We’ve decided to spend a few days in Florida as a triad and what a glorious time it is. Having a third person along only enhances the dynamic and obviously raises more than a few eyebrows. We went to Bern’s last night and I was told, correctly, that they have the third largest wine cellar in the world, over 500.000 bottles. Yes, that number is correct. It was so much fun walking in there, all holding hands and seeing the knowing and understanding smile of the maître d’ and wait staff. And a few disapproving glances from stuffy and stodgy patrons who don’t understand the concept of three people loving.

On our way back to DC today and then headed to NYC tomorrow to do a session with a submissive….

The Next Quest

So here we are, back in NYC for the next installment of our adventure. After having a thrilling 6 months last year, we consciously decided that engaging others was off our plate for a while. The challenge of distance and personalities and communication, along with a couple unexpected surprises, made us look inward and approach our pleasure with each other much differently.

We decided our physical desires would take precedence over a longer term relationship. If the long term works out we’ll gladly accept that. But if not, we’ll enjoy the hedonistic aspects safely and sanely. And so we begin a new relationship with a wonderful person in NYC and enjoying the day at an incredible spa!

One of my favorite role playing scenes is that of the Cuckolding wife for clients who are single or whose wives will not engage in the behavior. Here’s an article I found interesting.


Too Long Since I’ve Written

I know it’s been way too long since I’ve put ideas and thoughts on my blog.  I’ll try to summarize everything that’s happened in the past several months in one post.

My top financial submissive continues to provide such wonderful weekly tributes but in addition to those, the amount of his tributes in between sessions is absolutely stunning.  His gifts, desire, work and motivation is absolutely the best among all my financial submissives.

I spent two fantastic weeks in Hawaii, the last part of April and it was so enjoyable and relaxing.  I’ve never felt so melancholy at the end of a trip as I did that one.  There was something so calming about living in Waikiki for two weeks.  I saw friends I hadn’t seen in years, spent time on the beaches of the North Shore and Kailu. The food was tremendous, the climate was fabulous and the people were kind and considerate.  Most days I spend 2-3 hours on the beach  surfing or paddle boarding and in the evenings I’d get dressed up and go to a wonderful restaurant in Waikiki. Or going to food trucks on the North Shore.

I’m headed to Florida in a week for two weeks of business  and pleasure.  The Fetish Factory 21 party is May 26-30 and I plan on living it up.  I’ll be in Orlando for almost a week and Tampa for another week.  Hopefully there’s at least one trip to the Woodshed in Orlando.

I’ve taken on some much more sadistic roles lately and enjoy them immensely.  A relatively new submissive, “D”, provides me a canvas by which I may indulge my sadistic fantasies and I’m finding them quite enjoyable.  I’m doing a 6 hour session with him on Tuesday and plan on turning him inside out. The depths of my sadism continue to grow and it’s a sexually arousing state.

I’ll be more diligent about updating my blog over the next few months.  There’s a lot going on and I plan on sharing every bit with you.

We met the submissive at the Waldorf in NYC last weekend.  He wanted to experience public humiliation in an upscale environment and articulated his need to not only be humiliated him but have others outside the scene impose their amusement on his discomfort.  And as always, the Bull was so ready for this.  We hadn’t done this type of scene in several weeks and each time we do one, we want more.

The bar in the Bull & Bear is large, circular and visible.  It’s also a gathering place for many people on a Friday night, making the ability to bring others into his humiliation so much simpler and easier.

Ana wore a pair of latex leggings and thigh high black leather Christian Louboutin boots and a lovely fox fur wrap with a pair of over the elbow leather gloves.  Erich, the bull, sat off to the side and watched as Ana positioned herself at the bar and the heads of a half dozen gentlemen turned in response.  Dismissively, she sat down, ordered a drink and waited for the cuckold to show.  Ana watched and caught his eye as he entered the bar area and intentionally dropped her gloves on the floor.  The man next to her immediately moved to pick them up and she said, “leave them there, my husband will get them”, and he immediately sat down, averted his gaze but surreptitiously watched from the corner of his eye.  The cuckold approached and Ana said, “my gloves are on the floor, shouldn’t you get them for me?”  He bent over, men watched and as she placed her boot on his head and he instinctively knew to stay in that position until she removed it.  Secretly inside his pants, his erection sprung to life and he knew he’d have a challenging time hiding his excitement.  Obvious to everyone was the fact that he was submissive, humiliated and not in control.  Ana caught Erich’s eye from across the room and slyly smiled, knowing that everyone able to observe was fascinated by this interaction.  Certainly it was something that they would be telling wives, girlfriends and coworkers for years to come.

