I’ve been away for the summer. Not away-away, just away from this blog. Away from writing altogether. It’s been sweltering hot. I’ve had people in my home. I’ve been doing all kinds of creative stuff that I’ve been needing to do for a long time. Plus, I was having an extremely difficult time trying to ignore the surreal happenings in my nation and write about sexy relationships as if everything was business as usual. Ok, it was mostly that last one.
I’m sure anyone who writes was/is in the same boat.
It’s a fucked up time in history for everyone, and I didn’t want this site to be where I, too, join the whiners club. And I certainly didn’t want to wind up writing another ‘How to Find a Person to Shag Date During the Pestilence’ article, because there are a billion of them.
I needed to let this sit quiet for a bit, however, I’ll be back in a few weeks or so. I’ve got a ton of half-written drafts patiently waiting to be finished, and many more ideas for articles with subjects I find relative and interesting. I’ll admit that it might be difficult to COMPLETELY immerse myself in any person-on-person content since I’m currently single and haven’t much of a motivating reason to change that at this time. 😐 In any case, I’ll return soon.
Be extra safe, people. Keep busy and be CREATIVE. Things are going to be this way for a while. Take vitamins, get sunshine and sleep, and call your old friends. Mask up and COVER your fucking nose, ffs. – I’ve had a cousin die very quickly from this virus, without the time to even make it to a hospital. – Shit is real. But we can get through it.
A few years ago when I was spanking folks for money, I had what I called a white collar ‘Lunch Hour’ special. I targeted business men for officeplay during their business day, the idea that no one would be the wiser and it would be ULTRA hot. How sexy-sneaky is this, right?
Here’s the scenario: I’d establish communication with him by email or through my old site. My clients generally found me on one of the few sites where people can sell things or directly on Tumblr. After we decided that an office scene is what he wanted, I’d get a retainer of some type and all the specifics; where, when, what, blah blah. Then I’d call his office during the day and ask to speak to him, saying I was whoever he told me to be. This could be a cold salesperson, a colleague of some sort, or someone simply returning his call. If the calls were answered by someone other than himself, I appear to be just another typical caller. If he answered himself, it was the official start of the game. I’d do some sexy tease talk and we’d make an appointment (even though we already had the date and time set up). The idea of this was that whole ‘hiding in plain sight’ thing, so I looked the part by dressing business-casual and carrying a bag/case that reflected my reason for being there.
If he opted for a hotel, I’d dress as a typical vacationer or conference-attendee, as I’m being seen going in and out of the place and needed to blend in. I’d even search to see what conventions were going on in the area, just because it was fun to know all the details.
On the play day, I’d arrived at his office (or a hotel) during business hours with everything I need in my bag or briefcase. My stealthy toolbox would hold the ‘quiet’ bare minimum as to be oh-so incognito. Soft restraints, crop, blindfold, nipple clamps, dildo (strapon), and condoms. If he had a private office in a shared common space (uber risky), he would either tell his secretary he’s not to be disturbed (if he had some type of assistant). Just like in the movies. I mean, for the love of all that is so very cliche… c’mon! If he had an office by himself, we’d both behave as if I’m there for our meeting, just like anyone else.
Once alone, we’d have some intro role talk. After the intros, I’d start with ‘I believe I have something you need’ type dialogue, and his ‘yes Ma’am’ would begin the second the door closes. I unlock my case, as well as the power vixen within me, and proceed to make him my whore for our allotted time… often leaving him with a couple of hidden marks, perhaps a stretched asshole, but definitely a satisfied yet humbled spirit. I’ve mastered the art of being SILENT with everything I do, so silence isn’t that difficult for me, but the energy going into the controlled quietness on his part was generated by the risk of being found out. As to not be too weird, I’d offer up some audible chit chat and maybe a laugh or two so it was business as usual to anyone who might be close enough to his office to overhear.
