Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com)

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]

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.