He paused and waited, holding Ana’s gloves in one hand, the blood rushing to his head as he remained bent over but all the while thrilled at the public humiliation.  She took the boot off his head, slipped the toe of her boot under his chin and slowly lifted his head so he was looking directly in her eyes.

“Did I tell you to look at me?” and he immediately averted his eyes.  The bartender came over noticing her drink was almost finished and asked if she needed anything.  “A real man would be nice” she replied and it was obvious he was conflicted between laughing and commenting.  “Go ask that man sitting over there what he’d like to drink”, pointing in the direction of Erich, directing the cuckold to further humiliate himself in front of the entire bar.  By now, it was evident that not only those around her were aware but so was all the staff as they whispered and glanced at the interaction between Ana and the cuckold.  He handed her the gloves and responded, “Yes, mistress”.

Erich smirked as he came over and asked what he’d like to drink.  “Your wife is quite beautiful.  Tell her that I’d love to get to know her better”.  The cuckold mumbled in response to Erich’s drink order and walked back to the bar, telling the bartender that the man sitting in the corner would like a Coke.

Ana told the cuckold to put her gloves on her hand it became quite apparent that the women observing were amused and the men were becoming more aroused at the sight of her dominance.  He pulled the gloves over her elbows and the sight of his erection became an immense source of embarrassment.  He did delight in this sort of scene.

Erich received his drink and Ana got up from her chair by the bar and walked over to him.  “Hold my seat” she told the cuckold.

By now, most of the bar was aware of the interaction but had no idea that this was a fabricated scene.  They looked at the raven haired vixen as she walked over to Erich and he rose to greet her.  She offered her hand in a manner befitting an elegant and sophisticated lady and he kissed the back of her glove and she squeezed his fingers. They’d played this type of scenario frequently but it never ceased to get old and was an ever increasing turn on to them both.

He pulled out the chair and she sat down, flirting with him and raising the curiosity of all those observing this interaction.  The cuckold sat at the bar, thoroughly humiliated, turned on and immobilized by the eyes watching him.  After several minutes of discussion, Ana got up from her seat and Erich held her hand returning to the bar.  Now, nearly every person was aware that something was happening so unusual that they couldn’t look away.

As she walked up, the cuckold immediately surrendered his seat and she took it, with Erich leaning up against the bar and her.  She could feel his arousal and reached a gloved hand down between his legs and squeezed his erection.  The bartender, full of intrigue, came over to see if there was anything he could get them, but hardly hiding his interest in this dynamic.  Ana looked at him and asked, “what would you do if you had a partner unable to satisfy you? Would you find somebody that could?”  He laughed uncomfortably and responded that he wasn’t sure what he would do. “I’d find a real man and make my husband watch me” she said, watching the bartenders face turn red with embarrassment.  “In fact, I think this man here” gesturing to Erich, “will more than fit the bill”.

They made more conversation and Erich, loud enough for the staff and those sitting close by said, “Let’s go up to my room, I’d love to get to know you so much better” and Ana responded affirmatively.

“Come on, dear” she said to the cuckold with the eyes of all the men tracking her every move.  As they progressed past the patrons, she held Erich’s hand, turned to the cuckold and said, “Walk three steps behind me”.

They progressed to the elevator and up to their room and once inside she commanded the cuckold to undress.  Erich grabbed Ana around the waist, pulled her in close and kissed her passionately.  He grabbed a fistful of her thick mane and pulled her to her knees.  She knew his excitement wasn’t manufactured.  It was real and hot.  He wanted her and she craved him.  Her gloved fingers pulled at his zipper and his erection exploded from his suit and into her mouth, down her throat.  This is what she really craved and glancing at the cuckold, she saw he was stroking himself.

“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” she asked.

“No, my dear,” he mumbled and he took his hand off his erection.

She moved back to Erich’s cock, licked the shaft from the base to the tip, circled her tongue around the top, licked off the pre cum that oozed from it and voraciously swallowed it.  Her only dilemma was where she would accept his cum.  In her mouth or in her wet pussy.  Either way, she would be immensely pleased.

“Such a tight pussy your wife has,” Erich commented to the cuckold.  “Too bad you’re incapable of pleasing her.  But it only stands to reason that I can”.

As she swallowed his cock over and over, she took pause and said to the cuckold, “Get my strap on and harness out of my bag” and he opened her purse and pulled out a leather harness and a dildo 8 inches long.

“Did you bring any lubricant?” she asked, knowing full well he hadn’t.

“No, my dear, I didn’t.” he responded meekly.

“Here’s your choice.  Either take it dry or lubricate it with your own cum,” she said.  “I think it should be with your own cum.  Stroke yourself and when you’re ready to shoot your load, cum on my prick.”

