A Perfect Pedicure

It has been a long day and I really want to be pampered. You will do this for me won’t you dear?

Thank you. I knew you would.

First I will sit in the big leather chair in the living room and you will kneel right here by my feet.

Slip one shoe off of me, and then the other. Oh, that feels so good after a long day at work. The patent leather heels are warm from me wearing them all day. You can smell the leather. Go ahead stick your nose in and take a deep breath, you know you want to, don’t be shy around me. Leather and woman is such a lovely combination.

Ok, that is enough. This is about me and there is more to do.

Reach up under my skirt and undo the garters on my black silk stockings, slowly now, this should always be a sensuous thing. Feel how warm my thighs are above the smooth cool silk. One, two, three, four little clasp hold up the delicate stockings topped with lace. Do each one carefully. Now, pull the stockings from me. Slowly, so slow it gives me goose bumps feeling the silk slide from my legs. Oh… that is so nice.

Now, go get the foot bath and fill it with warm water, pour in the bath salts and a little scented oil. I do love vanilla, or roses, either will do tonight. Test the water first, not too hot, not too cold. That’s a good boy, you look after me so well. Gather up the other essentials, the buffer for my heels, polish remover, clippers and files for my nails, lotions for my legs, warm towels and a pretty new color of polish. Oh, and do bring me a glass of wine.

That is lovely.

Ease my feet into the water. Take a cloth and gently wash them. Now one at a time put them on the towel that is across your lap. Remove the old polish, trim and file my nails just perfectly, you know how I like them, rounded gently. Now, rub the buffer across the soles, my heels and the balls of my feet and then it is time for the lotion.

I so enjoy this part. Your strong hands rubbing from my toes all the way up my calves. Take your time. That is it, Oh god that feels so good. One foot is resting in your lap and I can feel you getting hard just there under my toes. The other foot is in your hands. Bliss.

I wiggle the toes in your lap and you sigh. You rub the arch of my foot in your hand and I sigh. Oh, so nice.

Now dear my feet are lovely clean and pampered and almost ready for polish, but they do need just a bit more attention before you paint them to perfection. Lift my foot to your mouth and slowly take one toe at a time and show me how much you adore what I offer to you. Suck and lick and kiss each toe gently. I will press just a little harder with my other foot there between your legs and you will push against me as you continue to lick and suck. I will laugh a bit as you nip gently at my arch and rub your check again the ball of foot. Then you will switch feet and we will begin this lovely pampering, licking, sucking again.

Oh… but I think you should pull your pants down and show me what has been straining against my foot there in your lap. There you go. So nice. And my feet still soft and slick with lotion. Put both my feet in your lap. Put some more of that rose scented lotion there on your hard cock between my arches. Hush now… my turn to pamper you… see doesn’t that feel good my feet on either side of your hard cock?

Oh… it feels so good to me. I love when you give me this kind of control. You there on your knees, your eyes closed, your cock hard between my soft feet. Oh, baby, yes… move your hips for me… slide your cock in-between that valley where my arches come together. That is it… oh, I can feel you getting closer I love the way you moan my name.

Please Miss Honey, please I need to cum. Oh, god please.

And I press my feet tighter around your swollen cock. I feel you tremble beneath me, so beautiful as you give it all to me.

Oh, god please… you offer again… as I say simply… yes… cum for me.

And you do, gasping, crying, shaking with the release… oh… that is my boy… so sexy when you do it just as I like. And cumming all over my pretty toes, well now, you will need to clean that all up so that we can finish. Go on now… bend your head down and lick my toes clean. Oh… I do adore this part, shows me just how much you care.

Finish up now, I still need the polish on so we can go out tonight.

You were such a very, very good boy. Thank you dear, for the perfect pedicure.

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HNT - Feeling Blue

Practice Makes Me Hot

So I left my day job and started my night job today.

But on the way home I thought I would practice a bit. Called Hubby like I do everyday to say I was leaving work and on my way home. But about three minutes into the conversation I switched on Miss Honey.

"So, what is your fantasy?"

He laughed. Like, laughed out loud. And then informed me I knew all his fantasies and was most of them. I don't think he quite understood the direction I expected the conversation to go.

"I need practice. I am going to be talking to men about their desires. Could you go along to get along dearest?"

Then he laughed again. Though it seemed to be more of a nervous laugh.

"Hello what would you like to share with me today?"

