The real-life adventures of a girl who is willing to try just about anything.


Exactly what I needed

Saturday night I went to the best play party I have ever attended. Wow.

It was a holiday party for one of my local FetLife groups and it was a relatively fancy event. It was held at a local restaurant and we had a delicious buffet dinner. During the last part of dinner we had a show that included an award and title-winning local female impersonator (drag queen), an award and title-winning male illusionist (drag king), and a burlesque performance that included yours truly.
For our first performance, we did a routine to “Hanky Panky” by Madonna. For our second performance, which was the show finale, we used a two song medley that was the first half of “Express” and the second half of “Show Me How You Burlesque” by Christina Aguilera from the movie Burlesque. For the most part, we followed the same choreography as in those videos, especially “Hanky Panky”. For Express-Show Me Burlesque, it was more of an “inspired by” routine. None of us had any prior dance experience, so we had to keep it simple. It was a blast.
Participating in this show was something that really pushed my limits and was way outside my comfort zone. I’ve done a lot of things in public that most other people would never dream of almost without batting an eye. Get naked? Get my ass beat? Get some hot wax thrown on me? Fuck, be fucked? Put my junk on a sex blog for all of the internet to see? Give a speech? Stand-up comedy? No problem! Try to dance and be sexy in front of a crowd of people I barely know??? ~sound of the needle being dragged off a record and then silence~ WHAT??? Nuh uh, no way.
I don’t talk about it often and it would probably be shocking to for most people who know me, but I have some body and self-confidence issues. It’s not that I necessarily dislike my body size or find it to be unattractive. But I tend to be very clumsy, I trip over my own feet (or nothing at all), and I don’t have a lot of rhythm. I can’t even do the Electric Slide, people! I’m also terribly out of shape. On top of all that, I am a perfectionist and my own worst critic. I can’t stand doing something if I can’t do it to my (unreasonably high) standards for myself. It’s something I’ve explained more thoroughly in my blog post about my first (and so far only) pole dance fitness class. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion there, hehe.)
Participating in the show with these amazing ladies and getting such a wonderful reaction from the crowd was exactly the boost that I needed. I don’t think I’ll be coming down from this cloud for a long while. I can’t even being to thank them. There just aren’t enough words. I am forever in their debt.

After the show and a brief period of setup, the play party began. So much happened last night that it all seems kind of a hazy blur. There were many highlights, however. 
The first one being my time on the hot wax table. My love of hot wax is pretty thoroughly documented here on this blog. It was my gateway kink, for sure. I was waxed before I ever got the first smack from any implement. And my first experiences definitely set the bar. That was 15 years ago. I had a falling out with that waxer way back then and have been looking for someone to recreate the experience for a long time. I’ve never had a bad waxing, because almost all hot wax is good wax to me, but truly nothing has ever come close. Until Saturday night. Not only did my new friend meet the bar, she shot so far over that I can’t imagine anyone will ever break that pole-jump record. HOLY. FUCK. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt the most intense wax session I have EVER had. If I didn’t know any better, I would say I came at least 5 or 6 times. A spectator said that he just wanted to set up a sound recorder and forget ever watching porn again, because he could just listen to that instead. Her technique was just incomparable. And like Prince (not him in that link, but it’s an amazing performance by a tribute artist) said, “I can’t tell you what she did to me, but me body will never be the same.” I wish I could’ve taken a picture of what my hair and makeup looked like. Imagine a lion with raccoon eyes and you might have some clue.

The next wasn’t even a scene or anything. After the wax, I needed to sit down and try to get my head together again. Sitting at the table in only my panties, garter belt, and stockings, Roland started lightly running his fingers all over me and teasing my nipples. I was so extremely sensitized from the hot wax that barely 2 minutes had passed before I was moaning and writhing in the chair, calling all sorts of attention to myself. For approximately the next hour or so, I was teased and tortured by him and several passers-by. When it was over I was a giggling puddle of goo who could barely lift her head off the table. I was a hot mess, for sure.

Once I recovered from that, I had a very long conversation with a wonderful lady who will be opening a kink-friendly bar in the next few months. While not the same as having a local dungeon, she will be hosting once or twice monthly private play parties on a membership-only basis. I actually think that this is even better than having a local dungeon! I also discussed with her the possibility of having a meetup akin to (or part of?) Erotic Meet and Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues! Who knows, maybe we’ll even get a regular burlesque show, too!

For a while after that I meandered around the party, excitedly watching so many hot scenes, and mingling with friends new and old.

The finale of the evening was a group scene including me, another sub, and at least two different tops. The other sub is a good friend of mine who’d been begging me for a beating for quite some time. She was tied to the Cross and I took turns with the other tops giving her smacks and swats. Then I spooned her against the cross while I got some whacks and floggings of my own. As I was getting my beating, I continued to play with her by torturing her nipples, dragging and digging my nails into her flesh, and biting her all over her neck, back, and shoulders. I had forgotten how much I like to bite and chew on others! When the top was done beating me, I stepped away to give her a thorough ass spanking with a paddle that I absolutely loathe, but she apparently loves, both because it hurts like a motherfucker. I can’t wait to see what her ass looks like today, because I can’t imagine it’s not purple. Her neck and shoulders as well, for that matter.

Roland’s paddle, with which I have a love/hate relationship.
He loves it, I hate it.

Sadly not long after that, it was time for the fun to end as it was closing time. I gathered up all of my things (which were strewn about from one end of the place to the other), said my goodbyes, and we headed out into the densly foggy night. Despite the damp chill of the night, I was warm and fuzzy from head to toe, inside and out. I was relaxed, nothing but contented sighs, smiles, and giggles.

