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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

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]

[If Mr. Kink and I were LOLcats, this is what we would look like]

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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.

[Photo by Melvin Moten, Jr. / Erocrush]

In my business as a professional dominatrix, I find myself often in a situation where I would like to work with a Dom. Clients sometimes reveal during interrogation that they have fantasies of being dominated by a couple or taken by a man, being forced to suck his cock, and/or being forced to swallow his cum. So recently I’ve considered working with Marky D. Sade.

I’m not sure how that would go. It’s a little strange for me to imagine, honestly. I’ve never been dominant in Marky’s presence, that I can recall. I’ve taken control a few times in the bedroom, but I don’t think that he’s ever seen Mistress Catalina. I wonder if he’ll still see me as his little girl or if it will change the dynamic of our relationship.

My other concern: Marky isn’t bisexual. He’s not opposed to the idea, but he doesn’t exactly jump at the opportunity either. I don’t doubt that he can “pull it off”, but I don’t want him to just do it to go through the motions - ideally, he would get something out of it as well.

I am curious, though, and I think it’s time to dive in and find out what the water’s like.

Like I mentioned in yesterday’s post, there is this golden hour around 4:00 pm when we are alone, in our room, for about an hour. The big one puts the little one down for a nap and so we have an entire hour of privacy. I’m usually found upstairs at this time, in our bedroom writing. We’re one of those weird couples that spends a ridiculous amount of time in our room. It’s really more like the family room.

Marky lays down next to me, I’m usually sitting in bed with my laptop. He rubs my back while he rubs his cock, talking about last night’s sex usually. I end up putting my laptop aside and either giving him a handjob, a blowjob, or watching him masturbate while kissing his ear and licking his nipple. Sometimes it’s a combination of the three. I never really feel like having an orgasm myself, usually, at that time.

However, a couple of days ago, my new toys arrived from VibeReview.com right at the Golden Hour. I kicked the kids out, exiled to their own room, and called Marky in. In the box was the Pandora, a little prostate massage toy. I requested it specifically for Marky to test out. We opened it up and checked it out. It was ready to be tried out, right out of the package - we didn’t even have to install batteries!

I didn’t read anything about the Pandora before I started playing with it, so I was surprised to see that it had preprogrammed vibe sensations. Seven of them, to be exact - aside from the slow, medium, intense vibe setting, there are also pulses of vibration programmed at different intervals. I think part of the fun was trying out all the different sensations on different body parts. “Do you like this? How about this? Which was better?” (Our session was much like going to the optometrist)

I rubbed the Pandora all over his cock with different parts of it on different parts of Him. I put the tip of it slightly into his urethra, not enough to stretch, just for the “what do you think?” factor. I hooked the Pandora over his cock and pinned his cock to his stomach. He thought that kind of felt good, actually, when I put a bit of pressure on it. I touched it to his balls, to the base of his cock, to his perineum, and down to his ass. As I did, his cock got stiff and he began to stroke himself.

I lubed up the Pandora and touched the tip to his ass. It slid in very easily. It’s very slim and by all reports, not at all painful. I pushed the little button on the bottom of the Pandora and set the speed to a rhythmic pulsing and watched as pre-cum started to drip out of His cock while he slowly stroked it. I leaned over and licked it off and grabbed my new vibrator.

I laid on my back in front of him so that he could watch me and I slid it into my wet pussy. I fucked myself with my new vibrator while he masturbated with his new vibrator and the end result was I came. When I came and pulled the vibrator out, he pulled me on top of him and slid his cock into me, the Pandora still in place. With him on his back and me on top, I rode his cock. It felt fantastic, but I wanted it to feel better! So I took the tip of my new vibe and stuck it between us on my clit. Within a few minutes I came again, all over his cock, squeezing as I orgasmed.

I rolled off of him, panting and sweaty, and laid my head on his chest, milking his cock slowly with my hand until he came. I watched as he peaked, cum flowing down over my hand like a lava flow, and then licked my fingers. Our hour was up. Time to go back to the responsibilities of parenthood. I cleaned up our new toys and returned them to the toy box next to my bed, and opened the door for business.

