The Spankings shall Commence

It’s Friday… Have You been Naughty?

The good thing about Friday is that the weekend is upon us. For most of us, the air is warm enough to consider wearing shorts. Unless you’ve been a naughty little subbie busted out for stroking without your Femdom Mistress’ permission. If that’s the case, then today is not going to be your day for pants on the lighter material side. You’re going to need all the padding you can get for the next 24 hours, because I’m going to spank you thoroughly and enjoy every minute of it.

Fridays are Great Days for Erotic Spankings

I’m always thrilled to spank deserving subbies and slaves, it never fails to put me in a good mood. I’ll even let you choose your own punishment tool for your over my knee humiliation session. Shall it be my bare hand that brings the color surging up to those pale cheeks of yours, or my wooden paddle brush? Maybe a kiss of my flogger will set you back on the crooked and kinky path.

Your Cock is Hard right Now, isn’t it?

How sweet and humiliating it must be, to have to drape yourself over my knee to receive my attentions. I’ll have you thanking me for each and every hard whack I give, I do so enjoy hearing you gasp and groan.  But if you think I’ll let you cum because my spanking has you hard and aching for release, well…it never hurts to try! No, wait. Yeah, yeah it does. Get your spanking today or this weekend. I’ll be here and I’ll be waiting.

When Do YOU Masturbate?

May is Masturbation Month

May is one of my strokers most favorite months of the year and they need not be reminded of this fun little fact. I’ll bet that they’re reading this post with a hand in their boxers right now. But, say like you aren’t one of the chronic masturbators out there…yeah, right. I can’t even type that statement with a straight face.

When do YOU masturbate? Do you need to wait til your hotwife leaves for the evening? Or your Femdom gives you permission? Are you are morning hard wood kind of guy or do you have such a small cock that you’ve become an addicted stroker because no woman in her right mind wants to have sex with you? And really. Can you blame her?

Check out the poll below and give it your best shot.

With your clean hand, stroker!

The Summer 2013 Blog Schedule

It’s starting to heat up outside and that means it’s time for a new posting schedule! 

Are you ready for a summer full of lust, erotica, Femdom and more?

Be on the look out for a new post here,

every Wednesday and Friday

but that’s not the only place you’ll see me…

I’ll have a fresh out of the oven, sultry sexy Cougar-inspired post

on Your Milf Mistresses, every Thursday.

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That’s the blog I share with “Lifestyle and Lovin’ It”, Ms Vivian.

Stay tuned! The new blog post schedule is now in effect.

 Banish Monday Blahs with a 3-Pack of Aural Sexiness

It’s Monday, and what the hell is good about that?

Not much really, but I have something that might help

shake you up out of that “Oh damn! It’s Monday!” morning routine.

I recently had the opportunity to sit back, kick off my heels 

and hang out with Ms Constance and Ms Gemma…

 Listen to it here

No topic was spared, we talked about our cock size preferences,

how we personally view small cock humiliation

and yard gnomes with or without green shillelaghs.

 Oh yeah…

We dropped a few names into our discussion~oohh, bet that made you wonder, huh?

 How does that sound as a Monday morning eye opener?

A Phone Sex Fantasy List is Fun Waiting to Happen

Did You ever make a Sexy To Do List?

Think for just a second about your kinkiest but unspoken sexual fantasies. The ones you hesitate to attempt in the ‘real world’. Yeah, those. The really twisted erotic scenes that play on an endless loop in your head when you’re so horny, you can’t stand it and you have to sneak away just for a second to stroke your cock as fast as you can and hope you don’t get caught masturbating before you cum.

What Sexual Fantasies would You Write down?

What if you could act those fantasies out with someone else who is just as kinky as you are, but not have to worry about any awkwardness afterwards? Sounds good, huh? So, what would you want to explore? What it feels like to suck cock for me? How good it could feel to have a cock in your ass, bringing that explosive orgasm along? Bet you’re getting hard thinking about it now, aren’t you? Take your hand away from your cock, you can always jack off later.

