May 17, 2009

Lilly’s Turn – Part 1: Wherein a Power Play is Made

I had been eying her up for weeks, this enigma. Reasonably confident exterior, with a shy and easily embarrassed girl peeking out sometimes. I had witnessed the duality enough to know I could fuck with her. Sarah. Thin, pretty in a different sort of way and very attractive, C-cup tits, long straight light brown hair. A little younger than me but not by much.

After more than a month of laying the groundwork and getting things to a flirtatious and covertly dirty stage, I taught her how to communicate via email without risk of our naughty words being read.

I confessed a few things to her, one of them being my relationship with R and what we did. Her response was positive and then I laid out one more bombshell – that he wanted me to find a submissive girl to play with in the same manner. What a delicious and dangerous twist it would be to do this with a girl in my office….

I asked her, outright, if she considered herself submissive. She answered that she didn’t really know, as she had no experience in it – but the erotic stories she’s read online gave her a taste and at least knew that she wasn’t dominant.

Obviously I had to tread carefully; I could deal with that. I sent her off this email:

“Hypothetically speaking – what if, right now, I told you to go to the restroom and remove your panties? Would you do it? And what if, when you exited your stall, you found me standing there waiting for you to hand them to me? Would you do that? Would it make you blush? And then… what if…..as you stood over the sink washing your hands, I slid my hand up your skirt to your bare ass and down the crack and slipped my fingers quickly into your sticky wet cunt? Would you fight me? Or would you like it?”

A hypothetical situation, a little bit of control by me and a little bit of dominance. To be honest the short paragraph made me instantly wet. But I had to ignore the throbbing. The moment I hit ‘send’ I got up and walked down my cube row, over to her aisle and then I stood there quietly as she read my words. So engrossed that she didn’t see me there right away. I watched her lips part and her face flush to pink. A good sign. As she looked up and noticed me, she blushed a furious red throughout her face and chest.

“Oh I can wait, don’t let me interrupt you, go ahead and finish off your email there” I said nonchalantly as if I were there to just ask her a silly work question. But the hard look on my face told her that she best not argue with me, she should indeed answer that email.

She typed away for a minute, casting quick sidelong glances at me as she did so. When she finished I kept up the ruse and asked her a silly work question. I walked back to my desk and went straight for the email.

“Would I do it? Yes.

Would I hand them over? I hesitantly say Yes.

Would I fight you? The shock of it would take me by surprise and the fact that someone could walk in at any second would cause me to fight it at first. Would I like it? Again, a hesitant ‘yes’. Even as you are standing over me right now trying to embarrass me, I know deep down I’d like it no matter how it appeared on the outside.”

Good.

Just the answers I wanted to hear.

{Thank you Muse Mina, you were a big help and a good bit of inspiration for this piece}

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May 15, 2009

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Pinkcherry.com Review: The Wedge

There are many good occasions in your sex life for adding what is generally called “sex furniture”, or rather, pillows. The different shapes of sex pillows can greatly enhance or change up even the most basic of fucking positions.

But when the most ideal shape, a large wedge, is a bit cumbersome and obvious….the natural thought is how to make it travel-friendly.

Make it inflatable!

In theory, it’s a great idea. I really wanted to like this. But, it should have occurred to me that I don’t like air mattresses. I can never find the right level of fullness. Either my ass hits the ground, or I feel like I’m going to roll off if I’m within 6 inches of the edge. Even the much-lauded “Sleep Number” bed is a glorified air mattresses, and I hated it, too. The same thing occurred with this inflatable wedge. In fact the feeling of “I’m going to roll off this fucking thing” was more than just a feeling – I did. Maybe it’s just me and because I’m no skinny 10o pound waif but I never felt secure on this thing. The shape is great, the size is great. But I hate air mattresses.

The other thing that I hated about this product is the included foot pump.

To call this thing a foot pump is like trying to claim that the Bob the Builder hammer my 4 yr old nephew has is a working hammer.

For as much as this Wedge (made by Doc Johnson) costs, you would think that the manufacturer could have spent literally a few more dollars on the damn pump. Not only are the primary colors reminiscent of Lego, but it’s slow and noisy. There is a hose and connector that comes with the pump, too, and they are the same awful colors and cheap plastic design. The hose looks like a child’s toy you’d get at a carnival if you came in third place. A small carnival.

Really, I felt like I was in a bad Clown Porno.

It took me so long to review this product because I just couldn’t deal with the damn pump; I replaced it with a $15 very nice foot pump from Target. It’s kind of a mood-killer. But we did have fun giggling at the squeaks.

It still took a few minutes to inflate it, so I know I’d never want to try to inflate this thing by mouth. It is very sizable though! I was actually surprised how big it ends up being. Below is a photo of it inflated, and then one of it deflated and my crapass attempt to neatly roll it. (Can you tell I suck at putting away things like sleeping bags and air mattresses?)

Inflated, it takes up about 3/4 of a twin bed.

