Collar - KOTW

In the beginning we had a collar. Not one I wore all the time. Just during playtime. It was blue.

This is a portion of the post that accompanied this picture:

Yes it is from a pet shop. I like having something around my neck that doesn't feel like a noose - ie, cannot be tightened. A regular buckled one would require something for him to hold on to, like a leash - which I'm not comfortable with at the moment. And I think BIKSS isn't the biggest fan either - even it were only a short one.

This one slips easily over my head and the half choke means he has something to grab on to while we're, you know... doing the deed. Heh. And doesn't require a lot of time to get in place.

When I cleared out the toy cupboard after the little mess that we encountered early on, I chucked it out. 

We've never replaced it. We never had to. 

He has given me a necklace too - 

When he put it around my neck he said :

"Something vanilla that you can wear out that reminds you of me."

Which I suppose works a little bit like a collar. A reminder.


[Edit: in 2016 September BIKSS had to spend some time in Germany for work. Aside from a unicorn stuffie and a couple of kinky toys he got me (which I knew about prior to his return), he also got me this choker which I adore.

It's not meant to be a collar signifying anything, but as I mentioned in a comment to this post, anytime I wear something around my neck that was a gift from BIKSS, it reminds me of our dynamic.]

These days he just uses his hand. Or his words. But I DO like his hand. 

I was facing down. Roger was facing up. Into my mouth. Nuff said.

KOTW - For The Modern Miss

A lot of massage places for men in my country offer "specials" or "happy endings". I don't think I've ever heard of the equivalent for ladies. But then, I'm pretty sure it's easier to masturbate a guy to orgasm than a girl - and trust me, I've been to both places! Women tend to be a little more particular about how they're touched, and I'm sure you all know about the mental hangups etc. 

Some time back BIKSS and I were in bed and he started playing with my boobs, massaging them, twiddling my nipples. Then licking, sucking, biting! Just basically giving them all the attention. It felt different - like it was FOR ME, instead of for him, you know? I mean, yes, yes, it's always for me, but he gets turned on by my reactions too so at some point it's also for him. But this time, he made no move to carry on to the "sex" part of the session. Instead, he just got comfy and hung around my boobs for a whole half hour. 

It was immensely pleasurable. No pressure to get wet and have sex. No pressure to move on to more meaty stuff. Just lying back and enjoying the sensations. It was all kinds of relaxing. 

And I said to him this should be made commercially available to all women! The times we live in - they are too fast. I live in a city (imagine a fast paced Hongkong style place) and everyone's always just on the move all the time. We schedule hour-long massages between meetings; make hair appointments on days when we can work outside the office - with a laptop on the counter as we wait for the colour to set; shop during our lunch hour - and inhale a sandwich in the last 5 minutes of it as we're running back to the office; cram in a movie on Saturday afternoon between the kid's choir practise (9am - 12 noon) and ballet class (4pm to 6pm), and speaking of, grocery shopping gets done while said kid is at ballet. No one has any time to just sit and chill. And what about sex? Sex is on Sunday morning before getting the whole house ready to go to the beach to have some fun, dammit! Cos it's Sunday and we're going to spend it outdoors if my life depended on it! Now hurry up cos we need to be done with having fun before 3pm! Then it's off to grandma's house for our weekly family dinner. 

It's rush rush rush all the time. 

Wouldn't it be great if we could pause life for a moment and indulge in some pleasurable sensations? Just for an hour, of course, cos that's all we can afford (and barely so!) but mmmm, will someone please twiddle my nipples for an hour a week? I'd be happy to pay. Cash. Or a blowjob. 

How about you? Would you pay for such a service? What about a breast massage? 

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Frisky Risky Business

Youth. Too dumb. Too arrogant. Too blinded by good looks and fat wallets.

Shallow. Young. 

A one night stand with a stranger. A meeting in a hotel room. 

So many things could have gone wrong. I could have died. Been chopped up into a million pieces. 

I could have gone missing. Kidnapped. 

I could have been raped. Wait. I kinda sorta was. But that was a different story - that was boyfriend number 1. Not the strangers I met in bars and hotels... 

But here are my stories. Some involve sex. Most don't. But all were risks I shouldn't have taken.

