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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Full Moon Rising

“It’s not just werewolves you have to worry about on the full moon…”

Mmm, Mina… I’ve missed your skin... and your heart beat…” Vyvyan purred, nuzzling between Mina’s tits, tweaking the nipples of the girl below her. Vyvyan’s hips twisted and pressed into Mina’s cunt, already starting to swell and dampen. “I’ve been thinking about your cunt and tight ass every night for the past two weeks, thinking of how sweet you taste, and how you twitch around my fingers…” The bashful girl blushed, moaning at her partner’s ministrations, her back arching slightly to press against Vyv’s body.
“R-really Sir? I… I didn’t think I was that interesting or sexy to be thought of quite that much…”
“Of course, you silly little slut! And I come so hard when I masturbate, thinking of you. How much I want to hurt you and please you and have my way with you. Knowing how much you love getting fucked by me makes it all the better!” Vyvyan teased, pinching the girl’s nipples hard, bucking hard against Mina’s swollen cunt.
Mina turned her head, biting her lip and blushing an even deeper shade. “Oh… well… I do love you fucking me-” She was cut off by Vyvyan’s lips pressing hard into hers, a tongue penetrating her soft mouth and biting a little too roughly at her bottom lip. She yelped in surprise, and pain.
“Don’t play that game. You know how much of a slut you are, Mina. You want me to fill you up and not stop until I’m satisfied, don’t you?” Mina’s only reply was to whimper, pressing her hips back into Vyvyan’s. But as she bucked, Mina felt something that she didn’t think was there before… perhaps she just didn’t notice…
“Sir? I don’t mean to be rude… but are you packing?” Vyvyan had a habit of packing hir underwear with a softpack, but what Mina felt was a bit… studier than she remember the pack feeling like. But that must have been her silliness getting to her head. But when Vyv raised hir head to look at Mina, the gloss quickly left hir eyes and s/he pulled back quickly, shuffling around and cursing.
“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck! Damnit, not now… go away!” Vyvyan was pulling at their pants, fidgeting and looking rather bizarre from behind, messing with hir crotch.
“I-I’m sorry Sir! I didn’t mean to upset you! It doesn’t bother me, you know that… I just wasn’t sure… and I didn’t notice before so I… I was just wondering… fuck I’m sorry Sir! Please don’t make me go…” Mina sat up to reach at her partner, unsure of what was happening but blaming herself for whatever it was that was upsetting hir. Vyvyan twisted hir torso quickly to comfort Mina, but still keeping hir lower half turned away.
“No! No sweetheart. You stay there. Everything… everything’s fine. Um, kind of… it’s not you! Don’t worry. Just… bloody hell, give me a minute, okay?” Vyvyan turned hir attention back to hir bits, fussing and cussing.
“But… what’s wrong? Can I do something? Did I do something wrong? If you don’t want to mess around anymore, I understand… please, what can I do to make you feel better?” Mina pleaded, going to stroke her lover’s leg.
Vyvyan muttered to hirself. “For fuck’s sake… Well, Button, um, I did something a bit silly a month or two ago… and… damnit, it would be easier to just show you…” Vyvyan turned around, pants unzipped with hir unders pulled down, stretching against a rather large cock. It was pierced up and down, hard and already oozing precum. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… but there are issues…”
Mina’s eyes were wide, and she pulled back a little in shock before crawling a little closer to look. “It’s so big! And look at all the metal! But… but Sir, what the hell?! You didn’t have this the last few times I saw you!”
Vyvyan rolled hir eyes, trying to press the bulging member back into hir pants. “You would be rather unabashed about me suddenly growing a bio-cock… What the hell indeed. This all seems so bizarre, but… Well, you know the legends about incubus? Um… turns out they’re true. I met one at a kink party, and I sort of made a pact with one? My transformations can only happen on the full moon, hence the lack of cock the past few times I’ve seen you.” They scoffed, biting their lip. “He thought it was hilarious, a female wanting to be an incubus instead of succubus, but- nnhhaaah! What are you doing?!” Vyvyan was cut off; Mina was busying herself with pawing at the bulge in Vyv’s pants.
“But it’s perfect! Now you have the cock you’ve always wanted!! Oh Sir, I don’t care about how wildly unbelievable it is, but- This. Is. Awesome!” Mina fell into a fit of squeals. “Please take it back out! I want to see it more!”
Vyvyan pulled back a little, torn by how good the petting already felt and getting hir point across. “Mina! This isn’t a game! There are consequences! Consequences I didn’t really think through at the chance of having a badass cock... But I want you to know everything before you dive into this. I… I start to transform every time I decide to use my cock, and just as the incubus does, it will take some of your energy. Not all, thank fuck, but more than I usually take out of you. And, well, I dunno, it goes to the demons or whatever.” Vyvyan grabbed Mina’s face, pulling her gaze upwards from the bulge. “Mina! Pay attention and look at my eyes, not my cock! You have to become tied to me if you’re my usual prey, so that it doesn’t kill you. It’s a serious decision… I mean I know we’ve been together for over a year and a half now, but this is your life force I’m talking about. Do you understand? You’ll have to sign a contract in blood and everything… which I know sounds pretty awesome to a cute little goth girl like you, but… ugh, fuck, this sounds so dumb and not seductive at all. But you get what I mean right?” Mina nodded as much as she could in her owner’s grasp.
