy without the least resistance. That’s a slut.”
no response
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Are you wet?”
“You have no idea.”
“That’s because you’re a slut. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is running hot, and your pussy, your wet slutty whore pussy is dripping. All because a stranger called you a slut.”
You’re breathless. You’re maintaining composure, because you’re smart and sexy… and you are a slut. You dig this. You can’t wait to tell D.
“I am a slut.”
“I know that. Do you know that?”
“I do. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want you to make me your slut”
“I know you do. I’m going to take you there, Thursday. The filth will pour from your mouth as you open your body to me… to us. D and I will fuck you. He’ll show me what a good whore you are. And then, as a consultant, I’ll advise him how to take you to that next level. You’re his wife. You love him. You love him. I’ll take you there, and he can watch, and cum, and fuck Catalina while it happens. When I take you, it will be as a thief in the night.”

You want D and I to cover you with cum. All over. Slutty. Whorish…. there’s no spin you can put on it. You’re a cum slut. D and I will fuck you at the same time. Catalina and I will fuck you. I’ll show you, between long sweet kisses, how to give Catalina the best oral. I know how she ticks. I’ll show you how to call her a whore. Imagine that, little slut angel. Imagine Catalina sucking your cock. Imagine my fingers pulling your beautiful nipples while she takes you all in. Wearing her strap on. The one you’re about to use on……

I will cum in your mouth. Your tongue will please me in that most intimate area. And mine will do the same to you. Show me how well you know your man. Show me how you can belong to him. Show me how he belongs to you. Nothing’s hotter than topping a domme. You’ll see.

D, Show me how to make Thursday lose her mind. Catalina and I can both top you… hard and soft. We can all just fuck. We can all just chill naked and just touch.

Cum for me. As soon as you can after reading this. I don’t care if it’s in the bathroom at your parent’s house.

Do it, Your interior monologue should be “I’m a slut I’m a slut” Put that energy into it. Let it become a mantra.

Ok. I’m exhausted. 4 hours sleep. I’m just rambling.
So.
Yes.
Let’s play.
:)
Marky

We usually have good sex.  I can’t remember a time when we didn’t have great sex.  But whenever we have sex we always say that was the best sex ever.  So again, we had the best sex ever.

I have a mountain of toys to choose from now, and even some new lingerie that I bought for a photoshoot I did with Altered Aperture the other night.  So I was told to wear that lingerie and when the baby went to bed, I was told to put on my collar.

We just hung out together for a while - Marky D. Sade and Catalina - backrubs, legrubs, footrubs, touches, love, intimacy, smoking out, watching funny shows, but the vibe remained a Master/slut sexual vibe.  He got up to do something and left me with instructions to put on my new strap-on harness, the one in the picture above.  Same lingerie, same harness, same collar.  Same everything.  When he came back, I was to be lying in bed stroking my cock.

He came back to find me perfectly obedient and lay next to me telling me to stroke his cock at the same time.  So there I was, two cocks in my hands, moving them at the same time with the same pressure, focusing on the new experience.  He reached down to play with my pussy, putting in the glass dildo that I just received, telling me to keep it there on my own.  I did.   Soon he pulled it out and pulled me on top of him, telling me to ride his cock while stroking my own.  I did.  It’s the first time I’ve done that with Mr. Kink.  It was undeniably hot.  I realize there is no sensation in stroking my own cock, but we all know that isn’t the point, really.

As he fucked me and I stroked my cock, he told me to confess all my dirty thoughts to him - to tell him how it made me feel to fuck him like this with my cock in my hand.  I couldn’t.  I just licked his neck and nibbled his ear.  He spanked me hard and demanded that I did.  I still couldn’t.  The thing of it is, I really in that moment could only imagine topping him and I’ve never admitted that before.  He spanked me harder.  Finally I sat up on his cock, my cock in my hand and it poured out, “I want to put you on your knees, put this collar and lead on you and make you the slut that you make me. I want to make you suck my cock the way I suck yours.  Not because I tell you to, but because you love to suck cock the way that I do.”   I was absolutely terrified.  He said, “I already knew that.  You can’t hide anything from me, little slut.  You don’t think I know what goes through that filthy dirty mind of yours?  I can read you.  You know this by now.”