With Marky taking this Cisco certification test, both of us job hunting, the children, the house, the blogs, my domme work, shooting with Nikki, and the PR firm we are getting off the ground it’s a miracle that we ever have sex. We don’t have the time for great sex. That’s why we’re always so tired, because we’re willing to sacrifice a good night’s sleep for a good night’s sex.”

That’s true, too. Last night we were up until about 4:30 in the morning. We were just hanging out, spending time together watching tv and smoking out, and then Marky started rubbing my back and the next thing I knew it was 4:30 in the morning and my legs were too shaky to walk. Time flies when you’re having fun! We looked at each other - reason having returned to our bodies with the release - and lamented that the baby would be up in just a few hours. Ugh.

But it’s not only the middle of the night sex that keeps us going. There’s a magic time at about 4:00 in the afternoon when the kids are both doing something else that lasts just an hour. It’s amazing what you can do in an hour! The only problem is that I am usually in the middle of something and I hate to stop what I’m doing, even for sex.

Morning is my least favorite time for sex, which is a bummer, because maybe then we could set the alarm early and wake up. However, I don’t even want to wake up when there is a fiscal motivator behind it - waking me up for sex will likely result in something along the lines of, “I’ll lay here and you can cum on me while I sleep.”

We desperately need a weekend away to devote to each other and to sex. We’ve not had a night away from our children since 2005. That’s pathetic.

Wednesday: Sweet Catalina and I lay together in bed. We always try to be touching. There’s an undercurrent of love that is always flowing. It sounds hippy dippy, I know, but… we are hippy dippy. I was giving her skitchies (in Mr. and Mrs. Kink vernacular, this means scratches) and wound up skitching her between her legs. Well, time passed and the skitchies turned to rubs, and soon enough those legs parted (without a word), and I slid a finger under her panties, and felt the silky pink smoothness of her wet pussy. I slid two fingers into her, and pressed her g-spot. She sighed, and moved her hips against me. I got up, turned out the lights, television, etc. and when I returned, she gave me a playful look and pointed at my cock and then at her (sweet perfect, soft) mouth. I knelt by her head (she’s laying down, remember) and reached over and starting fucking her with my fingers.

She took me all the way into her throat, in one motion, and pressed her face, as hard as she could, against me. It was incredible. There was that extra little zing because she was obviously getting me off. As I was buried in her throat, she moved her tongue around the base of my cock in a manner unlike anything before. Catalina gives great head, that’s a no brainer. She loves pleasing, teasing, and cum. She was in pleasing mode, although I must say we had no D/s element in this. She wasn’t my little slut sucking off Daddy, or anything like that. It was simply husband and wife lovemaking.

I looked down and watched her sucking my cock. I love that. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and there’s an element of wow. She’s sucking my cock! And she loves it. My fingers are pumping (up and down more than in and out) in her wet pussy, and my sweet love starts moaning around my cock. Her g-spot orgasms don’t have the “squeeze squeeze” action preceding them, like her clitoral orgasms have, so I have to focus on her voice.

“Are you going to cum?” I ask her.

“Mmmm-hmmm!” She moans, my cock deep in her throat.

Of course saying it is sexy and she starts cumming, her pussy wet and tight, as she cries out and trembles, but never stops sucking my cock.

I remove my fingers, and she starts licking and sucking my balls, as she strokes my cock hard and fast. The energy is building, and Catalina has found exactly how I like my balls handled. She always gets it right, and makes my orgasms so much better. She knows I’m about to cum, because my whole body is shaking and I can’t stop moaning. Sometimes when I cum she takes me deep in her mouth, and I pump cum right down her throat. Sometimes she sucks the tip and fills her mouth, shows me, and swallows. This time I was going to cum all over her perfect tits. Her tongue and mouth made me fire cum all over her tits, in thick streams, while she sighed approvingly. It was heaven.

“Will you rub it in?” she asked, sweetly. “It’s good for my skin.”

“Of course, angel. I love you!” I replied. And I did.

We went to sleep telling each other how much in love we are, still. True love is amazing