Then the bastard threw me a line that made me laugh. In his best pervy voice he asked, "So, what are you wearing?"

Sigghhhh... this wasn't going as planned. But I persevered and answered his question. Then started asking him a few of my own. And he started getting into it rather than just being a silly goof-ball. By the end of the fifteen minute conversation. We had both gotten into the fun and erotic aspect of talking dirty. He said to me at the end, "Wow... you are sexy on the phone."

I think I will take that as a compliment. :)

So if you are interested in being my first call... just click there on that little icon below... I probably won't even hang up if you ask me what I am wearing.

The New Boy

He was curious. Brought to the party with a friend. You could feel from him desire and trepidation at the same time. I unzipped my toy bag and he was like a moth to a flame as I pulled out a few items.

"What is that?"

"What do you do with that?"

"Which one of those hurts more?"

And I answered all his questions, as they tumbled from him. And I smiled and allowed his curiosity to be sated with just my words. Somehow my sadistic reputation has grown and he seemed genuinely to fear me when the questions first began, but my smile and real answers seem to soothe those fears. And then he mingled, seeing some of the scenes that had begun.

One girl was getting her breasts bound. Lovely rope harness that left her sensitive to every touch. One boy straddled the spanking bench while his Daddy (used in the Dominant sense) took a flogger to his back. One girl stood bound on the cross, leather cuffs clipped to chains as a cane made welts from thigh upward. He watched this, I watched him for a while watching this. There is such a powerful thing watching someone take all this that is new and erotic in. Absorbing it all, understanding that no one at the party is judging anyone for sharing what they desire. Seeing that after the pain, or the pleasure those two people snuggle on the couch or kiss there in the corner making sure both are pleased with what just occurred.

Later after I had shared with the sweet but entirely masochistic girl who I so enjoy. After I had hurt her just the way she and I enjoy I moved into the other room and he stood there offering to me that he liked watching.

"Would you like to do more than watch?"

His head bowed just a bit, his eyes looked up at me and in just a whisper he said, "Yes, please."

I lead him to the spanking bench in the other room. It sat where the dining table usually was. The room was open to the living room and about six or seven people sat on the couch casually watching. He asked for a blindfold as he climbed onto the bench and one was slipped over his eyes. I whispered soft words into his ear, then began.

Forty-five minutes later he moaned so nicely as I again whispered in his ear letting him know we were done. I was honored to be his first.

Grrrrr etc...

Still waiting for NiteFlirt to approve my profile so I can begin this new journey. I wonder if the issue is I am just not naughty enough. Maybe I am too naughty. Maybe I need to use another word other than naughty. Perhaps kinky, dirty, slutty... no, sorry, like naughty.

So I wait, wait to talk dirty, kinky, naughty... more than that I will talk without judgement. It is what I bring to the table. I open myself up to those who feel they may not be understood in their own everyday life and offer acceptance. I can not read a mind, but I can tell when you have something you need to share. That secret that you are scared to expose, perhaps you will offer it to me. I think we all need to be accepted for what we desire. I believe that there is no wrong in wanting something outside the "norm." My only frustration is that NiteFlirt does have a list of things they won't let me discuss. Sighhhhh.

While this statement seems reasonable, "Niteflirt specifically prohibits any listings, mail or conversations that contain content related to bestiality, rape sex, incest, sex with graphic violence or degradation, excretory functions, bodily fluids, fisting and any other content which may be judged as obscene." Well... yes, but... you can't call me Mommy. You can't talk about bodily fluids, that cuts out a bit of fetish. Graphic violence or degradation, that is a bit vague and since I like to hurt not sure what exactly I am allowed there. But that last bit... about other content which may be judged as obscene... well hell, my grandma thinks french kissing is obscene, so grrrrr and etc.

I do look forward to this, just don't care for the waiting.

Let the Rain Come

Dark and quiet in the very early morning. The world is still around me. He breathes softly next to me. I reach my hand to him, feeling his warmth. He sighs a little as I stroke the skin of his back, from neck to waist. I turn to him and fit my hips against the curve of him, thigh against thigh, knee tucked in tight. Then with just a whisper I hear the rain begin.