“Yes, Sir… I understand, really I do… but please can I play with it now? Please?” She pouted, her large tits squished together to look as needy as possible. Vyvyan tried to raise an eyebrow and look harsh, but gods, the heat in hir loins was starting to give hir a headache. Hir cock needed release, badly.
“You must promise to be a good girl, and not be frightened, alright? I… grow horns, and a tail, and sometimes my wings sprout… and- fuck I need you!” Vyvyan pushed Mina roughly down as she yelped, spreading the eager girl’s legs to get at her wet cunt.
Vyvyan’s fingers pressed against Mina’s clit, spreading her lips before delving between the folds. Mina’s back arched before Vyvyan’s hand wrapped around her neck to hold her down. Vyvyan’s hand pumped as hir fingers flexed, pressing roughly against the girl’s swollen g-spot. Mina moaned and gasped at the insistence, but her hips swayed in pleasure. Vyvyan released the girl’s throat while hir head dipped, licking at the sweet juices already coming from Mina’s cunt. Vyv’s now free hand tugged at hir pants’ zipper to free hir new instrument. S/he stroked a few times, enjoying the feel of metal ridging the base of hir cock, the retracted foreskin, and the ring piercing the head. Mina was right- hir cock was perfect for them.
Just as Mina was really panting, begging to be fucked harder, Vyvyan removed hir fingers. Mina raised her head in shock, pouting harder than ever with the lack of filling. “Aww, pet. I thought you wanted to play with me?” Vyvyan pressed down the girl’s thighs, straddling her ribs and placing hir cock between her ample breasts. “Now I can really tit fuck you… won’t this be fun?!” Vyvyan snickered evilly, drizzling some lube between Mina’s breasts. “Go on, squish your delicious tits together for me…”
Mina looked up, desire practically dripping from her eyes as she did as instructed. “Oh Sir… use me, please! I only wish to please you.”
“Spoken like a true slut. You are the sweetest…” Vyvyan began to thrust between the pale, supple flesh, moans lightly emanating from their lips. Mina’s breasts were perfect for this sport- large enough to fully envelop Vyvyan’s cock, and so soft. Vyvyan thought to hirself that s/he would be very lucky if Mina’s cunt felt this delicious. Looking down at Mina through the haze of sex, Vyvyan slapped her on the cheek. The girl’s face looked so sweet and eager, it was the only proper thing to do. Mina gave a tiny yelp, then a moan before dipping her head to lap at the tip of the cock protruding at the crest of her breasts. Vyvyan gasped and fell forward over her. “Jesus fuck, Mina… I’m so sensitive.”
Mina giggled in a devilish way of her own before popping the whole head of the cock into her mouth, lips tight and tongue swirling. Vyvyan moaned loudly and bucked, forcing more of the cock in. “Oh gods… oh gods!” Vyvyan grabbed the girl’s hair, pulling her off before s/he flipped to lay on the bed and forced her mouth right back onto the twitching dick. “That’s it… take it… you love sucking my cock, don’t you pet?”
Mina could only reply with a whimper, trying to focus on the task at hand. The piercings weren’t anything she was used to, and something extra to pay attention to. She dipped a hand between Vyvyan’s legs to fondle hir balls like any decent playmate would, but was instead met with wetness. Mina’s eyes went wide as she looked up at Vyvyan, pulling her head from her task. “Wait… you have both?!”
Vyvyan grinned wide, then chuckled. “As much as I’ve wanted a cock, you don’t think I would give up my cunt, given the option, do you? Now get back to work!” Vyvyan grabbed a fistful of Mina’s hair and roughly pushed the girl’s mouth onto her cock, going as deep as possible. Mina gagged and choked before Vyvyan let up a little, but pushed herself back down deep as she pressed a slender finger into Vyvyan’s wet cunt. Vyvyan gasped loudly and bucked wildly, pressing the large cock even deeper down Mina’s throat. The girl’s eyes watered and she pulled up and panted for air before licking at the rungs of piercings and wrapping her free hand around the base of the cock. Mina’s other hand flexed fingers to press at Vyvyan’s spot deep inside. Mina always thought Vyv made the most amazing faces while they were being pleasured, and the extra organ only seemed to make it better. As Mina watched her lover’s face, she noticed bumps were starting to form each side of hir mohawk. Mina grinned while the horns grew.
“Sir, it seems you must be rather horny right now… am I doing a good job?” The bratty girl chuckled as her owner blinked hir eyes open, confused and obviously awash in pleasure.
Vyvyan panted hir response. “Huh… what do you think? I think it’s… apparent that you’re doing… an amazing job.” Mina stopped her ministrations on Vyv’s cock to pet the horns. “Oh, I warned you… didn’t I?”