We fucked for a bit, talking dirty about all the filthy things that I do think about while fucking, and then he came in me.  It’s been a while since he’s cum in me.  Often it’s on me, because I totally dig the feeling of being cum on and then having it rubbed into my skin or to lick it of of my skin.  Often it’s in my mouth, because I so love to suck cock and I so love to swallow cum.  But it is rare and special when He cums inside of me.  I relished it.

He grabbed my vibe and shoved it inside of my pussy, pushing me onto my back and licking my clit.  I think he knows that it turns me on crazy mad to no end that he goes down on me after he cums in me.  He played with me, keeping me on the brink of orgasm, but not allowing me to cum for a long time, trying out different toys and then his fist.  Finally he told me to cum and I did.  And when I did cum, I thought of the perfect image of being there with MDS and Lochai, having Lochai cum in my mouth as I came for MDS.

We giggled, snuggled, and MDS rubbed my head until I fell asleep.  Utter perfection.

[image of Catalina by Altered Aperture]

The world of sex toys suffers from the stigma of naughtiness. One is usually forced to lower one’s expectations with regard to quality when buying sex products. The production values on a DVD of porn wouldn’t be expected to exceed that of a Sci Fi Original Movie. In general sex toys and furniture is overpriced, and sometimes… a bit dodgy.

Not so with Liberator. My wife, Catalina, and I recently picked up the Liberator Sex Wedge/Ramp Combo. The promise given by the website (very slick and professional, btw) was:

Liberator Wedge and Ramp nest together to form an angled pedestal upon which to make extraordinary love. Sessions last longer than ever, leading to orgasms of incredible intensity!

Imagine my delight when I discovered that to be true!  First of all, let me address the question of, “Why the hell do I need a sex wedge, much less a ramp. That sounds like riduculous hippy hocum.” Easy now, buddy. I know you’ve been burned before, often by hardon cream, and injected molded vaginas. But this is different. First of all, they’re amazingly well built. The material is light, but resilient. This isn’t the same dorm room foam furniture you get a Wally World. This stuff is made of quality material, inside and out. The reason I’m harping on the quality is that the Wedge/Ramp Combo cost about $300 bucks, when we got ours. The Black Label version is, anyway. Now they’re on sale for $255. It’s less than a PS3, and you’ll have way more fun. The Black Label comes in black, and has a blindfold, straps, cuffs, and attachments, all for bondage lovin’.  Again, everything is quality. The microfiber material is comfortable (no rug burn) and cleans easily. Also… there’s a practical side as well, in that the covers can be removed and machine washed. Nice.

On to the function. It is amazing. I fucked Catalina for at least a half hour, and I mean I fucked her. Doggy style, porno thrusts, and it was comfortable. When you order a set, Liberator asks for your measurements, down to the inseam, and now I see why. These things fit us as a couple. Catalina was nestle ergonomically in the ramp/wedge, and her ass was at perfect, I mean perfect, height and and angle for perfectly efficient, effortless fucking. There was a nice long buildup, and when she came, it was intense. There was never a moment when I looked at my watch (you’ve all been there), or felt my back start to get sore, or my legs… nothing. It was fantastic!

So listen. Seriously consider Liberator Sex Furniture. I would have never thought it was true, but it is. This stuff makes sex much much better. The best thing is, it’s worth the price. It is furniture for real, and it will last for years.

I want to try to write all of this down before it fades into this evening’s adventure.  Last night after the baby went to sleep I was told to put on my collar and find all of my toys and lay them out nicely on the end table.  I grabbed my Feeldoe, several dildos, three different colored candles, my Hitachi Magic Wand with the attachments, the thigh harness dildo, the flogger, the paddle, the crop, the handcuffs that go with the Liberator sex wedges, rope, bondage tape, and my lead.  I laid out the liberator wedge and ramp on the bed and spread a sheet over it.  They are washable, but I was thinking there might be wax play involved and I didn’t want them to be ruined.  Ultimately I’d like to get one of the Fascinator Throes because it is soft and silky to the touch, but waterproof for girls like me who squirt. Click on the Liberator main page, then on Boudoir, then on Fascinator Throes.  They are really worth the investment for kinksters like me (and probably you!)

Okay, so back to the night.  I set everything out at the side of the bed and sat, waiting on my knees, until He came back into the room and took it from my hands to put around my neck.