I was never naked, and I never made him strip all the way. The additional thrill for me was doing what I could do to him within the limits that were presented. I made sure his clothes were not wrinkled or messed up (kneeling for a short time does NOT create wrinkles the way you’d think), and the space was exactly as I found it. I bring baby wipes and plastic bags and even concealer in case there is a visible redness that takes longer than an hour to fade. I had the whole thing under control.
I’d finally leave by him opening the door and him walking me out with a handshake and a ‘good meeting you, I’ll definitely get back to you about that’, or something to that effect. And maybe I’d say ‘sounds good, take care’, then hastily walk away and take the elevator down and keep looking at my watch, or ask someone the time (to make sure I’m on schedule for who-knows-what).
This was so fun for me… so much power, ugh… because it’s smack dab in the middle of the day and RIGHT THERE WHERE HE WORKED. And he’s then required to continue his workday. Ha! He’s just supposed to carry on with this lingering and undeniable distraction of what just happened with ZERO time to decompress, as well as the very real fear of having being secretly found out by his coworkers (or wife).
Sexy as fuck, right? Oomph!
Well… even though the sneaky office domination is what I wanted so badly… and it was so very well prepared for in every way… I actually never got it.
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Yeah. Regardless of how worked up I was with the idea of the in-broad-daylight office venue scenario… my two ‘office boys’ just booked pretty hotel rooms for their ‘lunch breaks’. They’d leave after our time together to return to work, but I was invited to have the room for the entire night. That was sweet and appreciated, and I used those times as little vacations. And yes, the men were flustered in the idea they had to return to their day like normal… but they had a space to be vocal and ‘safe’, plus they had time to fix themselves up and compose themselves before returning. And none of that holds the same suspense or excitement as my intentions when coming up with this delicious plan.
So, the real issue here is that I never even went inside someone’s office to do sexy things… their place of business… where the whole point is the risk… except for one time. And that was just to have an initial meeting (which was still fun role play). So yeah, I physically went inside an office for the ‘Lunch Hour Special’ ONE TIME. And that doesn’t really count because nothing NSFW happened. 😕
Ah well, I’m sure it’s for the best. Office submission would have been super sexy and illicit, and I still get excited thinking about tying someone up to his rolly office chair and teasing them while I slowly snoop through personal shit on his desk and all that, like in the movies. Then restrain him to his desk in the doggy position, pull down his pants just enough to uncover his ass and then proceed to sit on him while I scroll through my phone before I make him wince by doing things to his ass, while having him repeat his begs and Ma’am in low whispers. But logically, it’s crazy risky, and no one has fun when they’re TRULY worried about something. There’s excited/nervous anxiety and then there’s REAL fear/worry anxiety.
It also seems that very few people have totally windowless offices anymore, either. Nor do people close their office doors all the way without suspicion.
I guess I was dreaming of a sexy world I created by watching Mad Men. I’m sure you can understand.
Meh… live and learn, I suppose.
Still makes for one helluva hot setting for a sultry film or music video. Someone get on that. You’re welcomed.
I speak softly to him… no aggression yet, just sweetness. Nasty, deviant, sex-filled, wet and swollen sweetness. “It’s ok, baby, I got ya. Fuck, you’re adorable, you know that? (moan) What’s that? I didn’t hear you. Do you know how cute you are, in this very compromising and vulnerable position, hmm?” (I push in as deep as I can with my hands around his hips pulling him into me, and then leaning over him as the front of my body lays on his back, so he can feel my body on his, and hear me better.) “uhhhh god… yes Ma’am” “That’s right, feel me deep, my little whore. Feel me fill and stretch your sweet hole with each looong, slooow stroke, you adorable ass slut. Jesus, you’re such… a… little… hottie.” (I grab his hair, and move my hands down his neck and onto his shoulders. I give his shoulder a little massaging squeeze and then use them to pull him back into me again.) “It’s ok, you can moan, baby, no one’s around to hear us. I know exactly how you like it. Mmm hmmm. And it’s ok, I’m not gonna let you fall off the bed… I gotcha.” (he’s trying to scootch back so his knees are further to me because we’ve moved forward and close to the edge of the bed.)
