First, I want to thank Joelle for asking me to be a guest on her blog. My name is mj – well, that’s my scene name, but because the scene and lifestyle have become a significant portion of my life and most of my friends and acquaintances are also part of it, it has become my name. Even the friends I have that have made it out of the dungeon and into other parts of my life still call me mj. It’s a name I love because it represents the transformation that I underwent from a kinky, vanilla girl who didn’t know what was missing in her life, to a kinky sub who found what she was looking for.
Now
– I’m no writer, but I love to write – always have. When I
started playing at parties and events, I also began to write journal
entries to show my online writer friends that I had become friends
with. As time went on, they became less reports of what happened at
the dungeon last night, to sexy stories that I hope to string
together for a book one day. I get loads of encouragement from these
writer friends to keep writing, as well as comments about how the
scene was so hot they had to get a fan to cool off! I’ve even
shown some entries to my real life friends, especially the Dom that I
have been playing with for the last 10 months.
Here
is part of a scene that happened a few months ago. Some of the
stories are dreamily erotic and some are raunchy. I picked this for
the post it is of the raunchy variety and thought as Joelle's
readers, you would enjoy it. A quick setup: I am in a poly triad
with my sometimes Dom, R, and his sub, A. They have been together for
almost 2 years and I’m their “first addition” to their dynamic.
It started with R and I doing a scene together, finding that we had
an amazing connection and, well, it went from there. That’s a
story all its own, but this little event happened when we were 6
months into what we like to call “the blind leading the blind”
BDSM/poly sexy times.
How
to describe it? It was my first time doing anything like this and
this was my crazy idea. One afternoon when the three of us were
fucking, I got this urge to fuck A with a strap-on. That was all
well and good, R said when I told him, but "I want to watch her
fuck you,
I have some wicked plans.” R got that look that says what out, mj,
you’re in for something new and you’ll never guess what he will
be adding to a simple fucking with a strap-on.
A
purchased a cute, pink strap-on made of webbing and I added my
favorite dildo. R had me lie down on the bed with my legs over the
edge with my pussy right up at the edge. He handed her the lube and
told me to lube up the dildo and my pussy. He moved her closer to
the bed and pushed her forward to he could slide the dildo inside of
me.
Now,
R puts himself over me in the 69 position and sticks his cock right
in my mouth. Unlike A, I can deep throat like a freakin’ sex
worker. I actually took a class on it at TESfest last summer. It
was taught by a porn star – got lots of pointers. Anyway – back
to the action - R starts to direct A in the art of fucking mj and she
starts to get into a groove. R moves forward on me and I lose
contact with cock; then I hear A shriek. I was like what was that? R
had bitten A’s nipple and I was like – that’s all well and
good, but please give me back your cock. Pushy, right? But, what
doesn’t want to hear that shit?
He
puts himself back in my mouth and while A is ravaging my pussy, I am
going to town on R’s cock. He’s actually giving feedback:
something he rarely does unless he’s about to cum. In my
sex-induced haze, I’m feeling all proud of myself and shit and take
him all the way down my throat. I almost gagged, but used what I
learned in class to breathe threw it. Well, breathing was becoming
an optional occurrence, but I was able to open my mouth wider to get
some air. R will be the first one to admit that he doesn’t have
the biggest cock in the world, but that makes it perfect for deep
throating because it’s long enough, but narrow enough to breathe
around if I really have to. Just for clarification, he doesn’t
have a thing cock; I have a big fucking mouth. I’m sure I won’t
hear any arguments from you all.
I
feel the bed shifting and think, “crap! The implements that R used
to torture my pussy are still on the bed. OMG, what else is he going
to do with my poor pussy?” I’ll give the deets on the noontime
pussy beating later. Suffice it to say, I was already a bit sore on
the outside thanks to getting a good, solid pussy whooping. All of a
sudden, I feel leather on my leg and then a thwack! His belt lands
right on my clit and labia. He says, “nice benny to the strap on?
I can beat mj’s pussy without landing some instrument of
destruction on some guy’s poor dick.” I crack up around his cock
and almost gag again. Then, *deep inhale* I hit the side of his leg
for almost making me gag. It’s accompanied by a garbled, “Hey!”
He
tells A to stop for a sec and twists on me and I have to release his
cock again. “You didn’t just hit me, did you, mj?” All meek
and shit, I say, “um, no, Sir” “Were you tapping out? Did you
want my cock out of your mouth?” “Um, no, Sir. It was just that
you almost made me gag cuz I was laughing.” “So, you’re saying
you don’t want to laugh?” I feel like I’m getting closer to
walking off a bridge willingly, but I also know he’s not very
serious about this…I hope. “A, go back to fucking her, but first
hand me the bat.” Don’t worry, friends, it wasn’t a full size
bat! It was one of these mini jobbers made out of wood. I open my
mouth to say something and he gives me the Dom look of death. I smile
as pretty as I can and open my mouth to receive his cock.
A
goes back to fucking me but good and R starts hitting me with the
bat. When he did this to me before, I was able to close my legs and
roll away from him or do that after being hit. Clearly, I’m going
nowhere. “Hey, mj” “Yes, Sir?” “You know how I’m going to
tie you up next time I beat your pussy because you wouldn’t stop
squirming?” *gulp* “Yes, Sir” “This works just as good!”
Smack, thwack, guttural groan, scream, fuuuuck that hurts! But, now
I’m seconds from cumming, hard. A few more pass and I’m going to
blow…”May I cum now, Sir, please, I’ll be good, promise..”
“Oh, I know you’ll be good. But, what the fuck, you may cum. I
love watching you do it. Go ahead.”
I
explode so forcefully that he holds me down by my legs and shoves his
cock deep in my mouth. He’s loving the vibrations that I’m
making when I deep throat him again, but I know he won’t cum
because he already told us he wants to be fucking us before he will
cum. The man has such control over his cock; it’s an astounding
and wonderful ability. Me, on the other, keep cumming like, like..I
don’t know, but I keep going. After what seems like a while, R
gets off of me and tells A to pull out. I lie there in an
orgasm-induced haze until, R whispers in my ear, “It’s time to
switch, mj. You ready to fuck An even harder.” I slowly open my
eyes and look at him, suddenly full of energy. As I move to sit up, I
say, “Well, Yes, Sir. I sure am…”
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