Thursday, September 14, 2006

Half-Nekkid in the Garden

Well, today we're meant to be taking photos of us being Half-Nekkid in the garden. So we rushed to the garden, and what did we find? It was raining. I do wonder why they've made world naked gardening day in September, that's surely too late in the year? Rain, rain, rain.

Oh well, that just means you get to see me wearing just a rain mac. Aren't you lucky? Click the image and it'll be bigger*.

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Monday, September 11, 2006

The weekender #4: The beginnings of our lifestyle

This week we delve into our history. From David:

Have either of you done any bdsm before with other people or is this your first time? How did it come about? Did one of you bring it up to the other, or did it just happen naturally?

Now, we could spank David for asking too many questions at one time. But we'll let him off, just this once.

As I think we have mentioned in passing before, Sean is the first (and only) guy I've slept with, and I am the first (and only) girl Sean has slept with. Which can make things interesting in this day and age. We discovered BDSM together, and by no means is our exploration over.

I have two distinct memories of when we both realised we wanted something more out of our vanilla relationship. The first, as I started to explore last week, was when I told Sean about my rape fantasy. Instead of being shocked, Sean replied with a more reassuring answer, "Lots of women have that fantasy, maybe we'll try it out one day." As I said last week, perhaps by my telling him that fantasy, he knew it was okay to be a little rough with me. And here we are some two years later, maintaining a S&M Blog. The other that I remember was a late night chat before going to sleep. I cannot remember the circumstances, but I ended up trying to define the apparent differences between Sean and I. In two sentences, I summed it up quite succinctly: Sean would prefer to be tied up and receive pleasure. I would prefer to be tied up and be forced to give pleasure. We were discussing the idea of only either giving or receiving for the rest of eternity, and this was the answer we came up with. I think there are few people who would chose giving, and Sean noted that at the time. That's when I realised there was something different about me.

Around the same time as that discussion, we had some novelty handcuffs come into our possession. This was some three or four years ago. We soon discovered that we both liked being restrained. Sean liked being unable to move freely and receiving pleasure. I liked being unable to move freely and giving pleasure. Sadly, the handcuffs broke and for a while that left us without a means of carrying on our newly found play.

So one day, around six months later, when we were in a poundstore (everything for £1) Sean spied some rope. He looked at me with a playful smile and whispered in my ear "Something to tie you up with," I smiled a bashful smile as he added some dog chains to the basket along with the rope. I felt sure that the cashier would see my flushed cheeks and know instantly what we were going to use this odd assortment of items for, but she just served us normally and we went about the rest of our business down town.

The rope wasn't really what we thought it was going to be. It was thin and stiff, and the knots easily slipped undone, and the thinness of it cut too much into the flesh. But the chains! They worked like a dream. We still use them a lot now. I love the feel of them over my skin, and Sean likes being able to cool them down to cause me (or him) to shiver.

So you could say that our exploration into BDSM started with light Bondage. The S&M followed very quickly behind. I had made apparent to Sean that I liked to struggle, to have rough sex. This started with encouraging him to hold my wrists down during play, and pretty soon things just carried on naturally. I made it clear to him that I enjoyed the feel of him grazing his teeth over my flesh, and with time this increased to actual biting. He bites me regularly (though, never breaking the skin) now, but still holds that he is not a sadist. I remember a post that I wrote early on with the title Maybe I really am masochist? where I started to explore my concern over my liking pain.

I think when I started to tell him I liked pain, we tentatively explored spanking too. I was probably the one who suggested it, though we don't remember. The spanking didn't really come into play until after we'd explored D/S. This didn't really happen until we'd decided to start up our blog. By December last year, Sean had introduced me to the sex blog scene. Before then I had little idea of what a blog was; I had no idea about the large sex blog scene out there. Suddenly I was immersed in this world of bondage, submission, sadomasochism and more. I learned what BDSM was. I found out that there were people out there who lived as slaves and masters. There were housewives out there who lived by rules set by their spouses. Rules that even included shaving down there. I couldn't believe it. Don't get me wrong, I knew that there were things like hard-core bondage (Sean and I had already been regularly visiting Hogtied, left), I just didn't and couldn't understand that there were people who lived it day to day. The more I read the more I learned. I was already aware that Sean knew more about it than I did. He's generally a lot less naive than I am. Even now I have an air of innocence that he often calls cute.