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He was alone at the bar. I was working part time at the club. He was tall and handsome and was in town for a couple of days. 

"Come up for a chat?" he asked. I said yes. Dumb. He was decent enough to let me leave when he made the moves to get 'romantic' and I politely declined. I got lucky.

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"Come spend the weekend with me on the island!" He was an intern at the hotel where I worked. He was young. He was cute. His dad was Swiss and his mum was Indonesian. He was a lovely mix of caucasian and exotic. They owned a beach resort property on the island. I was excited. Told the parents I was out of town with girlfriends. Rang the girlfriends and had them cover for me. 

We had sex. It was bad. I gave him a blowjob. I was dumb.  Who knew what I might have caught. 

He went back to wherever it was he calls home. I never thought to look him up after that. 

It was the only time I ever rode a jet ski.

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"Let me show you something cool..." he offered to drive me onto the tarmac. I thought, what could it hurt? He was an airforce pilot. I think. I can't be sure. But he was safe, right? "Imagine, you are standing on an actual runway! Planes take off here!" He seemed more excited than I was.

He ran in the same circles as my brother and his friends. He knew I knew the same people.  He wouldn't be an ass right? I got a free meal. He got a blowjob.  

And I worked at the airport. I'd been on the tarmac/runway millions of times. 

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"Are you serious about blowing this joint and coming home with me?" Sure, why not? I was single. He was a friend of a friend. Had a pretty face; had his own place. 

We bought condoms. 

He couldn't get it up. I went home. I got more out of locking lips with his ex earlier on back at the pub. Now that girl could kiss.

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"I brought you soup and noodles" he texted me. He was at my lift lobby. How sweet. How stalker-esque. 

He wanted something in exchange for the dinner. Which he brought me because I was ill. 

I said no. He insisted. 

I gave in. Better just let him fuck and leave, than get into a fight and have the living daylights knocked out of me. 

It's just sex. Right? I deleted his number and blocked it.

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"I'll give you a lift home. Bygones, ok?" We had been childhood friends. Same church. Same playground. Same friends. 

My boyfriend at the time slept with his then-girlfriend. Melrose Place you say? You have no idea. 

He was pissed that I didn't keep my guy in line. What? Why is that MY job? They broke up. I didn't. I was dumb. 

(The boyfriend went on to have many more flings behind my back - this was the one I broke up with on Christmas eve.)

Eventually he stopped talking to me because he was sore that my guy ruined his relationship. 

We met again many years later at a mutual friend's barbeque. It was late. The buses had stopped running. Cabs were expensive. He was extending an olive branch. 

I was wrong. He wanted to stick another branch in me, is what he wanted. 

"He got to fuck my girl, it's only fair I get to fuck you." He didn't manage to. I fought back enough to be too much trouble.

But I made a police report anyway. 

That's how he probably saw himself. 

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He was in med school. "I can't bring you anything prescription, but I CAN get you OTC lozenges." 

I was working in a hospital. I could have quite easily gotten my own drugs. But he had driven 30 minutes to get the Dequadin to me. And waited 20 minutes till my lunch hour. 

I was touched. My sister introduced him to me. No. Her friend knew a guy that they both thought would be perfect for me. 

He was. Until I realised he wanted to be perfect for everything on two legs in a skirt. 

He wined and dined me. And I can't even remember if we fucked the night he took me home to his place at 2 in the morning after a night on the town. 

I don't know if I slept with him. But I know 4 other people who did. That's the thing about introducing a good-looking-rich-guy-with-a-future to your gal pals. 

McDreamy or McSteamy? Or BOTH?

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KOTW - She Sells Seashells...

(I'm gonna just let my brain float along with this post and see where it takes me!)

I remember learning the popular tongue twister in school. 

I never thought it was too difficult to say. 

I DID think that seashells were the stupidest thing one could sell by the seashore. I mean, why? Anyone could just pick their own, innit? 

Which brings me to - congkak. (the 'c' is pronounced 'ch')

When I think of shells, I think of cowrie shells. And when I think about cowrie shells I think about congkak. Some people use marbles but we always played using shells.

My mother would sit on the floor across from me with the board between us. 

As we played she would tell me stories about my grandparents and great grandparents. 