Stop Stroking long enough to Write

Make out your phone sex fantasy exploration list and share them with me, either through email or in our session. We can have a great time exploring them and it’ll help you find what you do like versus what you like but need to keep just as a fantasy. You might get pleasantly surprised. Be sure to check my schedule page, my hours are listed for this weekend to better accommodate your stroker needs. Make your weekend wicked!

Chapt 4

“My Name is Desire”

The guy huddled in the middle of my bed stopped screaming only after I allowed the sunlight to flood back into the bedroom. I huffed in disgust. This was a bit much, even for me. How the hell was I supposed to find the time to court this whining idiot so cleverly disguised as a man least likely to lose his marbles over a pair of glowing eyes, into proper submission with the Fever rampaging through my system like a possum trapped in a house and shortening the depth of my patience like it was? It was time for a different tactic. I felt it more prudent that I let my most loyal of service submissives, Nerites (call him Neri, it’s easier) step in and do damage control, rather than push and risk being unable to feed.

I sent a thought to awaken Neri and studied the man in my bed. I missed the good ole days when men were men. This world was hell bound on a hang glider for indulging these men who have nothing more than big dicks to boast over, strutting around as if they were Gods, even as they held the universe by the shorties. They were nothing but pale imitations at best, and not at all like the legions of Crusaders I had plowed through, nor were they even close to the rough and ready manliness like the men of the Roanoke colony. Mmmm…I really missed those Roanoke guys.

Neri chose that moment to enter the room as if borne aloft on the back of a cool breeze, bearing the comforts of peace and serenity found in suggestion, and he was right on time. I closed my eyes and tried to listen to the lull of Neri’s voice instead of the lewd suggestions that my Fever was proposing. I wished that the same words could tame the delirium raving within my own mind if only for a minute. Damn you Hephaestus. It’s all your fault I’m here. Acting as if you were the very first husband ever to be cuckolded. What? You’ve never fucked up before?

Neri was the first man I dared to love and unfortunate enough to be banished along with me.  Neri was, for lack of a more eloquent term, a cock whisperer. His service was to calm anxious cocks, it was simple as that. It was one of my favorite things about him, despite less attractive one that revolved around a certain stubbornness, his love for me, and his willingness to relocate. Neri stopped his cock murmuring long enough to cast a warning glance at me, jolting me back into the game. My midnight deadline was looming  and I’d do well to remember that. It still didn’t erase the fact that my husband probably couldn’t get it up, not even with one of Pandora’s little vials. Served the cranky old wanker right.

The un-named man (un-named mostly because the author writing this gem of an off beat erotic tale has forgotten until now that she hasn’t provided her main character with it), appeared to be in shock and I hadn’t yet looked into his thoughts for it…ahem. Looked into his thoughts for it…and there it was. He went by the name of-seriously? Okay. His name was Aaren. And wussy but sexy Aaren had bid  reality adieu and said hello to a whole new dimension of sub space. I was cool with that, as long as he was quiet and didn’t drool on my silk sheets. Odd name, Aaren. Aaren was busy hearing all the right words to allay his fears, as well as the ones that would soon have him all too eager to embrace his seduction via sensual domination, even to the point of begging he be allowed the privilege of giving himself to me.

Neri made the first move as he brushed my hair back from my face, trailed his fingertips down my arm to grasp Aaren’s hand, guiding it to my neck, my lips, my breasts, before Aaren let go of his inhibitions go and started to move of his own volition. That was the only cue my indentured lover needed to begin his oral servitude, a slow torturous descent from my breasts to my belly to linger just above that sensitive button of mine, his tongue slightly dry and his eyes crinkled in amusement, as he cocked his head to look up at me. Neri’s oral abilities would be the other unique talent he had in his arsenal.

I moaned as the Fever surged up against my nerve endings, all of them crying out that I needed to hurry, that I needed to feed. I knew I soon would sip this man’s essence much as I used to sip the finest wines and that it would taste sweet on my tongue. I knew that Aaren would either accept his fate and begin serving his Femdom Mistress or his empty husk would be cast aside after feeding, that choice was for him alone. Aaren laid me back against the pillows, his mouth tugging gently at my nipple, my neck, my lips.