“Lie back and spread your legs for me,” he said, as he blindfolded me.

I obediently complied, spreading my legs open as far as I could, bringing my knees to my chest.  Then I felt him place clamps on my nipples, one at a time, as delicious pain washed over my body sending a pulse to my clit.  When they were in place he played with them a bit, tugging at them slightly and tightening them just a bit.  My hips already were responding in a gyrating motion.

I felt him move away for a moment, only to feel him open my pussy with a speculum and pour olive oil into my cunt.  “This is to get you good and wet, slut, because you’re going to need it tonight.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied sweetly.

He played with my open cunt for some time, examining my cervix, noting the threadlike wire that comes out of my cervix from my IUD.  He placed his fingers inside of me, swishing around the oil and placing his fingers into my mouth and all over my face.

He played for quite some time with my pussy - touching me in different areas to see my reaction to each pleasure zone.  He blew up a long balloon and fucked me with it through the speculum.  He filled my cunt with cotton balls and then drew the out one by one with forceps.  He took pictures of my wide open pussy for all to see at his whim.  And then, when he’d finished playing with my open pussy, he removed the speculum only to replace it with his fist.  He put the Hitachi on my clit with his fist inside of my cunt and I felt my entire pelvis vibrate.  “May I cum?” I asked.

Denied.  Instead.  He pulled his fist out of my pussy and removed the Hitachi from my cunt.  I felt something even bigger pushing its way into my swollen fuckhole.  “Guess what that is?” MDS asked me.

“The big dildo?” I asked.

“Wrong!” he slapped the inside of my thighs.  “This is a can of soda.  Your gaping cunt is taking in an entire can of soda.  Whore.”

I pushed against him as he pushed it into my cunt.  The stretching pain was exquisite and made me nearly cum.  “Now rub your clit, slut,” he said.

I rubbed my clit as he forced the can further and further into my pussy until I had completely taken it in.  “Now stop,” he demanded.  And like an obedient little whore, I did.

He grabbed the Hitachi again, placing it directly on the can vibrating throughout my entire cunt and into my cervix and uterus.  With his free hand, he poured hot red wax all over my clit.  Occasionally I could feel the burning wax seep down the edge of the can into my pussy, heating me up from the inside.

Now you’re going to suck your Daddy off.  Your job is to keep that can in your pussy using your muscles only.  If it comes out, even slightly, you will be punished and I mean punished hard.

He moved to my face and put his cock in my mouth, directly down my throat, fucking my throat like he’s never done before, the entire time dripping hot wax on my clit.  Each time the wax hit my clit I sucked a little more vigorously.

“Now suck Daddy’s balls.  You know how I like it - you’ve been my whore for nine years now.”

I took each one into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue and squeezing gently between my lips, sometimes taking both into my mouth to let them roll over one and other.  I licked his ass and moved back to his balls and then licked his ass some more.  I focused my attention with one hand on his cock and my other hand fingering his ass while licking and sucking his balls and within minutes he said to me, “Open your mouth, little girl.  I want to fill your mouth up with my cum.”  As I sat under him, playing with his balls and ass he squirted his cum into my mouth with perfect aim.  “Don’t swallow it, slut.  Not until I tell you you can.”  I lay there with my mouth wide open, filled with his delicious cum, tasting it with each tastebud on my tongue when he said, “Now you may swish it around in your mouth and when you are ready, you may swallow me.”

I savored his flavor for a minute, letting it drool slightly out of the corners of my mouth only to swipe it back in with my fingers and then swallowed him.  I was still cum hungry, though and so I sucked his fingers and cock dry as well.

“Now it’s your turn, little slut.  This is where you get to prove to me how much you love me.  This is your opportunity to prove your devotion to me.  You will do whatever I tell you.”

I nodded my head, still licking the cum from my lips and said, “Yes, Master.  You can do anything you want to me anytime you want to.

He pushed the can I still had in my cunt in even further.  “I want you to hurt, little slut,” he said as he bit my nipple.  “I know you need this intense experience, that just being fucked missionary style on your back would never do for you.  You need to be my slut.  You need to be my whore.  You need to confess all of your dirtiest, nastiest fantasies to me while I give you what you need.”