It is so soft at first against the roof. We two are all alone in the small trailer here in the mountains. There is a darkness that is velvet and inky, it surrounds us. So seldom do we experience this much dark at home in the city. Little by little the rain grows. Little by little I stroke his skin harder and more. Down his side, then I reach around and stroke his chest, the pads of my fingers soft at first then I curve my fingers and let my nails drag a bit, then a bit harder down lower and lower. His sigh is deeper now. The rain falls harder now. He turns to me, kisses me full on the mouth, his hand running down my side.

"Will you stand with me outside in the rain?"

And so we slip on shoes but nothing else. And the rain falls through the canopy of the trees, huge oaks gather it on their palm shaped leaves and when it is too heavy to hold any longer they let spill down to the waiting earth. We step away from the doorway, away from the one small light on in the trailer that casts a soft glow out into the deep darkness. We stand together, warm naked bodies pressed chest to chest, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. And the rain is soft on our skin, our hair, our faces. We stand together and each turn our faces up to the falling rain. He stretches his hands up and out. I take my hands and touch him, feel him. From chest, to shoulder. Strong muscles pulled taut as he holds the pose. His hips press against me harder. His sex swells and I feel it against mine. My hands continue out along the plane of his outstretched arms until my hands reach his, my fingers curl against his palms. My face I press against his chest, that too now wet with the softly falling rain. Our skin where pressed together is hot, our skin where the rain has made us slick and wet is cool.

He curls his arms down and around me, his hands run down my rain wet back and lower still until he cups my ass pulling my hips even tighter to his swollen cock.

I kiss his lips again, open my mouth easily to him and taste this man I know with everything I am.

"Take me inside and make love to me."

Talk to Me...

You know one thing that makes me happy? I love to get to know kinky, naughty people. I so enjoy fantasies, and sharing in erotic ways. It is one of the main reasons I love to blog, because I so enjoy the interaction with the wonderful variety of people who are exploring their sensuality.


You know one thing that stresses me? Money issues.


And so in the interest of less stress and more happy I have made a decision. I will begin a new journey of discovery and exploration and offer my honeyed self to those who have a desire to talk to me. Yes, and I will be doing it for... gassssppppp... money.


I feel I have a valuable skill to offer to those looking for such a service. Wait, that sentence seemed to be wanting to justify my decision, and I don't need to do that to you who care about me and understand this is a well thought out decision do I? Oh, probably as I am as human and vulnerable to the slings and arrows of condemnation as the next kinky person. Well, let me be honest. Overcoming the perceived social stigma of offering to talk about sex and getting paid to do so has not been an easy decision. Isn't it funny where we draw the lines some days?


If there is one skill I bring to the table... errrr... phone... it is that I don't judge. You like to wear panties, I will help you pick out the best style to cover your cute cock. You want to be spanked, I will send you to the kitchen to grab a wooden spoon while I wait. Oh, you want something naughtier, well talk to me, let's explore your desire to roll around in lime jello while I quote the balcony scene from Romeo & Juliet. (Googling Shakespeare to get the balcony scene from R&J.)


So where did I draw the line in this decision?


Pros

• Talking naughty is something I enjoy.
• Getting paid to do something I enjoy seems a nice idea.
• The economy isn't great and extra $ in the bank is always a good thing.
• I like people and getting to know them on an intimate level has always intrigued me.

Cons

• Time, time, time... let's be honest sitting waiting for the phone to ring can be boring. God I hope I don't have to wait long.
• Marketing... having to sell a product that is me is a bit daunting.
• Jerks... in researching this decision, this has me the most concerned. Talking to people I just don't like may be a challenge, and a guy who wants 2 minutes just to jerk off... sighhh.
• Day Job... yes, I still have one. So that means two jobs and one that will require late nights.

So I am, as I often do, diving into the deep end and seeing if I will sink or do a lovely back stroke (breast stroke?). I have signed up at NiteFlirt.com and will in just a day or two have a button here for you (any you that wants to) give me a call. My final decision was made like this. I enjoy talking dirty for free, there are people who want to pay for that service, seems like a win/win to me. And if nothing else, it should make for some interesting blog posts.

A Few of My Toys

My new cute bag and a pile of play toys.

Some are gifts, some made, some bought, some inherited...

all have a purposed... see anything you want to try?