I pull my silicone cock out slooowly, sit on my haunches and get real close to examine his beautiful shiny, gaping hole… then I slide in two gloved fingers deeply as he moans again, and I twist them around inside him as his ass begins to tighten up around them. I finger fuck him as my other gloved hand grabs his rock-hard cock, and I just squeeze it at the base and slide my open palm hand along the underside of his cock, wrapping my whole hand around the head after a few minutes. “oh god, oh fuuuck…. you’re gonna make me cum, i’m gonna cum…” “No, I’m not, and NO YOU WON’T. You do NOT come until I tell you you can. Do you understand me!?”
I quickly stop touching his very swollen cock, so close to orgasm, and pull out my fingers from his asshole at the same time. I blow cold air onto his asshole with my mouth, then gather saliva and spit on his ass cheeks. I take my left hand/arm and wrap it around his waist, while I rub my spit evenly in a circle with my right hand, and then SMACK SMACK!! I spank him as hard as I can on both cheeks and he jumps, COMPLETELY in surprise and pain. “There, that should bring you back to me, you selfish… little… fuck. Who do you think you are?? You don’t come when YOU want to, you ungrateful little child. This is MY time, and you’re MY fuckhole… MY cock… MY toy. DO you UNDERSTAND ME?! Cmon… what the fuck??!!” “arhhh.,.. jesus! yes yes, yes. i’m sorry. fuck… i’m SO sorry. yes Ma’am, yes Ma’am, i’m yours. i’m so sorry. god.”
His face is now buried in the sheets, from way too many feelings, emotions, surprises, embarrassment, whatever. It’s expected. I just sit there, letting his cock go soft again, in silence, making him uncomfortable not knowing what’s happening.
Then I rub my fingers on his asshole again and loosen him back up, getting him back into wanting. I slowly slide 1 thumb inside his hole and pull it to the side… then I slide in my other thumb and I pull them apart sloooowly, as far as I can, and watch his slippery fuckhole open back up for me again. Opening up even more than before, as I pull my thumbs apart as far as possible. I know it hurts.
“Bear down, push out for me, my little whore…. I wanna see inside you. Yes, yes… that’s right.. push as if you’re taking a shit. There you go……. oh yeah… oh fuck, that’s niiiice…. ooooph, that’s fucking hot. Good boy… yes… you’re such a good boy” He’s grunting in between holding his breath, as he’s pushing out as hard as he can while I open him up, so I can literally see inside his hole. His pink wrinkly hole that I want to pull inside out.
“Aww fuck, this is so hot. You should see it. Such a good boy, you are.” (I know it’s uncomfortable and blissful at the same time.) He moans an ‘oooww god…. oowww’ while I stretch him out. “Ooooph… god, just look at that beautiful glistening pink hole. Fuck, you make me wet, you pathetic little sissyfag. Imagine what your girlfriend or your boss or best friends would say if they ever saw you like this. Hmmm? With your chest pressed into the mattress and your baby-smooth, tight, round ass in the air, all exposed and gaping for ME? Hmm?” I move around by his head, my knees on the floor now, so I’m eye-level with him, and I take off my gloves. His head is face down in the sheets, he’s breathing heavy and sweating, so I lift his head gently and stroke his hair and face, and he looks into my eyes with adoration and says ‘i don’t know, Ma’am. i pray no one ever knows. only you.’