The construction of this is a cover that zippers over the inflatable portion. This cover is supposedly washable but we didn’t try that yet. It’s basically the same material as your average air mattress, with velvet flocking on the outside and the rest is…..I dunno. But it’s very waterproof. And sturdy. Due to the pain-in-the-assness of inflating this, we simply did our best to stash it in a closet or a corner without deflating it.

This isn’t something I would use at home now that I know I’m getting a proper Liberator brand wedge. The cost and travel-ability aspects were my reasons for wanting to try this, and to me neither make it a worthwhile buy. Is this perhaps because I am larger? I don’t know. It is entirely possible that a thinner gal wouldn’t have the feeling of floating precariously as I did.

Who would like this? Well since the cover is washable AND waterproof (meaning if you gush or there’s just a lot of liquids around) it won’t get saturated quickly and can last the night longer in that respect. If you’re traveling away somewhere, particularly with plane travel involved, this is more easily transportable for most people than a large foam triangle. This is pretty much a “I know we’re having sex tonight and lots of it!” item. It isn’t something you decide to use spur-of-the-moment.

Thanks to Pinkcherry.com for letting me review this!

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May 14, 2009

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The Dickhead Files: FetFail

{as an aside….I interrupt your reading to bring this completely narcissistic moment: My birthday is next week, May 19th. That is all}

I am a member of an online community, yet another social app, but this one is specifically geared towards fetish and kink. It’s not really a “dating” site, it’s more of a place for link-minded friends to all have profiles and post lively discussions in the forums and find local group meet-ups.

Of course, it’s also a place where stereotypes of the worst extreme come to fester. I am never more disgusted with the Dominant Male as a generality as I am in places like these. But let it be said that I see through it and I know that most true dominants are going to shake their heads in disgust.

*All screennames changed to protect the innocent, i.e. me.

Before I continue, let me say my position here on this community. My profile is complete because I am there in an intellectual capacity only (and am there in the first damn place due to peer pressure, lol). In my “looking for” section I list only that I am looking for friends. That is IT. My profile lists me as a Switch.

I get this message from a local man labeling himself as a Dom. There is no photo on this profile, there is no missive to reel in the intellectual side of a woman. There is simply a very truncated list of his likes, and his eloquent screen name. I’ll warp it a bit and call him MisterSpanksTooMuch.

Subject: “looking to spank”

Content: “interested?”

I could ignore it, sure. But I’m a fiesty little bitch when it comes to assholes online like this. I reply back: “Interested in what, exactly?”

How original, his reply is this and nothing more: “bare botton spanking, cunnilingus and exhibitionism” (typo left for story color purposes)

me: “I really couldn’t say if I’m interested or not, I don’t know you at all. I’m not the sort who is interested in merely the activity, I need to be interested in the person.”

Finally, this elicits a full sentence from him, even two! Asking me if I’d like to get to know him. Christ, dude, might have been a good idea to lead with that.

This man, at least he’s apropo, has his profile photo as a dog. A bulldog. He’s got two other photos, as well, and let me just say without wanting to seem shallow and knowing full well that I am neither model-pretty or -skinny, that I would not touch this man with a 20 foot pole while wearing double-layer leather gloves. And a blindfold. He’s almost old enough to be my father and lives well out of range (thankfully)

Subject: “You’re pretty hot…”

Content: “especially for a gal in xxx, XX!

Bet you’d like to smack my big, fat ass….perhaps even feed me fatter? ;)”

*shudders*

Pardon me, I think I’m going to lose my dinner now. I would love to know WHAT in my meager profile gave this jackass the impression that I would be meet this email with a positive reception?? My reply was a scathing: “You simply could not be farther off base”

The next, this one also older but local. He does have a valid profile photo but says very very little in his profile information. His email, while at least being mostly non-offensive and containing proper English and full sentences, still rubs me the wrong way. Can you spot the “this is what made Lilly’s eyes flash in indignant offense” part?

Subject: “Hello girl”

Content: “My name is X. I have been a Dom for over 15 yrs. I recently moved back to XX after living in Europe the past 5 yrs. I am currently seeking a newer sub to train and teach all that I have learned. I am an experienced patient teacher who can provide you with a safe and comfortable place to explore all your desires. I have alot of experience in teaching subs. Come let me watch you grow and blossom into the submissive/slave you have always dreamed of being. Hope to hear from you soon.”

I just never bothered to respond to him.Why waste my breath on what was clearly a canned, impersonal fishing expedition email?

An early message was from a male profile, yet AGAIN no photo and no intro paragraph. His email, while being mostly innocuous and able to chalk up to “inexperienced moron”, wasn’t too terrible. He lets me know that he and his gf have been looking for someone to share and he likes my looks (awwwww). He says HE will be in my area for jus a couple nights but then goes back to talking about her and how much she (this invisible she) wants to get to know me. Actually, no, I misspoke. They want to “party” with me.

I’ll pause and let the giggles subside.

PARTY?!?! Party. What the flying fuck does that mean really and who the fuck uses “party” as a euphemism for “one night NSA fuckfest”??

I replied with: “Party”? What, exactly, do you mean by that?