Don’t judge me. Suppose you went buck wild, did something outrageous and was banished to earth as punishment. Once you arrived, you found out you had 2 choices to survive. That of feeding a Spring Fever by sucking men dry or spending the rest of eternity as sea foam. Not as easy now, is it? No matter how you dress it up, sea foam just looks like you decided to splash around in a bowl of jizz. I’m betting you’d go with the Fever option. It’s not like you can’t fuck  a wad of sea foam now can you? Okay, you can but not without some awkwardness from the nosy neighbors watching you from next door. Right?

I spoke the words to open the ritual as Neri’s pointed tongue found my most sensitive of places between my thighs. “Do you know what a strict sensual Femdom really is, Aaren? It’s the silken glove encasing the iron fist that is my control over you. I’m the magic mirror into which you peer, reflecting back your deepest, darkest and the most twisted of your erotic fantasies.” I gasped. Damn that Neri. His tongue was making me moan even as I voiced the words that had to be spoken. Aaren had knelt by my side and was working one long finger inside my heat,  taking care not to impede Neri’s tongue. Having both men worship me like they were was bringing me closer to climax.

I had to finish the long winded pain in the ass ritual before I came. But I  forgot what I was saying when Aaren pulled me up to my hands and knees, as Neri slid underneath, his mouth finding me as if I had a homing beacon. Aaren grasped my hips, drawing me snug up against his hard cock, before he took me from behind. Neri took me with his tongue from underneath. I had the strangest feeling that the guys had done this before, their movements were so sure as to almost be choreographed. Screw it, I’d figure it out later. I just wanted to utter the last words to close the damn ritual before I hit my orgasm.

“I am the one to whom you beg to give you what things you’ve never wanted before. And I shall give them to you on a silver platter. Be careful though, for what you wish for.” I heard Neri grunt as he strained to deny his orgasm, his cock slicked with his precum was throbbing right in front of my face. I grasped the base tightly, not even allowing him the luxury of a ruined orgasm as the danger of his vitality being consumed along with the other was very possible. I heard Aaren’s breath abruptly speed up as he pumped every single drop of his energy into me with a loud cry. He collapsed in a heap and grew still. Silence reigned. I was drowsing on the waves of complete sexual satisfaction when I heard Aaren’s voice behind me, still strong and very un-husk like, as he finished the last lines of the ritual, said the words no human had ever said spoken.

“Because if you do wish for what you want, you will get what you most desire. What know you of insatiable lust and uncontrollable desires, none of which resemble anything remotely ordinary or mundane? Unable to measure suffering terrible recurring dreams that leave you shaking, your body drenched in sweat, your mind filled with half remembered images.You know naught. Greetings  Aphrodite, your husband bids your return home”.   Okay, so even I didn’t see that one coming.

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Chapter 3

The Awakening

He didn’t began to stir until late the next morning. I watched him carefully from my favorite vantage point, a little reading nook tugged back in a corner on the other side of the bedroom, one that concealed me from his view. It never failed to amuse me, watching them awaken confused and struggling to remember the activities of the previous evening. That split second just before the realization dawned that they might’ve just let their dick talk them into some serious trouble this time was priceless. Men were such silly creatures.

He awakened with a vague sense of displacement. He squinted up at the vaulted ceiling above him, brilliantly lit with the natural light streaming through the gauzy white sheers gracing windows that began at the floor and ended at the ceiling. Where was he? What else had he done? Blearily, he rubbed his eyes and looked blankly around the large airy sunlit bedroom. He tried to gather his thoughts but only tatters of images from the night before tugged at his memory.

He remembered a sexy woman doing naughty things to his cock for sure. He remembered he had thought her eyes had some sort of a iridescence to them, almost as if they were glowing within the darkened room while she was astride his cock. Her eyes had looked like that of a cat’s eyes when it was out and hunting at night, the thought parked itself in the front of his brain and refused to go. Glowing eyes? Really? Next came the naked men with these enormous cocks bound by leather cock rings standing around the bed while they went at it, like silent but demented cheerleaders. What the hell had he been drinking?

Judging by the thumping headache and the body aches he was currently feeling, he felt sure that he must have done some fabulously fucktastic moves. He sincerely hoped that the nameless woman had enjoyed herself because she might now have to help him to heave his body out of her bed. He felt he had aged 80 years overnight.