The dirty thoughts spouted out of me like a fountain…  I want to be fucked by men I haven’t even met, men who you chose to come to our house to fuck your wife… men who are standing around jerking off while watching you fuck me like this… men who cum on my face… men who cum all over my pussy as you’re fucking me… men who force my mouth open and fill it with their cum until it pours out of the corners of my mouth… men who will fill up a cup with cum and force me to drink it,,.. men who take their turn fucking me…men who talk about what a worthless slut I am, only good for one thing - fucking…  men who hold me down while you violate me in ways I never imagined… men who piss all over my pussy as I masturbate… men who suck each others’ cocks and then feed me the cum out of their mouths…

“Cum, little whore.  You have 10 seconds.  Cum for me like the little whore you just described.”

I imagined my montage of fantasy and by the time he got to 2, I was begging to cum.

“Cum, but don’t forget who this pussy belongs to.  Repeat it over and over -  ‘I’m Your Slut, Master.  I’m Your Slut Master.  I do whatever You tell me to do whenever You tell me to do it.  I’ll do anything you want me to do.  I’m Your sl…uuuu….t” and I couldn’t say anymore as I gasped for breath.

He pulled me to his chest and hugged me.  “Of course you are my slut.  And you always will be.”

You may be aware that Catalina has had a rough go of it lately. Her back and shoulder have been severely messed up, but lots of drugs, and a new TENS unit are taking care of that. The other night, I laid her down on the bed, and was going to beat her ass red, but instead, her SLUT collar proudly shining, she wanted wax. Now the neat thing about this whole time is that she’s in a pain slut mode, and the meds make her very stout and resilient. This means I can flog her until my arm is sore, spank her until my hand is red, and cane her until her dripping pussy is too much to resist.

But anyone who knows me, knows that I love nipples. I pulled them and bit them and BIT them and BIT them, and she was riding the pain in bliss. Totally my slut. My property. My whore. She sucked my cock a little, but it hurt her neck, so as she sucked my balls, I reached for the candle.

I must mention that she was wearing a blindfold, and her hands were bound together, albeit with a length of rope between them. The flickering flame was the only light in the room. She was on her back, mouth open slightly in what I call her Sex Mouth. That means that she is a cum hungry cock slut, or a cock hungry cum slut (in that moment). I aimed the first drop at her left nipple, and it struck as she moaned. Ordinarily, we have to ease into wax play, or else it’s too much too soon, like getting into a too hot bath. This time, with the drugs, she moaned like I just slid my fingers inside her. “The pain is sooooo goooood.” she moaned.

I let the wax rain down carelessly. With the drugs dulling her senses, she truly was my slut to hurt. The wax landed square on her perfect pink clit, and she raised her hips to fuck it. I slapped her face and made her tell me filthy things, things that remain between us. She rubbed my cock against her smooth cheek and slapped it, and I took the hint and slapped her face with my cock. I spread her open and she begged for more pain. She was completely a painslut, more than I’ve ever known her to be. She wanted my cum all over her face, mouth, tits, cunt, everywhere. She wanted a group of men watching me fuck her like the slut she was, and jerk off all over her. She was, in that moment, a true and perfect slut. Anyone could have fucked her, and she would have given over to them completely. Not in her heart, or even in a D/s way, but in a fuck way. You know what I mean. I told her that, as I took the Magic Wand and pushed it hard against her clit.

I took my cock away from her face long enough to slap the wax off her tits. She wanted more. I grabbed her nipples with my fingernails dug in, and pulled. I bit her flesh. I called her filthy names, she was riding the edge and it was so good, but exhausting.

I took our bottle of lube, spread her open, and just poured it in. Then, before she could even process what was happening, I shoved my whole fist into her tiny, pink, pussy. All the way to cervix. All the way… deep. Women, you know exactly what I did. And it was flawless. She cried out, “What is that?” (blindfolded remember) and when I said, “That’s my fist, you slut.” she started shuddering. The pain, the domination, the drugs, the sheer depravity… my other hand resumed the clitoral overload with the Hitachi, and she started to shake and whimper, and tell me that she was a slut, a whore, a analslut, a cockslut, (more and more desperate) and so on. I opened and closed my fist, as much as I could, and the pain was her lover. She relented at last, and the orgasm made her rigid and clenched, under she shattered with a shudder, and I was holding her tiny, sobbing body in my arms. She cried with release, and catharsis. I kissed her, and loved her, and treasured her back to the waking world.