By the end of December, Sean and I decided to take the plunge and set up a blog of our own. We called it S&M Blog (a delightful coincidence as it could be Sean & Mel or Sadism & Masochism) and our first post was on January the 9th 2006. It took me three days to write one post about one night. It took me quite a while to settle down into writing regularly about our sex life, but I found it was a good way to communicate with Sean about how our nights went. We carried on maintaining our blog, passing the three month mark was something of an achievement and told other bloggers out there that we were serious about maintaining a blog. We drew inspiration for our - what I was quickly learning to call - scenes from other sex blogs. Eros Blog was a place Sean regularly visited, and that's where he got the idea about having me under the desk (the subject of our first post). That was also the place he showed me that introduced me to the rest of the sex blog scene.

The first post I wrote referred to Sean as 'Master', something I hadn't done before. Without knowing it, I had opened up the way for us to try a little D/S to see if we liked it. We liked it a lot. It slowly began to filter outside the bedroom. Friends started to comment on my willingness to do as Sean asked. "You've got her well trained," one of Sean's female friends remarked. My heart fluttered. If only she knew even half of it! The D/S lead back to Discipline, something we've explored on this blog quite a lot recently. I guess you could say we've now covered all the bases of BDSM - the bondage, discipline, domination & submission and sadomasochism. We're liking all the bases a lot.

May our journey continue!


Next week, we'll answer the rest of David's question: What are some limits that the two of you have made and how did you come to them?

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Friday, September 08, 2006

Hanging from the rafters

First, to get the excitement out of the way: Yes it was me who was Os's Mystery Guest yesterday! I'd been waiting for a while for my pic to come up, I think it was one of the better ones, and I was going to use it for an HNT myself. Then I thought, why not send it to Os? So I did, and then it came up! Yey! Thanks to every one who commented yesterday, both on the pic I posted here and on the pic at Views from the Back Row. Also, now you may know my secret. I'm not even 21! But that's going to change in a couple of weeks. Then I'll be a big girl :) For those of you who didn't see the Mystery Guest pic yesterday, here it is again*. Now to get to the main part of my post...

Sean walked down the stairs. As I stood at the doorway to the bedroom, he looked back at me, smiled at my naked body and told me, "Get your cuffs". I scurried off to find them. As I emerged from the bedroom, strapping my cuffs round my wrists, my eyes widened in wonder. Sean had found the dog chains and had one of them looped around the banister. The chain dangled down to the stairs below. Just what was he planning?

He looked up at me from one of the lower stairs, and motioned for me to come see him. I smiled when I saw what he had set up. The chain dangled at just the right height for me to reach when standing on the ground floor. He told me to raise my hands, and I did so, standing on the bottom step. He brushed against me, my nostrils filling with the smell of fresh sweat. Mmmm. Within no time, my hands were held above my head by the chain.

Sean gazed into my eyes. "Step down," he commanded. I shock my head, "I can't," I said, fearing that I wouldn't touch the floor. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. "Then step down," he told me. I closed my eyes, stepping down on to the floor. To my surprise, I found I could reach the floor, just, standing on my tip toes.

"Now," he said, reaching behind me for something, "you've been bad today, haven't you?"
"Yes Sir," I answered. Not even an hour before I had repeatedly neglected to address him in the proper manner. My breath stopped in my throat when I saw what it was Sean had grabbed from behind me. A carabiner to clamp on one of my nipples! I instantly tried to turn away from him. Carabiners sting. I knew deep down that my resistance would only add to my punishment, but still I tried to keep away.

A sharp sting on my bottom. He'd spanked my bare with his hand! "Stay still," he told me, "Or it'll be worse."

Eventually I gave in; as each time I moved, a sharp slap landed on my bottom. Resisting was pointless. My Master, keeping his loving side apparent, slowly placed the carabiner on my nipple, making sure it closed gently so as not to cause damage.

"You've been very naughty," he told me, and I knew I was bound to get more slaps. And here they came. One! Two! Three! They carried on coming, no pause between them, each time I swung freely, causing the carabiner to tug on my nipple, causing me further pain.

When he was done, Sean moved away from me. The hallway light was turned off, and he climbed the stairs. I was left, naked, strung from the banister, hardly touching the floor. I had to think about how much of a bad girl I had been...