He was drifting back towards the edge of sleep when he felt something closing over his poor overused cock, enveloping it in warmth. Peering through narrowed eye slits, he saw the blonde woman from the beach yesterday and she was attacking his cock as though it owed her money. How did she manage to deep throat all 9 inches of him and not gag? “Good afternoon sleepyhead, it’s time you woke up,” she mumbled as she watched him watching her. Both the sight of her inhaling his cock the way she was and the vibrations from her throat as she spoke began to drive him into seriously thinking that this chick was orally fixated, and that was just fine by him.

“As long as you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’ll be happy to stay awake,” he replied and gasped aloud as her tongue expertly brought him to the edge, lingered for a split second, before it stopped. “Wha? What the hell lady? ” he asked indignantly while she sat back upon her naked heels, her beautiful breasts swayed fetchingly and she laughed softly at his throbbing erection bobbing back and forth. “It’s time to begin your cock control education,” she said. Something in her smile reminded him of a great white shark he had seen a couple days ago. Right before it has snapped a large fish in half.

“Begin…what now? All I see is that you got me good and hard and you stopped. Are you into tease and denial or something mean like that?”  He huffed, crossing his arms across his broad chest and glared. She never even blinked, and alarm klaxons began sounding within his head. Something about her. What was it? Something about last night. He could almost remember it. She suddenly slapped at his hard cock, bouncing it against his crotch and smearing the copious amounts of precum across his tanned belly and jerking a shout from him. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing? My cock isn’t your personal play-” Her eyes narrowed, her smile widened even further, showing an impressive array of gleaming white, evenly spaced teeth. He promptly forgot what he was saying.

His cock immediately tried to hide from the sight of those impressive teeth, and he didn’t blame it. He started to slowly ease towards the edge of the bed. She was obviously whacked out  he thought, no need to provoke her and take a chance on getting his dick dislocated, he’d just grab his clothes and-”You are mine,” she said, her voice ringing throughout the room and stopping him dead. He sighed. He always fucked the mental ones. Was he wearing a sign or something? “Hun, I don’t know what we did last night or what you’re on now, but this dick doesn’t belong to you. We aren’t married, we aren’t dating, I don’t even know your name,” his voice trembled ever so slightly and he grimaced. No use in egging on the loony bin bound lady any further. It was time to get gone.

He glanced about the room, trying to find his clothes. Of course they were nowhere to be found, probably because she’d made a shrine out of them or some weird shit like that. And ole What’sHerName  hadn’t even bothered to move an inch. “It’s time to begin your education in control,” she said, as she gracefully snapped her fingers and just like that, all light within the bedroom was gone. As if the sun had been dismissed, it was just… gone.

The  feeling of claustrophobia grabbed his neck and clung to his throat as he scrambled to the edge of the bed in the solid pitch black of the room. Fuck finesse, he wanted out. Like now. At least the night light had flipped on. She spoke once more and he mewled in terror at what was sitting on the bed. There was no night light. The room was lit by the honest to Gawd, friggin’ blue tinged glow from her eyes. Forget mental, this lady was several country miles past that. Whatever they had done last night must still be in his system. People didn’t have eyes that glow and make rooms turn dark without the help of a lot of…something. Whatever it was, he was done, through, joke’s over, buh bye and gone. “Stop,” she said and his body froze.

” I saw you, I liked what I saw, and I have a Spring Fever that has to be fed. You give the Fever what it needs and you live. You refuse, you don’t learn to obey your new sensual Mistress and you shall wither, grow older, and be sucked dry by it. What’s it going to be, my scared little fuzz muffin? Be one of mine or learn what it feels like to die?” He could see her teeth flash and gleam in the darkness, illuminated from that glow coming from her eyes that had to be ingestion related. He opened his mouth to say he was leaving, but only a scream sounding very much like a freshly flogged slut would come out.”Is that your final answer?” she asked and quirked an eyebrow.

Men had become so spoiled in the past 30 years. They would be only too happy to spend years pursuing what pleased them, if left to their own devices. How they reacted after they understood, was what made them or broke them. I was hoping that this one would adapt. He was different. His talents were quite  rare, if the previous night were anything to go by. I had such high hopes for this one too. The one now currently screaming like a banshee and almost certain to waken the others.