“Thank you.” she sighed breathlessly. She’s my girl. Now and forever. I know what she needs, and how far she can go, and she’s an adventurer, she always wants what’s next. Bring it.

It was great sex.

[Photographer/Model? This was emailed to me]

My little girl is hurt. She has had a horrible spasm in her trapezius, and aside from downing a prodigious amount of flexeril and valium, Catalina hasn’t been very slutty. Too much pain. This has been going on for weeks now, steadily escalating in intensity, and infirmity. She’s sleeping now, for the first time in days. That’s how all the work gets done on the blogs. She just stays up and writes, with a heating pad on her shoulder, and bong in hand. That’s why there hasn’t been much activity here lately. When she’s better, I will beat her into the submissive cumslut we all love. Until then, she’s my little girl who needs Daddy to tend her. In the meantime, here’s my cock. (you’re welcome) :-)

Being Marky D. Sade’s wife is the best. Not only is He my Husband and Best Friend, but also my Master. Our relationship has evolved from Daddy/Little Girl to Master/slut over time.

Last night I was instructed to find my (slut) collar, my dildo, and my Hitachi and have them on the bed waiting when He came upstairs. He knows that my Achilles’ heel is sucking His cock. The first taste of cum sends me soaring. He slid my collar around my neck as He stuffed His cock into my mouth. His fingers explored my body, His body, as I sucked His cock. He grabbed my nipples and pulled them, harder and fiercer than ever before. However, being more of a painslut than ever, and I only got wetter and wetter.

He reached down between my legs, spread me wide open, and examined me, stretching my pussy open to look at me closely, hurting me so good. He savagely finger fucked me, leaving me hurting for more, as He stuffed His cock down my throat, controlling my breathing with His cock. I gasped for air as He pulled His cock out of my throat only to stuff it into my pussy.

As He grabbed my throat with His hand He said to me, “Your ass is Mine tonight, little slut. You have been keeping it from Me, and I have been patient, but I am done waiting. Tonight I am going to remind you that you are not only a cockslut and a cumslut, but that you are also an assfuckslut.” I began to fade and He loosened his grip, leaving me panting and wanting more. “Now beg, little whore. Beg for My cock in your ass.” I did. I begged him. I begged to be fucked in the ass, to be fucked hard, to be hurt, to be used, to be treated like the assfuckslut that He knows that i am.

He turned His back on me for a moment to grab the wedges from the closet and threw them on the bed.

“Assume the position.”

I laid across it on my tummy with my ass and pussy open at the end of the bed for Him to do with as He pleased. He grabbed my dildo and plunged it into my dripping wet cunt. He taunted me for a while and then pulled it out and stuffed it into my ass with one thrust. “Even your ass is wet. You’re such a slut that you can take a cock without even being lubed. What does that say about you?”

He pulled it out and stuck his fingers inside of me, stretching me open further. “Your ass is gaping, little slut,” He said, as he pulled out His fingers and slid His cock in their place. “See? You denied Me this? You will regret that. You will be fucked in the ass every time I choose to. You have no say in that. Do you understand that? You have no say in the matter.” I answered, obediently, “Yes, Master. As You wish. My body is Yours, for Your pleasure at Your discretion, of course.”

As He fucked my ass, He began to count backwards from 20. I have been trained by Him to cum on command, but He is generous enough to give me 20 seconds this time. He reached around me to place the Hitachi on my clit and the problem wasn’t whether or not I could cum in 20 seconds, but whether or not I could wait the 20 seconds until allowed to. 15… 10…. 5… “Cum, little slut.” And I did, leaving me completely shattered only to be put back together by Him.

I laid there, in His arms, crying. “Let it all out, all that stress, all that tension, all that fear, all that anxiety. Just let it go and let Me wash over you,” He said to me as I sobbed. Catharsis. It’s uncontrollable, the tears. It’s nothing more than the physical manifestation of a very spiritual release, yet it bothers me. He comforts me, snuggles me, lets me come down a little and then says to me, “Now I’m going to go jump in the shower, and when I come back, I want you in a state of near orgasmic arousal. Do not cum, little slut. When I come back, you will suck Me off. I will cum all over your pretty little face and mouth. You will drink Me in like love nectar.”

