I spent part of the afternoon helping my boyfriend clean his things from a week at the dust bowl that is Burning Man. Afterwards, we took a shower together. I helped him shave, and he washed me all over.
Then he leaned me against the wall and spanked me. While he hit me, I reached behind and felt that he was hard. When he let me go, I turned around, got on my knees, and sucked his cock.
He picked me up and pushed my face into a tiled corner. He pulled off the detachable shower head and held it to my pussy so the water ran all over my clit. Then he fucked from me behind.
This is my new url: girlsrulesubsdrool.tumblr.com, if you’d like to follow me again.
I’mheartbroken. I’ve tried to figure out why, but all they will tell me is that “spam and affiliate marketing are against tumblr policy.” When I ask for a specific example of an infraction or offer to remove anything off my blog that they want, they stop replying to my emails. :( I have not completely given up yet, but for the moment the picture is grim.
I think I’ve gone through most of the stages of grief at this point. Shock and denial, pain and guilt, anger and bargaining, depression and I am working toward reconstruction. Who knew the effect losing “just a blog” could have on me!
I considered just giving up, because I truly can’t imagine going on after losing all my content, all my tidbits, everything…. but I will soldier on.
Here’s hoping this blog will stay live, and, thank you for following me to my new site! I’d very glad if you could please reblog and pass on this message if you are a BDSM blog who might allow some of my followers to find me at my new address.
Sad but recovering…
Mistress Maria
8/15/2012 EDIT:
Well, despite more calm and polite emails, tumblr refuses to reply to me and it appears that my old blog is gone for good. I still can’t believe it. Farewell to my 2,300+ followers and 3,100+ posts and 8 months of work…. RIP
Ugh every once in a while these femdom brunches go so well! That’s why I’ve been hosting them off and on for 5 years.
But then things keep happening that make me want to give up hosting them. Everybody is enthusiastic, I rent/reserve a space because 34 (this time) people RSVP.
Then the night before: sorry can’t make it. Sorry can’t make it. Sorry can’t make it. Sorry can’t make it.
I try not to take it personally because flakiness (especially to events, not one-on-one commitments) seems to be the way of the world now.
But it makes me a little sad anyway. And then embarrassed in front of the space manager who reserved the big space for these cool outings.
The solution is to start only meeting at places that are low key and don’t need to be reserved. But that’s sad too since in person, people are so excited to do foodie tasting meals, and board game nights, and laser tag, and other stuff.
Alas. We will see how the brunch munch goes today. At the very least I have 7 RSVPs and will enjoy the Vietnamese meal (in my private room for 15-20 lol)
[[what I need to find for myself is a service sub who will make all my awkward phone calls. That would be a dream come true]]
I guess I’d call it a voyeur fetish? I really enjoy knowing little private details of somebody’s day and routine. For a while I had a boy who wasn’t under orgasm control, but he had to tell me about every one he had. The elaborate setting was fun but I was equally pleased by the “so I went into my room, laid down, and rubbed out a quickie into a tissue in 6 minutes while watching pegging porn, then went about my day.”
I’ve also daydreamed about catching a sub of mine masturbating. Which… is weird since it wouldn’t be something forbidden (in this scenario), just me finding somebody enjoying themselves. It turns me on.
That’s a long way to say that yesterday a lovely follower boy offered to let me watch him trim around his cock with one-way video chat. Yes! That was quite fun. I like one-way videos. My dream mansion would have one of those two-way mirrors.
I don’t know why I’m aroused by the things I’m aroused by, but things be like they are.
(I’ve also recently learned that if you use enough sharpie, it WILL turn the cum blue when it mixes. )
i knew a surgeon and he once told me “nobodys insides look like how the textbooks say they will. you never know what you’re going to find in there once you open them up” and that was easily the most ominous thing anyone’s ever said to me
The painting, evident international taste, has long been considered the portrait of Carlo Broschi, the famous Farinello, soprano and Bolognese origin who returned home only in advanced years. Though it is a typically aristocratic portrait and elegantly finished, it has the same expressive force as Crespi’s popular portrayal, an indication of the artist’s ability to maintain his natural style by approaching an aulic subject.
“He knew she was inexperienced, but he hadn’t expected such fire from her. It was better than he had imagined and he knew he was addicted the moment she started to writhe and moan under his touch. When her climax finally came, her juices flowing from her moist pussy, he moved from her breast and slipped between her legs. Gripping her thighs, he pulled her forward until his tongue was buried inside her molten core, licking and sucking until he’d scooped up every last drop. Lifting his head, he stared up the length of her body, enjoying the soft curves of her breasts, and grinned. Tongue darting out to lick the last of her from his lips, he suddenly pulled hard, sliding her from the table and into his lap. His cock was still swollen and pressed against his stomach so this put her directly on the full length of his shaft. “Please what?” he murmur as his palm cupped her cheek. “Please fuck you?” He dropped his hands to her hips and lightly pulled her forward, letting her sensitive slit drag along his length and then back down again.
Raising a hand to her hair, he gripped it and held her close. Leaning in, he claimed her lips, his kiss hungry and heated. When he pulled away, he smiled softly. “I think that’s all for this morning. You’re free to go about your day but tonight….tonight we’re watching a movie on the couch together and you’ll be wearing nothing but one of your sexy little nightgowns. Is that clear?”