Mum loved the beach. When we were young we lived 10 mins from the beach - on foot. She would organise picnics all the time. I remember spending many a weekend camped at the seaside. It looked a lot like THIS.

But I hated the sand. Refused to take my shoes off. I was afraid it would stick to my toes and a grain would bury itself in my flesh and I would start to rot from the feet up. 

LOL. 

I'm still not the biggest fan of having sand in crevices where the sun don't shine. But I'm a lot better about it now. 

I think spending so much time by the sea as a child has something to do with why I  enjoy spending time at the beach. The smell of the sea, the sound of the waves. Even before BIKSS and I were a thing we would often meet up for chats by an unused BBQ pit at the beach whenever either of us (mostly me) needed a listening ear. 

When we used to exercise together (pre-day-job, for me) we would head to the beach for our walks. Some of our regular eating places are by the sea too. And back in the day when I used to drink alcohol, we'd often adjourn to one of the many seaside bars after dinner. 

I'll never say no to the beach. As a date option it'll always get a YES from me.

BIKSS was a navy man. He's all about the ships and boats and submarines. I know nothing about sea vessels. I do enjoy it when he teaches me stuff tho. But I forget almost immediately, so we'll never run out of conversation as long as there are ships for him to point out :)

I like being near the water and on the water. IN, however, is another story altogether. If I had to swim - I'd pick a chlorinated swimming pool anyday.

Face Slapping - KOTW

I'd never thought about participating in Kink of the Week but since Mrs Fever put it in a comment, I thought I might dip a toe in. 

It was never something we thought we would do. Whenever we had seen it in videos it had always looked scary and humiliating, and since humiliation was never really our kink per se, well, we thought, it wasn't for us. 

Until I came across this ONE particular clip where after being slapped the sub had a totally serene expression come over her face, and she turned back immediately to look up adoringly at her Dom. 

And that got me hot and bothered in all sorts of ways. It's a look I myself wear when I am in little girl mode and looking up at Daddy. 

We talked about it and well, here's a little snippet taken from my post the first time it happened - 

Daddy held my face in his hands while talking and kissing. And he tentatively placed a soft pat on my cheek. A light one. And I said "We've talked about how that makes me feel."  Which we had. Not in the sense that we wanted to try it. Just about how watching it or reading about it made us feel. And it made me feel good. I can't quite remember what his reaction to it was at the time.

He said he remembered. And I could feel that Roger was definitely enjoying it. He confirmed it verbally too. I added that he wasn't the only one who was getting hot and bothered. Cos my hooha was definitely interested in what was going on.

So another slap. Then a couple more in succession. Taps more than full on slaps. Rapid, shallow, unheavy taps on both sides of my face.

This went on for a little while before he began fucking and choking, and more tapping.

"I'm just worried about leaving a mark."

"Don't leave a mark."

That was all the conversation we had during the encounter.

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This was taken from an early encounter too - maybe the 3rd or 4th time... 

There was some spanking, and a blowjob (of course) during which he slapped my face a little bit, but also a little more than before. This isn't part of our usual repertoire altho' we have tried it a few times. I enjoyed it... but Roger REALLY enjoyed it. 

It's strange how he manages to do so with such affection. Belonging. Cherished. These are the words I would use to describe how I feel when he's shoving my face into his crotch and making me gag on his cock, while smacking my cheek at the same time with the other hand. Hashtag warped. But I'm not complaining. And in between slaps he affectionately pinches the bridge of my nose in that playful you're-so-cute way, and strokes the space between my eyebrows with the back of an index finger. Cock still in mouth. Eyes looking up at him.

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It seems that face slapping for us is a sign of belonging, rather than to elicit humiliation. And I'm perfectly happy about that. 

Just this morning, in the car, we spoke about it as I mentioned that I had been looking at impact play infographics and one did caution that if a person were to engage in face-slapping, the other side of the face should always be supported. 

"But you're talking about full-force slaps across the face, in that case, not like the ones we do," he says. 

"Hm, that's true, ours are really very light taps compared to some of the scenes we see in the videos," I reply. 

"And if I ever whacked you across the face like that you'd kick me out of your house!" he laughs. 

I pause. 

"Um, actually, maybe not." I continue in a really quiet voice, "She's (pointing between my legs) getting wet thinking about it... " *insert sheepish smile here*.