To be continued...

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Valentine’s/ Steak and a BJ Day Fun times!

So, because we’re bad at schedules, Arti and I haven’t seen each other for about a month. Waaah! So we combined Valentine’s and Steak and a BJ Day and Pi Day and St. Patrick’s Day. Imma tell you how awesome this weekend has been so far, starting with Thursday night. Spoilers: There’s gonna be lots of sex!

Friday, June 8, 2012

Here's your random post! Including a lot about digital D.s

So I'm sitting here bored at work, and I feel like writing. About what, I'm not sure yet. Probably bitching about D/s and how it's tough being a switch.

Sorry again for how spastic my writing is, single reader. I'm usually too busy dealing with you <3 But for the other random readers that stumble upon this blog, I shall endeavor to regale you with my sexy story time. (Yes, I talk like this in real life. I'm a derp.)

I guess I'll go with the topic I cited up there. D/s. And how I'm nitpicky and a brat and a dumb perfectionist.

Surprisingly, I put a huge amount of work into my D/s relationship with Artemis. I handmade her collar out of chainmail, picked a weave that allowed for four different sorts of rings so that both of our colours were represented, and went through dozens of collaring ceremony examples and vows (including wedding vows, weird!!) to come up with our ceremony and my own vows, printing examples for her to write her own, and booking us into a BDSM Chateau in upstate NY for a night. Yeah... I think that's a lot. Especially for just her training collar. Not even her slave collar. Gods, I don't know what I'll do to up the stakes on that. But that's for at least a year from now, probably more. And now that I've worried myself about it, I'll probably be starting preparations after she goes home this weekend. Oi vey. I make so many messes for myself.

But back to my hard work. I have also set up accounts for myself, Artemis, and Oz on Astrid, which is an awesome to-do list app that I use between us all for D/s stuff. I set up Gmail accounts for us to have specifically for kinky things. Which also includes google calendar so that we can all share our calendars and know who will be coming along to what conventions and so on and so forth. I assigned Arti all of her tasks, I assigned Oz a few research ideas, and Oz will eventually be assigning me my tasks. Eventually. Some day. Maybe.

Arti has her rules set to remind her of each one once weekly, some daily (like to read her affirmations), and her schedules (like maid services and drawing). When I think she's mastered a rule, I remove it from reminders. [As cute as the little Astrid octopus is, she's a little jerk sometimes!!]
I periodically update Arti's rules and schedules. I edit them in Astrid and send her copies in Evernote, which is a very easy to use and helpful note app. Arti and I have shared Emergency Information on there, as well as wishlists for gifts and other such fun things that are useful to reference.

Again. That seems like a lot of invested work for a Dom. I'm aware that the addition of being in a loving, caring, romantic relationship adds fuel to me wishing to provide the best experience for her, and I don't hold an isolated D/s relationship to this standard. And I'm not complaining about the work I do. I'm showing this as an example of the work Oz isn't (to my knowledge) doing.