 Chapter 2

 Making Him Mine

He was so eager to get laid, he led the way back to my house, not knowing how close he was to being captured by me. He gallantly opened the front door and closed it with an energetic slam behind him. I winced slightly. Noise was not exactly the world’s best idea, not here in my residence. It could awaken the others and he need not know about them yet. Not until he’d been brought around to seeing what his role would be in the great scheme of things.

He paused momentarily, halted perhaps by his sudden awareness of the complete stillness from within the house. Nothing could be heard, except for his ragged breathing and mine. No ticking from any clocks, no creaking of the stilts that the house rested on being rocked every so gently by the slight wind blowing outside. Though the house sat on right on the beach, not even the sound of the waves crashing  directly outside could be heard after the heavy door closed. Nor could anyone standing outside of that sun bleached and weathered front door could hear anything within. The way it had to be.

His instincts were on high alert, his eyes darted back and forth, perhaps scanning for an irate husband or boyfriend to come around the corner and accost him. Distraction, especially at this stage, was crucial. I was the bait, sensuality was the trap. He would learn quickly, I suspected. Once he was made to be mine, his education would begin. He’d be instructed on how to serve his Mistress , to fulfill her desires, and if he were as smart as I thought, he’d learn to obey.

I took a step towards him, my smile slightly strained, as I fought to keep control over the fever inside me that was even now, clamoring for me to take him, devour him whole and think about the consequences later. ”What’s wrong, handsome?,” I asked as I watched him swallow visibly. “You aren’t worried my husband is home, are you? Relax, he’s not. If he were, I wouldn’t be doing this,” I gently laid a small kiss on the corner of his mouth and nibbled playfully and was relieved to feel some of the tension start to ease from his body.

He moaned slightly before he returned my kiss, deepening it, wrapping his sun warmed arms around my waist, before moving upwards to release my breasts from the bikini, fingers teasing my nipples into hard pebbles once more. Gotcha!  He transferred his mouth to my right nipple, sucking on it, making my need to feign my reaction to him no longer necessary. I shuddered and gasped and saw him smile in satisfaction. He intended to conquer. He had no idea of what conquering really was. He was about to learn though. I’d introduce him to the thrills of domination and what pleasures were to be had by doing so.

He gave the left nipple the same treatment before moving back up to my parted lips. I cupped his crotch, delighted that to find that he really did have a larger than average cock. All the better to ride you with, my pretty, I thought disjointedly as he began grinding that big hard cock against my tender groin. “Come upstairs with me,” I said, “I want to be able to fuck you good and hard and the front door isn’t the location I had in mind”. He grunted an assent, he was ready, his eyes blank with lust and he definitely wasn’t thinking about the house. He was hard. He wanted it now. His cock led the way up the stairs, even as his hands playfully grasped my buttocks. The papers reported him missing the very next day, when he didn’t check in with his friends. Even then, it was already way too late. He was mine and his journey had only begun.

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Is She Cuckolding You?

 Is your wife making a cuckold out of you?

Does it seem as though your wife or girl friend is going out a lot more often lately? Suddenly having her every once in a while,’ night out with the girls’ go from once a month to once a week or even more often? Maybe she stays out all night on those occasions, texting you with her excuse being that she’s crashing at a friend’s house because she feels a bit too tipsy to drive home. So how do you know if she’s banging another man? Easy. You could ask her, but that’s not you, is it?

 3 subtle signs that she might be cheating (because you lack the balls to ask her yourself)

• She’s working out a lot at the gym and it clearly shows. Men turn just to watch her walk by.

• When she comes home after a girls night, she bypasses you completely, takes a shower and goes to bed.

• You find sexy text messages and naked pictures on her phone and they aren’t from you.

3 obvious signs she’s a cuckoldress (because you still don’t have the balls to confront her)

• She informs you that she doesn’t want to have sex with you anymore, but she’ll let you lick her pussy until she cums , as your consolation prize.

• You come home early from work and find her cumming her brains out around another man’s huge cock  in your bed while he is banging her doggy style.

• She tells you that she’s fucking another man and while she loves you, she wants his big cock to have sex with.