Hours later, after serving Him as He had instructed, I curled up next to Him, snuggled into my spot on His chest, and fell safely into dreamland. I woke up this morning before He did and wrapped my lips, again, around His cock, feeling Him swell and grow in my mouth before His eyes opened. He awakened. “Good morning, little slut. What a good little slut you are already today. I am proud of you. There may be hope for you yet.”

I will clamp you, with cuffs on your arms and legs, to an X frame. You will be naked. I will take the coarsest hemp rope and bind your tits until they throb. I’ll wrap the rope around your neck in a nice bit of predicament bondage, so that if you raise your head too far, you’ll tighten the ropes around your perfect tits. Then I’ll use a crop on your nipples until they’re hard and purple. I’ll slap your pretty face too. You’re My whore. You exist for My pleasure.

I will often check your pussy and see how wet you are, slut. Then I’ll use a nice flogger to pummel your torso and cunt. Five minutes with the magic wand on your swollen clit, while repeating, “I’m a slut” over and over, will leave you completely defenseless.

I take you down and lay you across My knee. I beat your ass with a wooden paddle until it glows red like a coal. Occasionally I’ll fist your wet cunt, ignoring any cries of discomfort. You need to hurt. You need this.

I put clamps on your nipples (still bound) and bend you over a chair, the weights hanging painfully. I fuck you roughly, alternating ass and cunt, deep and hard, pulling your hair and choking you. Drool hangs from your mouth, and you can’t catch your breath, but… you would let Me take you away. You are mine. Lucky girl.

You’re still sobbing out what a whore you are, how you’re My fuck toy, My property, but you hear me whispering something, in time with the thrusts of my cock.

“You’re beautiful.” I repeat with each thrust. Nothing else changes. I’m still pulling your hair, slapping your ass, completely owning you, but… “You’re beautiful.”

You shatter into a million diamonds. The hot throb of My cum in your pussy is the gravity pulling you back together. You don’t know if you’re crying or laughing. You’re just in my arms as I unbind you, and release your poor nipples.

I carry you, like a little girl, to bed, and rock you to the best sleep of your life.  In the morning you awake to the feeling of Me cumming in your mouth, before you’re even awake, your slutty nature sucks and swallows Me. But… that’s another day.

Your Master wants pictures of you playing with His pussy. And tits. And toys. Wet. Slutty.

[Another great photo by Erocrush - you may notice I use a lot of his photos.  I'm a fan.]

Last night’s sex was heavenly.  I mean that.  For one thing, my right shoulder has been incredibly painful for the last week and while laid out over the Liberator ramp and wedge, my shoulder didn’t hurt for the first time.  But that’s not the best thing about the Liberator!

Mr. Kink and I are really excited about the Liberator after one night.  We got out the ramp and the wedge, unzipped the cases, and placed them them on the bed. Within minutes I was on tummy over the end and Marky was flogging me.  It was awesome.  Very shortly flogging turned to spanking turned to paddling turned to fucking me from behind.

We both marveled at how perfectly positioned we were, and beyond that, how unbelievably comfortable it made sex.  We aren’t old, by any means.  Marky is 40 and I’m 29 (haha), but the support under my body was undeniably perfect for me and the positioning for Marky was undeniably perfect for him.  We made sweet (naughty, slutty) love for a half an hour like that.  It was truly blissful.

Then I rolled onto my back and he moved to my side and I sucked his cock and balls while he fingered my (dripping by this point) pussy.  He came on my face with his balls in my mouth and fingers deep inside of me and then swiftly moved down to the end of the ramp to lick my clit to orgasm, which was achieved in about 3 minutes.  It was delightful.

I can’t remember enjoying sex as much as I did last night.  Ever.  It was perfect.  Thank You Liberator!  Oh, and I’ll post a full review of my Liberator Black Label Ramp/Wedge combo on CatalinaLoves.com soon - we want to try it a few more times, play with the cuffs and tethers, etc.  Thorough research is required. (:

…Don’t ever forget that it is you that I love…
yours,
catalina

And I love you. You’re as amazing as you are sexy. I had great sex with you last night. I love the special intimacy, and naughtiness, of fucking you deep in your tiny little ass. I should take you over my lap often. It’s a lightning rod to Buttercup and her Daddy. You’re a very good girl.
I love you.