I understand that I have everything set up already, and there isn't much left to cover without repeating, so I've done a lot of the nitty gritty setup. That's cool. But damn it if I don't feel like he's totally leaving me out of all of this. I didn't just pull Arti's rules off a Fetlife forum. I talked to her. Found out what she'd like to improve about herself. What's she's uncomfortable with. What her work schedule is like. Adjusted her cleaning schedule when she moved into a new apartment. Cuz, I dunno, maybe it's just me, but if I'm doing D/s as a relationship, I want it to progress. Grow. Be organic and unhindered and not just some cookie cutter spanking and memorizing positions while your Dom watches TV. I want to help Artemis become what  she wants to be, as much as what -I- want her to be, like a crazy fisting slut. We both get something out of this. It's a shared experience.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to mess with anyone's power dynamic. But I want to know that -I- was the one to facilitate her growing into herself, becoming happy because of the influence -I- had on her life, and that she ends up ultimately being better for having given herself to -me- completely.

But maybe I'm just a crazy dyke with too many feels.

So we'll see what happens with Oz. We'll see if he's actually just an awesome interrogator spy who has be sucking brain waves out of my head while I sleep in his basement. I'll update you guys.
Until then, wish me luck that I won't have to shake him out of being a stereotypical Twuest Dick Dominate.

Also, updated the Players page a little.

Saturday, April 14, 2012


I'm pretty sick of everything right now. Can it just be summer please? I don't want to deal with everything anymore. I don't want to be taking care of 4 different people. I don't want to be playing baby sitter or therapist or taxi anymore. I'm a person. Why can't I be treated like one? Or at least get freaking paid for my services. Seriously...

Thursday, March 15, 2012

So I'm still bad at blogging...

But I promise to get better. I've generally been off the internet as a whole besides tumblr for a while now. I'm trying to get back into Twitter, and also with Fetlife. Maybe Facebook, but that's not all that fun or interesting or interactive. Wah.

So anyway. I want to write today about my horrible hygiene and my room being a total mess.

Alright. I don't shower that often. I don't feel comfortable disclosing just how often that is, plus I don't really know. I don't keep track. I shower when I feel dirty, or am visibly dirty. Like if I went playing in the mud, or after larping. I take baths for pleasure and not hygiene. I don't have a bath at home. If I did, I would be what others deem "more clean". It has really never been something that bothers me. I use wet wipes on my nether bits, and I clean my face nearly every night. I should probably wash my feet more, but that's Arti's job. :P
I also don't brush my teeth. Like, ever. Barely monthly. Which I know is awful and IS something I need to fix and I'm working on it. Again, I have no self-motivation. I would very much like rules and stuff from one of my lover boys, but that's just not happening for whatever reason. And I feel like a jerk telling Arti that she needs to clean her teeth, although I haven't made it a rule yet because I feel so hypocritical about it. So. Yeah. If anyone wants to give me rules and inspections, hit me up.

Other than my body issues, I live in clutter. I VERY RARELY have food in my room. And when I do, I take the plates/bowls down immediately, or the morning after if it's a late night snack. I somehow forget about popcorn bags for centuries though, as I feed the kernels to my ratties. So that's about the only thing I have in my room food wise, except for scant amounts of chocolate that I have hidden around the room. That's my main problem- I forget things. I honestly believe I have a memory problem, but I don't know if that's something that can be fixed, so I don't bother talking to doctors about it. Maybe I should... but back on the topic at hand. I pile things. I hoard. I really like pillows. I really like craft supplies. These are the things that take up most of my room. There is literally a one foot wide path to my bed and that's it. I can't even open my door all the way.
And my boyfriend, Oz, isn't really okay with that. Which is totally cool with my parents.
So he's at my place while I work today, cleaning out my stuff. Which really is mostly pillows, clothes, bins of stuff (which I just don't get around to putting in the attic) and bedding. Lots of pillows and bedding. I have a Queen size bed, and I really think I get separation anxiety when I'm away from people, so I bundle up pillow and blankets on the other side of the bed that I cuddle into. Aww. Gay. Whatever. Badass dykes can have feelings too.

So that's what's happening today and tomorrow. Oz is cleaning my room while I'm at work. And Arti might be able to come by tomorrow and Saturday and complete the daunting task. I really am not worried as I trust Oz with my things and he (should?) know how much value I hold in my possessions. Which is dumb and materialistic and maybe I'm borderline hoarder but whatever. I really value the gifts I've been given because I know they cost money and money requires hard work and I feel blessed that so many people feel that my happiness is worth their hard work. Again, more gay feelings.