Fairly simple isn’t it? Chances are if she’s not doing you, she’s doing someone else. It’ll sting a bit, that humiliation you feel when you finally confirm your suspicions but if you ask her nicely, she might let you watch her fuck that stud next time. Just don’t expect that she’ll be including your cock when she does.

Sensual Domination Means Your Submission

Preface

Some of the best stories start with ‘Once upon a time’…

Yeah, well my story isn’t like one of those, so we’ll just skip that part. My story is about sensual domination through the delicate art of seduction, both of which end in submission, your submission. Oh and sex. Lots of sex, actually. So if that’s not your thing, sensual seduction, erotic submission, and lots of sex, then this story isn’t for you. Go on back to the ‘Once upon a time’ stuff. Stick with dragons and knights, and ladies fair. Run along now, I’m sure they miss you at SunnyBrooke.

What is sensual domination if not the backdoor into your surrender and the many splendid stages of submission? It’s your introduction into the world of sexual pleasures you’ve not experienced.  If you aren’t careful, if you aren’t on your guard, you will fall. Slippery is the slope surrounding sexual depravity after you’ve been captured by spring fever. But damn, it’s one helluva ride down.

Chapter 1

 ~ The Fever Begins ~

Who am I?

I am the door that begs to be opened

I am your seductress and I am your downfall

I am your fever and it’s already too late

I am Desire and this is your fate

“Are you new in town?” The man looked around, startled at my interruption into his avid bikini babe ogling, but his irritation vanished almost instantly when he saw me standing beside his beach chair. His blue eyes widened ever so slightly, taking in my own bikini clad body before he answered, “Yeah, I’m here on spring break,” doing his best to appear nonchalant and failing. Little did he know that it was the answer that would begin his journey into a new life. The spring fever had me firmly within it’s fiery clutches and the specimen before me was exactly what it wanted.

He looked to be about 20, with a decent body that would soon boast a slight sunburn if he weren’t careful, his long legs stretched out in front of him, sandy blond hair in a mussed and blown across his forehead by the wind. He was exactly what I had been looking for. I made sure I smiled disarmingly as I leaned forward and blocked the sun. And drew his attention to the black, barely there bikini, from which my 36 D cup breasts were threatening to break free at any given moment.  ”Want to go to my place?”

“Huh?!” he jerked his attention back towards my eyes concealed by the sunglasses. “What did you say?”, he asked and blushed slightly. Oh this one was going to be fun. Men are so easy to capture. I leaned in closer, more to catch a quick view of his crotch, than to in an effort to be heard. Reaching out, I brazenly caressed the sensitive tip of his swiftly growing hard cock with my thumb to better illustrate the point I was making. I laughed as his mouth fell open in shock even as he  pushed it harder against my palm. Yep, he was most definitely packin’ heat. “Okay handsome, I’ll make this very easy for you. I’m horny. I play nice with others, I don’t have a Fatal Attraction streak, my…husband is out of town, I have the house to myself and…I want you to fuck me. Right now. Clear enough?”

He was already out of his chair before the words were out of my mouth, so eager was he to get a chance to get it on with a random woman who wouldn’t ask for his number afterwards, that he didn’t notice my momentary faltering over the fictitious husband. Whew. Close one. Let his dick do the thinking and he won’t be the wiser for it. He grabbed his chair and his towel and was heading towards the parking lot before he realized I wasn’t following him. “Hey handsome! I didn’t drive here. I don’t need to. I live right there,” I called, pointing to the large rambling house to my right, tastefully set back from the beach.

In 3 large strides he was back beside me, body noticeably quivering with his barely contained excitement, the bulge at his crotch even more noticeable. He grabbed my hand and grinned at me, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” He wasn’t going to ask my name, my age, none of those things mattered to him. He was going to get laid, questions were just something to delay his gratification and he wasn’t having it. For a moment only, I remembered what it was like to be 20, the world ahead of me and time to indulge in all sorts of adventures. Long before I knew what obligations were and that not all strangers bearing gifts meant me no harm. I felt homesick, I felt lonely, but the fever rising inside me demanded to be fed…

Next Chapter Comes Out Next Friday