I had a wonderful time with you last night. Thank you for spending so much time, energy, and moisture on pleasing me. Good girl. You made me feel incredible for hours. I loved every moment. I love fucking my slut wife. I love being intimate, more and more as we grow together, with my best friend, and making love with my soulmate. You’re perfect for me. I love you with all my heart, and hard on.

I had a really neat conversation today with a friend about hot sex. We talked about how hot it is when couples who are in love make love. It’s true. I think that there is nothing hotter than sex in a committed, loving, safe relationship. Communication is really important within the bedroom of our marriage. We talk very openly, sometimes while hanging out and sometimes during sex. We share our fantasies and thoughts and as a result, we’ve been able to explore all kinds of new things. This has allowed us to really cut loose and just have hot sex.

As a sex worker, I see a lot of married men who claim that they could never share their kinky fantasies with their wives, and honestly, I feel sad for them. Is it true that they can’t talk about it or do they think that it’s true? Maybe it really would freak out their wives if they knew, but I think it would freak them out more to find out down the road that they didn’t even know the man they slept next to all those years.

I want to know all of Mr. Kink’s kinky desires because I want to fulfill them. That’s love. I’d feel awful if I found out down the road that Mr. Kink had a secret kink all those years that we didn’t have a chance to explore together. It would be a huge disappointment.

But back to hot couples sex… my conversation reminded me of a couple that I once spent time with as the in a threesome. We all had some fun together, oral sex all around, and then I watched as they fucked and they got off together. It was *magical*. They were so focused on each other, eyes connected, talking (in Spanish) about how much they loved each other. It stands out in my mind, because although they were willing to share for a while, ultimately it was all about them. I love that.

[Photography by Melvin Moten, Jr. / Erocrush]

It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten one of these. I trust you remember how to behave?

Once the baby is asleep, we are going to get in the shower. You are going to wash me with love and as much submissive attention as you can muster. Then you will shave me smooth. Pay attention, kitten, because that which you shave you will soon lick/suck/adore. You are a cocksucking slut. You love using your mouth. It gets you so worked up that you can’t help but be my whore. It’s ok. I love you, and I always give you lots of cum.

Once I am shaved, we will switch places, and Daddy will wash his little girl. The little girl with the angel skin and red hair. We will not shave you. We’re taking pictures. Before we leave the bathroom, I grab your throat, look you in the eyes, and finger your pink, wet pussy… the pussy that always makes you my slut. I tell you that this is real, and tonight you are a sub first and foremost. No cutting corners, Catalina. I kiss you tenderly as I give you my cumwet finger to suck.

Then it’s to the bedroom, where you gather your collar, cuffs, and lead. After dressing you in your slutwear, I instruct you to lick and suck my balls, made smooth by the devoted attention of Daddy’s little girl (slut).
You will suck me off, and take my cum deep in your throat. You will be the best cumslut in the world, with your dripping cunt firing your passion.

Then…
Daddy will take pictures.
Then…
Daddy will fuck you.

You will cum. You will belong to Me. I will give you respite, and rest. Only I know that you truly love to serve, suck, and swallow. My secret slut. No one knows that you need to be taken, to be dominated. You get crazy. Realize this. You are my Whore. My Slut. Your pussy is Mine. I can take you at any time. My love and respect is like no other’s, and we often just hang out, but this evening, for a little while… you are Mine.

Good girl.

This is something I wrote almost a year ago (Marky D. Sade here) and it made a big splash on the site on which it was featured. Enjoy.