So that's this blog post. I'm dirty and grimy and so Renaissance/ Post-apocalyptic, but my significant others like my parents and want to clean my room. God speed, kids.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Needles and scalpels and staples... oh my!

Alright, so I got a bit carried away on Amazon after my grandparents and uncle bought me a bunch of gift cards for my birthday and Christmas. And of course, I forgot to private-ize my KINK! wishlist on Amazon before the holiday season. Hopefully no one went hunting on my wishlists...

Obviously, I had a lot of things saved up already that I wanted. My gift cards quickly went to leather care books for Artemis so that she can learn to bootblack (I have so many leather boots), gas masks (another crazy fetish, but also apocalyptic props!)... and vet tools. Yes, needles, scalpels, staples, sutures... all of them are under vet care. Which is great, because I don't need to provide any sort of doctor note or proof or diploma. So I loaded up on those. A 100ct box of needles, three 35ct staplers, and a 10ct box of scalpels. No sutures... yet :3

I've used about a dozen of my needles, on others and on myself. It's weird to me how much I enjoy receiving needles. I never thought I would be into the feeling of getting them, but it's pretty addicting. I have plans for a scene where I get lots of needles stuck in around my joints for bind-free bondage. I like mental fucks like that :3
I've used 2 of my staplers already. I'm addicted to staples. Sadly they're the most expensive of the bunch, but they're well worth it. Especially at the Amazon prices. They're a really great rush with less of the blood (sometimes) and pain of needles, and they look really freaking awesome. I'm in love with stage/sfx makeup, and the staples add this really awesome dimension to my work. But more on that in the next post~
None of the scalpels have been used yet. Mainly because my sexy time sessions involve too much fighting and moving around with the boy and my girl is just too damn delicate <3 We have to work on her veins being punctured. I'm not really sure what it is, but every time she has blood taken for real doctor stuff, her arm goes dead and that makes me sad. So I'm a bit hesitant with cutting her up, which I'm sure she thinks I'm silly for. But once the scalpels are used, I'll be sure to write about it here! I'm really excited for them :D

Maybe I should talk more about why I love this... genre(?) of kink/fetish/bdsm tools.
In a word: blood.
I'm horrifically obsessed with it. I love drawing it, I love it being drawn, I love playing with it, I love looking at it, I love drinking it, I love it being drank, I love my own, I love others' (if they're safe and consenting). I've been fascinated by blood for as long as I can remember. Not necessarily turned on by it until vampires came into my life, but fascinated. I still am fascinated, if it's not a sexy situation. Like just this past Monday I had blood drawn for my 3-month STI screening (Always safe!!), and I watch every time, blood leaping into the tubes... Which is also weird, because I get faint when I see those real life ER shows with surgery and stuff. But I have hardcore sympathy pains, so I think that's the main issue, not the blood. So... yeah. That.

It's a great thrill for me, knowing I'm giving or getting access to someone's life force. I put a lot of commitment and care and terror and importance on blood. If you mess up, there are serious consequences. There is a ridiculous amount of trust involved with drawing and consuming blood. I think it's one of the only things I hold inherently intimate. That's why it's hard to find a partner for blood play, in my opinion. I'm terribly lucky to have found Artemis, who has very similar ideals and fantasies involving blood, mainly vampire roles. She is more than eager to feed me and keep me satiated, but she's just so damn delicate that I enjoy teasing myself with her. Lol self-domination. Oz is a mix of the sensual addict and the crazy killer type when it comes to blood. I'm never entirely sure of him (which is a turn-on and accepted part of our dynamic, nothing non-consensual!), so our blood play has been mainly in the fantasy realm. But he has plans, and I'm a bit terrified in a good way~

Whee! That's a blog post! Tell me what you think, single reader who is my girlfriend and probably knows all of this anyway wow I need to get new readers... gonna go put this on tumblr and twitter and maybe people will be interested...

Friday, January 20, 2012

Myth Nonsense!

Just using this as a note space while I'm at work and don't have anywhere to save naughty things. <3

-Poser1111-- hugs, greetings, head scritches, and general friendliness
-Believeitornot-- massage, teh makeouts, exhibitionism, specific tasks, intercourse, spanking/punishment

-GregCuffs -- Would like a bondage slut pet --Devi89
-Stacey-- Believeitornot
-Me-- Andyslut, Poser111