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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Innocence

She sat by the waterside all alone. The day was hot, the flies buzzing around starting to annoy her. She looked around, no one was here. It was just her, the horrid flies and the large cool lake. She stood up, seeming to come to a decision. Eyes flicking around nervously, the girl lowered her skirt to the floor, moments later letting it be joined by her shirt.

Suddenly, she crouched down, all confidence lost. Someone was here after all, she was sure she just heard a man quietly chuckle. She sat, with her knees drawn under her chin for a long while, glancing around her, trying to place where the noise had come from.

Slowly, after hearing nothing further, her gaze drifted back to the lake. It was so tempting, the temperature of the air making her want to be in there, splashing around. She sat in the burning sun, nude save for her white underwear.

After being sure that no-one was around after all, she once again stood up, but this time ran to the shore. As soon as she was deep enough in the cool water, she dived and the sudden shock of the colder deeper, water was enough to delight her, sending welcome shivers through her body when she surfaced.

Something wasn't right. She could feel it around her ankle, an unusual slippery feeling. For a moment she thought it must be seaweed, but that idea vanished in an instant as she felt it start to crawl up her leg. Something was crawling up her leg. Underwater. Something cold and slippery.

Without thinking, the nineteen year old screamed, thrashing in the water, trying desperately to get back to the shore. It was no use, the thing, what ever it was, was pulling her out of her depth! She kicked with her legs, churning the surface water into white foam. This isn't happening! It can't be!

There was a second thing now, clawing at her thigh. A third, pressing on her back... There were more around her legs, pulling her down.

As her face submerged under the water for the last time, the girl let out a final scream, a cry for help, a plea to be let go. She looked down into the water, saw the thing holding her breast, and knew that all chance of escape was lost...


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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

DoS: Denial of [sexual] Service

My eyes snap open with a start. I try to move my hips, something there is hurting.

The same moment I try to move, Sean moves off of me with an "ah" and leans over for something. The next moment, he's back and I realise he's rubbing some lube on me. I guess I must've been too dry for him.

My panic melts away as Sean penetrates me for a second time, now I know what's going on I can relax and let him carry on...

I wake up again as Sean sinks his teeth into my neck. Had I really just difted back off to sleep as he was fucking me? His pace has increased and, to my delight, I find I am on the verge of orgasm. I thrust my hips forward, a wanton groan escaping my lips, as I try to have him as close to me as possible. I writhe with passion, my toes curling, I am so close. My moans no longer held back, I press his bottom with my hands, holding him close, willing myself into orgasm before he -

"No." Sean pulls away from me. I whimper.
"Why?" I ask, though I know full well why.
"You're on denial," he tells me, thrusting into me once again, but at a slower pace.
DAMNIT! God Damn Gym! If I had only gone to the gym yesterday, like a good girl, I would be allowed my release.

My Master is starting to enforce the rules.

What other option is there for me to take, other than follow the rules and go to the gym?

I'll tell you the other option. It's this: By having plenty of sexual contact, but not being allowed a release, my base level of arousal is increasing. With each hour I can feel my lust for Sean rising. It's at a level now that it hasn't reached for quite a while. Maybe since before this blog was created. Maybe even since before I started Uni. That's a year ago.

For the first time in a year, I have a burning desire between my legs. I'm sat here, all wet and ready and waiting for Sean. I would jump on him tonight, give him the ride of his life... if I wasn't so shy about it, and if I knew I would get my release. (Is that me trying to bribe him? No, because I know he wouldn't fall for it). This feeling is almost alien to me. I don't know how to handle it. Earlier, when I could no longer concentrate on my work, I went and sat by his feet. If he had ordered me to, I would have gladly ripped open his pants and sucked on his cock like it was the last time I would ever give head. Instead, he looked down at me with a bemused smile on his face. "Why are you down there?" he asked. I told him I needed a break from the computer. He said he did too, got up and went downstairs to the bathroom. I sat on the floor feeling like a fool, wondering why I hadn't told him I had this burning desire.

It's almost my day-dream coming true. Except I'm not trapped in a room.

I really must go to the gym tomorrow.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

The weekender #3: Your questions answered

This week, I will attempt to answer deb's question:

I would be curious to know what the darkest fantasy is that both of you have?