We humans are an interesting breed. We have so many facets to our personality, to our being, that we’re more like a confederacy, or a coalition government, than a single consciousness. If the human psyche were a computer operating system, it would be Windows. For the purposes of this screed we’ll say Windows XP, because I’m familiar with it much more than Vista. Ok.
Here’s the deal. Windows XP, and the releases the precede it, like Windows Me, 2000, 98, 95, 3.1, etc) are built upon the framework of the older versions. I can dig into the system files of my XP, and find old programs that go back 15 years or more. They’re still there. They’re just dormant. Just like old impulses in our psyche. We’re not too far away from the days when wolves were, literally, at our door, and people did get eaten by bears.
I bring this up because nowhere do I see this stratification of personae more clearly than during sex.
My wife and I have great sex. We have amazing sex. Seven years together, and we have more, and better, sex than when we met. We’re adventurers, she and I. There has always been a subtle power play dynamic with us (usually in the form of Daddy and his girl) but lately we’ve moved into straight up D/s play. Although my adoration for my wife sometimes echoes of John and Yoko, in the bedroom I am dominant. Although my wife describes herself as bossy and always right, in the bedroom (with me) she is submissive. Now, we have tried swtiching it around, and although it was hot, it only reinforced the reality that I am primarily a Dom (within this dynamic). So, how does one go from rubbing her furrowed brow and fetching her drinks, to tying her up in the manner of Japanese rope bondage, and dripping hot wax on her tits, while making her tell me what a whore she is?
Simple.
Love, trust, and a sense of adventure. Contrary to the myth, bondage, BDSM, D/s, all that noise is play. Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex? Who doesn’t like a slap on the ass, or simply being taken? That’s all leftover stuff from our time as simpler mammals. Ever seen cats fuck? With the neck biting? I think it’s the same little genetic code, except it can be triggered with hair pulling (or erotic choking… a hand on the throat… sexy), or a slap on the ass.
We all have untold vistas and horizons within us, ripe for exploration. I am truly blessed in that I am married to my (although I shudder at the word, it fits) soulmate. Not only is she my wife, she’s my best friend (aawwwwww) so we have an intimacy, and a shared naughtiness that allows us to be pretty open about stuff that is stupid outside of moment.

I called my wife a whore.

More specifically, I asked her if she was a whore. We were fucking, hard, and intensely, and she was riding that plateau… waiting for that one thing to take her over the edge. I took one of her perfect nipples in my fingers, and pinched/pulled. Excellent. She loves that (me too. I’m all about nipples), but this time, I also leaned into her face and asked, “Are you a whore?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and her pussy clenched spasmodically, but she didn’t answer. I pulled her hair hard, exposing the white flesh of her neck, which I licked and bit (while fucking, mind you.)
“Answer me.”

Her breath was hitched and ragged. “I can’t.”

A little slap on the cheek. My voice is stern now. “Are. (slap) you. (slap) a. (slap) whore? (slap)”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a whore.” The word whore shuddered out of her like an excorcised demon, and her pussy was literally dripping around my cock.

“Tell me.” I said, my hand stroking her tits

“I’m a whore. I’m a slut. I’m a cum slut. I’m a fuck slut. I’m an anal slut.” The words poured out of her now. I fucked her hard and rough for seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than a minute.

“You’re my slut.”

“Yes, Daddy. Only your girl…. only your whore.”

“Now, come!” and did she ever. I did too. I pulled out of her heaving, sobbing, cumming body, and came in her yummy (newly submissive) mouth, all the while stroking her hair, and telling her what a good girl she was to tell daddy the truth.
I snuggled her close and kissed her to a sleep of perfect innocence.

I come home from work, a very intense session with a submissive, and you’re asleep. I slide into my strap-on harness and climb into bed with you. I rest my head on your chest and begin to stroke your cock, which stiffens in my hand, although you are still asleep. As I bend down to put your cock in my mouth, you wake up. It’s your favorite way to wake up, with your cock in my mouth.

I lovingly suck your cock the way I do, and then I say, “Open your legs for me, honey”. Your eyes flash when I stand up to move between your legs and you see my cock. “Tonight, it’s my turn.”

I grab the lube and squeeze a little in my hand, stroking my cock in front of you. I touch your ass with my finger, just to get you ready, and slide it in gently, looking for that sweet spot. You moan and stroke your cock.

After a few moments I pull out my finger and put the tip of my cock to your ass. You pull your legs back slightly and I slide right in. You reach out and grab my tits as I take over stroking your cock. The little buzzer in the harness has me as excited as you are. The energy in our bedroom is crackling.

You cum, spurting all over my tits and even hitting my face once. As soon as I feel it, I cum.

Back in our right minds, we giggle about how silly humans are, marvel at who thought up strap-on play, and curl up together to sleep the rest of the night away.