On the way home we stopped for a yummy breakfast at IHOP that was probably the yummiest food I have ever had, including a gingerbread hot chocolate that was to die for! And blueberry pancakes. Mmmm…

The evening was capped with the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Roland fucked me hard while calling me his slut and his whore. I was so satisfied that I did not get up to do my nighttime toilette. I just rolled over with mussed hair, smeared makeup, stockings still on, and cum oozing from my pussy, and passed out.

I’ll tell you, there is no better high in life than the one that involves no substances at all, but that uses your body in all the ways it’s supposed to be used. Endorphins are my anti-drug. It was a perfect night from start to finish. And it was exactly what I needed.

Listen to me

I’d really love to give you a more clever title, but it’s almost 3am, I’m half-drunk, tired and at the point where I just really want to get this thing up and be done with it.

That being said, at long last I now offer you my first podcast. It’s not so bad for my first time out, I think. No frills, just me, my voice, and a previously published sexy story. I’m very excited about this, and am looking forward to recording more for you in the future. It was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Now without further ado…

Pulling Over

Since this is my first time, any and all feedback is welcomed and encouraged! Please let me know what you think. It really means a lot to me. 🙂

My gift to him

This entry was written by my former/sometimes submissive. He recently reposted it to his FetLife account after deleting it originally when our relationship ended. Reading it makes me feel divinely cruel and loving at the same time. We have remained friends, as we were friends long before we entered a D/s relationship, and this is posted with his permission.

As I returned home after departing my birthday dinner with my Mistress I hugged her tightly and got ready to settle down for the night. Suddenly my phone rang. My Mistress ordered me back to her car. Not sure what was going on I came to her driver side window as she told me to get back in. I took a deep breath and did as told looking to her curiously. 

As she left my house she started to tell me what a nice birthday gift it would be if I was made to touch myself for her on the beach for her. And that wasn’t all. How much more it would be if I was made to watch her do the same before I was allowed my gift.

Instantly my heart started racing and the nervousness that always leaps in these situations attacked full force. I started to feel very warm and sweating slightly. All the while her cock between my legs grew hard. Never before have I been made to do something in public like this. Never before have I been made to watch my Mistress touch herself in front of me.

We drove down a1a as I got more and more nervous. My heart pounding and her cock hard. We ended up at the pier and it was very dark out. No moon in sight and high tide seemed to be retreating. As she scouted the area I followed behind with shaky legs. Finally she decided that we would go onto the beach into the water and walk south to an area where there was exposed beach and rocks. As I followed she removed her pants and shirt and roamed into the water slightly as I stayed close to the sea wall.

Finally she decided on a large flat level rock for her spot. She spread out her pants to sit on and she ordered me to my knees before her in the sand. I did as told as my heart was beating fast and hard. My eyes darting around for anyone that may see or be coming. My fear of being found out was suddenly interrupted with her question. “Are you hard?” Before I could get out the words I feet her foot pressed against her cock between my legs. “Yes you are” she said and I became silent silent.

She pulled her new black panties to the side of her wet pussy. I knew cause I could smell and hear her touch. Followed by hearing her moans and her words to confirm the fact. I became frantic not knowing where to look. To look at my Mistress’s face and her moans, her hand playing with her clit, or around for someone that would catch us. She ordered me to pull my shorts to expose her property as she continued to play with herself.

I stayed still and on my knees with my hands behind my back holding onto the back of my shorts while she continued to touch and moan. She then told me to touch myself but I was not allowed to cum til she was done. I moved my right hand around and started to stroke. Moaning and stroking my left hand balanced myself on the rock as my body moved forward. Closer to her actions, scent, and sounds. I stroked hard while listening to her moans and sounds of fingers in wetness. I started to get carried away and had to stop touching as I wouldn’t be able to stop myself otherwise.

She took this time to reposition herself in a more comfortable reclining position and placed her legs spread in the air. Her feet against my body. I held to them not leaving a free hand to touch myself as she started again at a more furious pace. Evidently the change in position was much better for her pleasure as she rubbed and moaned harder. My breathing getting harder and my eyes looking less around and more to her hands and pussy I suddenly heard and felt her start to cum. Her feet pushing against me hard as her body shuddered. She suddenly stood and just said “finish”.

I started to stroke hard. My hand back on the rock to balance as suddenly her hand suddenly swiped fully across my face and mouth with all of the juices left from her pussy. Instantly the taste and smell overwhelmed me completely. All I could taste and smell was her as I stroked. She stood close next to me as I moaned loudly not caring if anyone could hear at that point. I came hard onto the rock and sand on my knees with my Mistress standing over me. Collapsing against the rock spent and head spinning all I could think of was how much I loved my Mistress and how lucky I am to be her slave.

Thinking about that night makes me so wet. I think I shall have to repeat the experience again sometime. His birthday is only a few months away…

Pulling over

I spent this past weekend in Orlando with my best subbie girlfriend. I’m sad to say that it had been 3 1/2 years since the last time I’d visited. Especially since it’s only 2 hours away. Life just gets in the way sometimes, yanno? I used to drive down at least once a month. Back when I first started going to munches and play parties and then to visit my Mistress before She moved to California. I always looked forward to the drive down. And not only because I was on my way to visit Her.

See, I used to drive a really crappy car that would vibrate a bit when I drove. The boredom of being in a car by myself for two hours, combined with the vibrations from the road would generally make me feel pretty randy. I was always getting horny in the car, so I had a habit of driving with one foot up on the dash, giving me easy access to my pussy. I would often finger myself while driving. Unfortunately, however, I was rarely able to get myself off just from fingering. On one such trip, I stopped and bought a vibrator, which I kept in the car from that point on.



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