Well Gloved

As much as I do admire some there on my sidebar who are able to live a D/s lifestyle 24/7 with their partners it is not my life. My husband is kinky, naughty, fun, wonderful... but not my submissive. He will serve me out of care and love, but not in a submissive way. We may enjoy a bit of bondage, the occasional spanking and he is always willing to let me test my new toys on his cute ass, but has no real concept of sub space, will never be into humiliation play, or any of the more edgy stuff I may want to experience. Our life daily is loving, caring and primarily vanilla with a bit of a caramel swirl and a few candy sprinkles (to abuse the metaphor to its sweetest).

So when I moved from just sharing with people online to real life that, as you can imagine, was a major transition for both of us.

When I first began exploring all that I might desire it started with erotica, reading and writing. Then I joined a website where you chatted with people. Didn't really love that as it all seemed about cyber sex and that just didn't do much for me. So I found another site where I would post tasks for submissives who were also part of the site to do and report on. I found this interaction stimulating and certainly inspiring. The give and take, the exchange was significant. Some were disappointing, but many people and experiences I shared with in this way were wonderful. It was about this time that I began this blog.

In sharing at the tasking site I did make some real and wonderful friends and with several I began interacting via IM. This led to four significant online D/s relationships. And if you are so inclined you can go back and read some of my older posts and see the structure of them. Although I do have to say, I do not kiss and tell all of what I share. I tend to tease you a bit with this and that. Writing often in third person that allows a bit of the fantasy aspect of these posts to twist around you as you read. As is true often with any relationship there is always change, and online is no different. Some of these relationships have ended, some have transformed, but all were wonderful for what they were, when they were.

But these relationship, the exchanges, the emotions, the passion were and are very real. This is just not the exchange of fantasy, but submission in a real and tangible way. The Internet as it has evolved has allowed for all new ways to communicate and share. With IM chat, with cameras, with voice chat, emailed instructions, online journaling. You can touch a mind in so many sexy ways. And my directions being executed even thousands of miles away is still a powerful erotic thing. The submission I am offered, the pain that is endured, the sharing of desires... all of it is wonderful.

But I always knew I wanted more. And Hubby and I up to that point had discussed and shared all of this. And one day someone pointed me to a social networking website FetLife . And I dove in deep into that pool. And it was only a matter of a couple months before someone posted about having a group get together (also called a munch) local. And deeper I dove, dragging my very good natured Hubby along with me. And the surprise of that first meeting... these were nice people. Only four of us at that first meeting. But we sat in the small local bar and shared stories and experiences (or in my case lack of experiences) and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. And after that, meeting more people. And then more. And then, actual play with people who had a wealth of experience and willingness to share. And friendships and more friendships and all sorts of naughty, floggers and whips, paddles and canes, electricity, foot worship, spanking benches and crosses, clubs and private homes, and the wax, and the needles. I have tried and experienced and gone with flow whatever that might be. Each step of the way, Hubby and I talk. We decided what will be okay for us and for our marriage.

Many of you may find this hard to believe, but somehow he is more comfortable with me sharing with a female rather than a male. Gloves, that is where we are at now with the whole sharing with a boy issue. If I am going to play with a boy, and I am, have, will, do, Hubby has asked that I wear gloves. This is a symbolic gesture that I can certainly comply with, the theory being that my hands should only touch him. Some reason the gloves aren't necessary when I stroke a girl's pretty ass. Oh, and no penetrative sex with a male... either way, giving or receiving. That is another one that he has asked of me. And I will respect that request.

It is forever evolving and such an interesting time in our lives. While Hubby isn't always the most talkative man, he will share his feelings with me honestly. Our communication is always honest and open. And what he does say, I listen to. That is so vitally important in any relationship, but when exploring outside the "norm" the need does seem to grow exponentially.

Do I want more? Well sure, I am greedy and dominant. I read some of the blogs and feel acute envy at not being able to have a submissive in all the ways I desire. But, having a happy, healthy relationship with Hubby is more important than anything else. We all make compromises. I am honest with those I do share in a BDSM way with about the limitations I have and on what I can offer. We all make choices, and I allow anyone I might play with, have a relationship with know exactly what their choices are with me.

And so, this Saturday, I will wear gloves when spanking his cute ass.

On my way...

All ready for today's play party. Unfortunately the boy who was supposed to meet me had an unavoidable issue and won't be able to make it. Well no huge worries there as there are several friends going to be there and plenty of willing submissives to play with. My toy bag is all packed with the new toys I have made the last couple weeks. Am looking forward to using them and seeing how they can cause a few moans.

See you all soon.