Knickers

A couple of day ago the lovely jayne posted about her knickers. I challenged her with, ‘if you show us yours I’ll show you mine.’

Well here mine are, a selection of my finest fancy pants.

Remote Domination

I’ve had a desire to be submissive for quite some time. I think this comes from trying out most play on myself before I use it on another. I’ve wrapped myself in cling film (glad-wrap) bound my breasts, used spreader bars, used a riding crop, flogger and paddle on my backside, I’ve also dripped candle wax on my thigh and belly to mention just a few. But although I get an idea of what these ‘feel’ like I’ve never really had the feeling of being truly submissive.

Last night I got my first taste. A while ago I met a Dominant man on the internet. We’ve emailed and chatted online. Last night I called him after I sent him a picture of my legs bound in bondage tape while I was wearing stilettos.

He told me to call him Master, so I did, with difficulty at first. He told me attach the collar I had recently purchased to the bondage tape around my knees, which I did. Then he told me to stand up. This action lead me be bent over with backside in the air. He told me to touch myself, through the gag I was wearing (at his instruction) I told him my knees where too tightly together. He told me to push my hand in. I did…I was wetter than I had been for a very long time. After I failed to call him Master he told me he wanted to hear me spank myself. He heard it and told me I had been a good girl and that I could sit down again.

He rang off after only twenty minutes…and I know knew what it felt like to be sub. Will I cope as well in person?

One Night Stand

The results are in. Of the six people that votes in the ‘How many one-night-stand have you had’ survey

4 (66%) have had No One-Night-stands
2 (33%) have had less than five.

I’m not quite sure what the other 1% of you has been up to…but I’m sure it was fun.

Now…take part in the next survey, ‘which do you prefer to use or feel?’

The Panty Sniffers

A couple of years ago I started chatting to a guy on messenger who had a predilection for ladies underwear. Unlike so many he had spoken too before I didn’t call him nasty names when he told me, he was stunned. We still speak. We’ve never met, but that could because he lives on the other side of the continent.

Anyway, his particular fetish ‘causes him a little heart ache because it is rare that he find a lady who will stand to have a guys nose buried in her pants, especially after a day of wearing them. I have sent him a pair in the past, accompanied with a little note about what I did while wearing them. He loved it, or so he has lead me to believe.

I thought he was a rarity until recently when I met another, here in Sydney. And this one I actually met. I won’t be seeing him again though because he was very short and had a girlfriend that he failed to tell me about.

A Question of Manners

So I’ve had mjany a good time with Mr. Clingfilm and communications continued for a while after, then everything went quiet. The last message was how much he was looking forward to our next game.

I don’t know if I should be worried (see PS), did I read too much into the almost instant responses to texts and emails? Or should I resolve myself to fact that he wasn’t that into me and just wanted a few happy times?

And if that’s the case do you think I’m being unreasonable in wanting something that says, ‘thanks that was fun, but…’


PS. I really hope it is that HNTITM and not lying in a hospital somewhere

Question

What do we think

about

Orange

toe nail varnish?

(Incidentally, and this isn’t a question, but what the f*ck is with Sydney’s weather? This picture was suppose to have a lovely blue sky backdrop, but its overcast and threatening to rain.)

Chopsticks and Sharp Knives

I have just got back for a lunch date. Only the date, he didn’t turn up.

I have a rule, I don’t give out my phone before I have met someone. Too many freaks out there. But he has email and IM. So why, if he knew he wasn’t going to turn didn’t he say something? And if it was truly a hideous (or even minor) accident then he has managed to do something that has never happened to me before.

He stood me up!

When I returned to the office, I composed this email in word…what do you think, press send?

'So my sushi lunch was great...teriyaki chicken, some sashimi salmon, miso soup and a green tea.

The company was rather lacking until the guy filleting a king fish in front of me decided to make conversation. Did you know, but on average a sushi chef spends 3years just making rice before he’s even allowed near a fish?'

Corsetry

I have lots of corsets.

Overbust, underbust, waspie/cincher, satin, PVC, linen, brocade, lacey, tartan, plain, spotty and pinstripe. I would say that these are as big a fetish as shoes if not more so.

They make me stand up straight, jut out my breasts and smooth the curve of my hips. In short they make me feel very sexy.

It gets attention, but not always the desirable kind.

I was out one night a couple months ago with a couple of friends at a pub. I was wearing a black satin waspie over a white blouse, black jeans and high black shoes. I was laughing and drinking with my friends when a girl who I didn’t know came up to me and said, ‘I can’t believe I’m seeing a woman strapped into a contraption of male oppression in the twenty first century.’

I was stunned and like an idiot asked, ‘I beg your pardon?’

She continued with, ‘women earned the right not to wear those when they burnt their bras and won the vote. You’re making a mockery of female rights.’