From the moment I read this question, some three weeks ago, I knew I'd be the one answering it; for the simple reason that Sean insists he "doesn't really have many fantasies, let alone dark ones". I've been musing it over since the question came up and I've come to some conclusions. First, we must be rather boring people as we actually had to think about this one. Really hard. Second, the fantasy that I finally realised is the answer is rather dark, is likely to offend someone but is also the fantasy of many women (who never admit it to themselves, let alone to the large numbers of countless, faceless people who browse Sex Blogs).

My dark fantasy can be summed up in one word. Rape.

I've known about rape for as long as I've known about sex. When I first realised it for what it was - that is, the act of one person having un-consentual sex with another person - rape was nothing more than a threat. It went along with all of the other sayings my mother threw at me - "Eat your crusts, your hair will go curly" [I've never figured that one out, I have always eaten the crusts on my sandwiches and my hair is as straight as a ruler], "Don't go out in the rain without a coat, you'll get a cold" and "Don't come home alone in the dark, you'll get raped". For a very long time - pretty much all through my teens - I became paranoid when walking in the dark, whether on my own or not. The rape threat is perhaps the only threat my parents threw at me that I took to heart.

There is one specific night that I clearly remember when the word rape took on a whole new meaning. Being an insomniac, I used to read each night until I felt sleepy. This meant that I got through books rather fast; usually reading from 10pm through to 3 or 4am. Eventually I began running out of books that I hadn't read to death, and I began on the books that my mother had handed down to me, books that sat in their dust jackets and looked rather boring. I figured that their being boring would be an advantage and I would fall asleep sooner. In a way, I was eventually right.

On this specific night, I had started a book called "Yesterday in the Back Lane", about a woman living in Second World War Britain. It started off rather dismally, and I began to wonder why I hadn't thought of reading the boring books earlier. The particular paragraphs I remember reading occurred on Christmas Eve. The heroine was walking down the back alley when all of a sudden she was shoved to the ground by a man. The details weren't fully described, but she ends up escaping him by stabbing him with the knife she was taking home to cut the turkey. She keeps "pure" by committing murder. I read the pages with wide eyes, and once the fun was over and she was at home feeling guilty, I went back and read it again. I pored over the words, taking in every detail I could and making up the things the author didn't describe. While the words said that the heroine lay under the man, and all she could think about was how strange it was that she was being "interfered with" while listening to the news from somebody's house; I imagined how he had thrown her to the ground, fumbled under her skirt and roughly pulled down her panties, all the while holding both her wrists in her other hand and forcing his groin into her.

An odd, unknown, tingling sensation rose in my tummy. While reading the same chapter for the third time, I unconsciously ground my groin into the mattress. A surge of heat rose from between my legs. Without my knowing, a powerful feeling of lust rose inside me, the unfamiliar sensation begging me to put my hands there.

That night was the first night I had ever masturbated. It was wonderful, though come the morning I felt extremely guilty. I didn't mention it to anyone through out the whole day and when, that evening, my father used the rape threat on me before I went out, my heart fluttered and for the second time ever I felt that tingle between my thighs.

I didn't mention my fantasy to anyone for quite a few years. Despite my attempts at hinting to my first serious boyfriend, he wouldn't even hold my wrists the way I imagined I'd like. When I started getting serious with Sean - my one and only shag - I found that, in just the same way, he wouldn't be rough with me. That changed when it became apparent to me that he was definitely the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I found I wanted to tell him about everything - my one attempt at suicide with my best mate, my alternative beliefs, my perceived sexuality... and my rape fantasy. The rape fantasy was the last thing I told him, and I chickened out and told him by text message. His reply was something I wasn't expecting. It was along the lines of "Lots of women have that fantasy, maybe we'll try it out one day" and was the start of our exploration into rough play. Perhaps by my telling him that fantasy, he knew it was okay to be a little rough with me. And here we are some two years later, maintaining a S&M Blog.


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Friday, September 01, 2006

Twisty games

10:30 am: Mel wakes up. "Hmmm... It's Thursday today, mustn't forget to post our HNT photo"

12 noon: "Yep. I know, it's getting late. I'll just go check Os's site and see who else has posted already today."

12 midnight: Mel puts the last touches on the new BlogStormz! site, ready to show Artful Dodger. The new BlogStormz! isn't going live until the 2nd BTW.

1:30 am: "Shit! It's Thursday! I'd better get up the photo before it's too late! Damn. I am late, it's Friday already. Oh well..."

I hope you enjoy my belated photo*, dear readers.

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