He masturbated faster and faster, bringing himself to the point of release.  “May I cum, Mistress?”

“Yes, NOW!!!!”

And he exploded on her prick, a massive load of white cum.  “Lubricate it, bitch”. And he did.

She bent him over, pulling a latex glove over her leather glove and guiding the tip into his ass.

“Breathe,” she snarled and thrust it into him in one swift, aggressive move.  He gasped and as he opened his mouth, Erich took his erection and shoved it in.

Ana rode him for an hour and Erich would bring himself to the point of a massive explosion but intentionally holding off, knowing that they both could bring themselves to orgasm at the same time with a mere glance.  This was something they were adept at doing.

Erich looked at her and she knew he was ready.  She pounded him harder and more fiercely and he slowed his thrusts in the cuckold’s mouth and in an instant they both reached climax with his cum spilling down the cuckold’s throat into a final act of humiliation.

They both pulled out, kissed each other passionately over the cuckold and fell onto the bed together in a final act of desire and lust.

Tributes From Past Sessions

It’s always interesting to dig back into the archives and desk drawers to find remnants and reminders of some of the first sessions I conducted.   Some of these submissives have long since disappeared with no further trace and pulling out these old notes brings on a bit of melancholy because I do truly wonder what happened to them and what their lives have become.  Several of them were sent on their way because they started to become too familiar and demanding, trying to top from the bottom and not understanding or respecting the protocol that comes with a Domme/submissive relationship.

Here are some of the notes that I found.  Enjoy them for what they are, tributes of their class and respect for their position.

Our Most Recent Trip to Manhattan…

The quality of submissives, slaves and cuckolds in Manhattan are unlike any other place.  Maybe it’s because of the sheer volume of people, which is quite likely a factor, but there’s also an openness about sexuality, fetishes and alternative lifestyles that you don’t see in other cities.

We met two new cuckolds, generous and quite submissive.  There’s nothing quite like getting a pathetic submissive so worked up and then denying him the pleasure he so craves.

Cuck #2, as we’ll call him for this writing, showed with flowers and a small gift.  Meeting at the bar, he presented his offering and asked permission to sit, which was granted in a very dismissive manner.  The bartender immediately noticed, as did the two patrons sitting just off to the corner.  Once allowed to sit, he was told to order a cranberry & vodka, no lime, which he did, all the while, playing the part magnificently.  His existence was a mere inconvenience because the Bull sitting across the room was the target of desire.

This was a man who could satisfy and as the evening progressed, they started to talk and became increasingly less concerned with the cuck and more intent on satisfying their hedonistic pleasures at the expense of this useless cuckold.

Upon arriving in the hotel room, the cuck was ordered to fluff the Bull, humiliating even further.  The Queen slowly raised the zipper that went from the hem of her skirt to the waist, exposing a panty-less ass.  The Queen’s heels, a finely crafted pair of Louboutin shoes, shined to perfection and a true indicator of the Queen’s sophistication.  As the cuck fluffed the Bull, she watched approvingly.  As she cinched the harness to her waist and thighs, she became aroused, reached over, grabbed the Bull by the back of the head and kissed him passionately, intentionally stepping on the cuck’s chest.

The cuck was ordered to get off the floor and bend over the bed.  The “do not disturb” sign was intentionally left off the door with the knowledge that the staff would pay an afternoon visit to make sure the room was clean.  This frightened and excited him both.  Once he was on the bed, the Queen positioned herself on all fours, with her pussy just inches from his face.  The Bull mounted her from behind, rhythmically and slowly pounding her and gradually pounding harder and harder until her ponytail swung from side to side and the cuck’s excitement grew to the point of orgasm.  She grabbed his throat with her gloved hand and squeezed, cutting off the air.

“You don’t breathe until he cums, so hope it happens soon”, she snarled at him, her fingers tightening.  Now, the Bull was pounding rapidly and more intensely and she could feel the beginning of her first orgasm.  Sessions like this typically brought on multiple and ever increasing orgasms, sometimes ten or more.  She exploded and immediately began to feel the next and the next and the next.  Now the cucks face was red because of the lack of oxygen and she gripped even harder and she felt the Bull’s cock starting to throb and the frequency of his thrusts slowing, indicating he was close to a massive explosion inside of her.  Within a minute, she felt that explosion and gripped the cuck’s neck even tighter telling him, “now you’re going to taste him” letting the cum drip from her pussy and onto his face.

And then he was ordered to leave.  “Maybe I’ll come home tonight, but not likely.  I’d rather spend it with a real man”.