I was still stunned that this girl would be bold enough to spout crap at a complete stranger, but not stunned enough to say, ‘I choose to wear this corset and many others. This corset is about the males desire to submit to a strong woman, and until you have experienced a man begging at your feet to serve you because you are wearing one, I suggest you keep you opinions to yourself.’

She went purple in the face and puffed her cheeks before flouncing away.

I turned back to my friends who were also stunned, but not at the girl, at me.

‘Holy crap, LRB, I never knew you had that in you.’

‘Well,’ I said. ‘You’ve never seen me comforted while wearing a corset before. Now you know why I don’t wear them to work. I’d get into all sorts of trouble.’ Then I winked.

Modern Communications

Way back when I last dated (late eighties-mid nineties) the mobile phone and internet were in their infancy. They had been around for a while, but I didn’t have a PC at home. I was computer illiterate, I barely knew how to type. I was introduced to computers when I first started working in a office as a personal assistant and the mobile phone came a few year later.

Many years later and I live and breathe email/messenger/internet dating and you’d have to amputate a limb for me to give you my mobile.

I vaguely remember making dates in person (after meeting for the first time at random) or over the telephone. But once you’d left home there was no way to know if he’d still turn up. Now if you’ve been sat there a few minutes you just send a text, asking if he still intends to turn up Or if you are a real nerd (fyi - which I have a soft spot for), send an email via your blackberry.

There really is no reason to have a blind date anymore, because the sending of photos is so simple, often too simple. I really don’t need to see what his cock looks like before I see his face. I recently had a first meeting (with I guy I met online) where I told the guy I didn’t want any photos before and I didn’t send any. I told him what I’d be wearing and that was it. It was kinda nice, the mystery.

And of course something else new and excellent in my opinion is SMS flirting. Those short messages that say I’m still thinking about the naughty thing we did that come in at random times during the day and night, to give you a little flutter in your tummy. Now, that is a very good thing. Those flutters stop snacking.

Another use for the mobile is the booty call. That late night ‘I need a shag, buddy’ that we all feel like doing, but often don’t. I have a female acquaintance that has a code in her phone for booty calls guys. When she gets chatted up and phone numbers given to her by guys in bars (she’s tall, blonde and good looking, it happens often) she slots them into categories. Do Not Answer, Fuck Buddy and Potential Boyfriend. Maybe I’ll do the same.

How did we manage dating before mod comms?

Just for the Night

I started a new, part-time job recently (more about that later) and I was chatting with a couple of my new female colleagues about sex, as you do, and I realised that I have never had a one-night-stand.

There have been fellas that had the potential to be a one nighter, but always came back for more within a week. I’m going take this as a good and bad thing. Good because it nice to be able to say I’ve never had a one-night-stand and bad because I’ve got attached to everyone I’ve slept with which makes it harder when they don’t phone after the second bout of bed-wrestling.

They on the other hand had had multiple mono-encounters which they saw as practice for when Mr. Right came along. One, a young (22) back-packer has just decided to spend the rest of her visit to Aussie celibate because she doesn’t like the number of notches on her proverbial bedpost. The other, a not so young (29) French girl has a number close to the teens and would like to increase it so she can experiment more with strangers.

How do you feel about one night stands, Good, Bad or indifferent?

And I’m curios about numbers, so put a little poll in the side bar, tick a box please.

The Sweaty Bodies

‘You’re twenty minutes late, do you want six, twelve or twenty-four?’

‘twenty-four’

A few minutes later his butt cheeks were shining red and his cock was rock hard.

One hundred and fifty minutes, twenty metres of cling film, a pair of scissors, a pin wheel, some candle wax, leather gloves and a few more spanks later he achieved the pinnacle of his evening.

As I lay next to him with laboured breathing, stroking the nail indentation in his shoulder he turned to me, smiled and said, ‘oh my god…that was tops!’

The Rules

I’ve been giving serious thought the last few days as to what my rules should be when looking for a sub. But I decided to start at the beginning and think about what it is that I look for when I first meet someone who wants to worship at my boots and what are the common mistakes they make that turn me off.

Then I was cruisin’ some of the blogs I read on a regular basis when found the submissive man had been speaking to a Domme about the very same thing, so below is a combination of her insightful answers and mine;

1 - showing up to a first meeting without having made a effort looking like a scruff bag
2 - showing up after me and therefore not having a green tea waiting
3 - being unable to conduct a platonic and pressure-free first meeting
4 - not paying for the first date (a coffee or cuppa)
5 - not answering my question, or giving me a question back
6 - trying to initiate any conversations about sexuality without waiting for me to bring it up first. I want to have that conversation it usually means I’m interested in having a second date
7 - not taking no for an answer
8 – bad manners, table or otherwise
9 – not complimenting me on how I look
10 - balking at a preliminary task
11 – talking back
12 – not being able to have a conversation or stimulating me intellectually

And I like her last one, so I’m going to use it for my own;

13 - being anything other than the balanced, sane healthy man I want for a sub