“Don’t worry, precious, this is ours, and no one will ever know unless you tell them.” I kiss his sweaty cheeks, as he closes his eyes and I kiss his eyelids, barely touching them. He moans with anticipation and pleasure, as I rub his lower lip with my thumb, gently and lovingly, him kissing my finger as I move my hand. I rub his upper back with my ungloved hand, fingertips, nerve strokes, going back to his neck and squeezing it as i lean my face into his ear and breathe. “You’re a good boy, <his name>. You want to make me happy, dont you. Hmm?” “god, yes Ma’am, yes, so much.” He tries to kiss and nuzzle his face on any part of my body he can touch (which is mainly my arms). He knows NOT to ever try to kiss or touch my face, unless I explicitly tell him he can. I tell him to get up on all fours, and he does. I kneel up straight, and we’re now face to face. I give him a smirky smile and stroke his hair again, and put his chin up to kiss his nose and then I kiss his open mouth – EVER SO GENTLY and slowly. He remains still, his breathing getting deeper now.
“please keep touching me. do whatever you want.” “Ah, but you really mean you want me to fuck you some more, don’t you, you sneaky little whore? Right?” He smiles and we both laugh a little, and I hold his face in both my hands and study his entire face. He really is adorable, and I really love our interaction, his body, his baby-face, perfect teeth, lovely cock and adoring yearning for me. But I certainly can’t let him know how yummy I find him, so I now just kiss him fully on the mouth, my hands moved up and onto his hair again, to grab fists of it in my grasp as we kiss each other passionately. Once he knew it was ok to reciprocate his tongue in my mouth, both our breathing deepened and I was more than ready to open this sweet young pet up again. I left the kiss with my tongue lapping his lower lip in one sweep, my pussy as slippery as ever, soaking through my boy shorts. He let his head hang down when I pulled back, keeping his eyes closed, as I walked around back onto the bed and into my position behind him once again…. my hand never leaving his back, never breaking contact with him.
I grab some more lube and drip it all over my 9″ flesh-colored rubber dong and his ass crack, and I lean over and kiss his lower back along his spine, laying my cheek on his skin for a few seconds. I can feel him arch like a cat and moan quietly whenever I touch him. He lifts his head now, as I press my cock up against his assflesh and wait. He’s panting and I’m waiting, not moving. Then, as anticipated, he starts to grind his hips once again, his cock growing while he moves himself back into me. I take my hands and put them on his ass cheeks and spread them wide and slowly push myself into him. I LOVE the feel of the ‘pop’ when my dong head breaks through his tight sphincter as he moans low and happily again. Then you can feel (if the dong is long enough), when it reaches the ‘second sphincter’ deep inside, where the depths of the bowels awaken. Men moan differently when that happens… I’m literally straightening his colon, his prostate swollen, and everything raw and ready. There is NOTHING like this. I’m happy he found me. He had no idea it could be like this.
I bite my lower lip, grab his hips and lean over him, much more intimate than before. This time will be faster and hard… this time will wear out his hole and hurt my knees. He knows this, and can’t wait. Fuck, he’s adorable.
I love what I do. L O V E… ♥ And so it continues…
This is a one of my true stories with someone who was NOT my person, but a very special client. I never had sex with him, he never touched me, and our mouths never touched anything other than each other’s mouths. I loved seeing him, and I’d think about him after he’d go home. Such a sweet boi. He moved away to go to grad school. I miss him sometimes. ♥
Tell Me you understand that only I can touch you, stroke you, milk you, taste you, kiss you, fuck you, tease you, command you, nurture you, permit you, deny you, punish you, reward you, lust you, and love you.
Tell Me you understand this means any and every part of you I desire… whenever and however I desire.
Tell Me you understand that “you” means your body, your mind, your heart, and your soul.
Tell Me you understand that I am your One, your ONLY, your Goddess, your Commander, your Friend, and your Lover.
Tell Me you understand the words I’m saying to you.
We like to think we know our neighbors (or our family). Truth is that we don’t know shit.
The next time you leave your block, look at all the houses on your street. Then realize that if YOU live with a secret… there’s a 80% chance that every single one of your neighbors does, too.
People are generally cool, but there are some whacked people out there, and they gotta live SOMEWHERE. Think about it.
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