Surprisingly, he chose not to enlighten me.

I saved the best for last. Aren’t I nice that way?

Screenname: *DominantForYou2Serve

Profile Photo: Shocker! None

Surprisingly, this one does fill out his paragraphs. Extensively. With a lot of overuse of the bold tags and liking to sound as authoratitive as his young years allow. In Relationship Status he has chosen “It’s Complicated”. Yeah, I bet. He goes on to explain what he’s looking for, what he simply won’t have and that he works second shift and has “obligations and responsibilities” during the day (read: taking care of the kids while the wife is at work) and so he can only meet in the wee hours of the morning.

Between 1am and 4 am.

Hand to Bejeezus I do not make this shit up.

His email to me tells me again that he’s looking for a “discrete” woman (read: don’t ask questions bitch and you’ll live to see tomorrow), he’s up for anything but it must be between 2am and 4am. Wait, what? What happened to that golden hour of 1am to 2am? I got the shaft!!

I wasn’t feelin my oats that today so I simply replied “So sorry but no, those hours are completely ridiculous”.

What the fuck does this douchebag think, that just because he propositions 100 submissive women than one will be dumb enough to meet a stranger at 2 fucking AM? One who doesn’t even have the cojones to put up a goddamn profile photo??

Edit: If you know which site I’m referring to, please stay mum on the site name in your comment. I’m not naming it to protect my whereabouts from vanilla people coming to my blog who really shouldn’t be knowing such things about me (i.e. family, employers, etc) rare, but I gotta be a little weird about it. Thanks!! :)

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May 13, 2009

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HNT: Another Notch

On the day last week that R had control over me, he insisted on a few more parking lot exhibitionist photos, like the last set from a few months ago. The difference now is that I am in a new lot which has 3 times as many cars and is much busier in the time of morning I get there. There was more risk involved this time.

And not only with the busy parking lot but the little side street it is off of, that I have to walk along on my half-mile journey to my office.

I gotta learn to be more aware of my surroundings.

There was a guy walking behind me, I don’t know what car he came from. But I had my phone out and was previewing the photos I had just snapped for R, trying to decide which ones to send him. Just as I finally chose one to attach to a text message, this guy (who walks way too quietly) finally passes me. He saw what was on my phone screen, it’s a given.

Clearly, I’m a little rusty given this and what happened later in the day in the restrooms.

Another version will be submitted to Tits for Troops for the next edition. It’s been too long for me!

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May 12, 2009

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Dangerous Lilly

Back in the old office, I was taking risks. Masturbating at my desk, even while I felt 95% safe doing so, was still a risk. Someone could by chance hear the vibrator, or take note of my flushed skin and lack of focus on work – or worse yet, as I got more daring towards the end, walk around behind my desk as I was on the floor. Perhaps my feeling safe was just being cocky.

I had assumed that, given the layout of the new office, I would not at all be able to continue my ways, especially playing with Q online. The inability to easily carry on a mostly-uninterrupted conversation is gone now; my movements have to be controlled and my poker face has to be in top game. And, given that I need pressure on my clit in order to come…..well, how could I do that at my desk here??

Last week he and I finally succumbed to it all and for the first time in many weeks, he had his (virtual) way with me. Twice.

I realized that even though there are more people, and closer, the office is noisier. The bullet vibe sound was masked perfectly. (as an aside, I am now using another bullet, more similar to my beloved original Silver Bullet)

And….before, the restroom was small….4 stalls. Any sound of the vibrator was frighteningly loud in there. But here, the restrooms are much bigger and I was able to find a way to quietly use the bullet vibe while in a stall. There were a few moments of loudness, as the internal vibrating bit went off balance and hit upon some hard internal surface, but I was able to orgasm. I waited until I thought everyone had left, for the first round, and was successful.

Of course, you know what that foreshadowing means.

I wasn’t so successful the second time.

The second time took me longer, there were more people in there, etc etc. As I felt myself nearing, I was not caring if someone was still in there. I did try to wait, and I thought I had heard the door close, with no other sounds of occupation.

In the words of the great Ron White….

I was wrong.

As my climax subsided and I moved the bullet away from my clit, I had this feeling I should have turned it off first before moving it, and I was right. A few short loud bursts in the silence of the bathroom and I wondered “What if I was wrong about it being empty?” Oh well, too late, deep breath. I wiped away the excess wetness from my cunt (for my panties already had a large soaked patch in them, I didn’t need it to be worse) and snapped a few requested photos for him, I exited the stall, headed to the sinks and….there was a closed stall door a few down from me.

SHIT.

Whoever it was had to have heard me at some point. I had also been in that stall for quite some time, relatively speaking.

I kept my back to the stall doors, washed my hands in a hurry and quickly but controlled I left the restroom and made a beeline for my desk. I don’t know who it was – in the current office there are over 300 people on my floor, chances are it wasn’t anyone who knows me.

But still.

I was embarrassed and yet thrilled, scared and yet even more aroused.

Playtime is now a lot more dangerous, that is for sure. But neither he nor I care, really.

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