Scents

Scents are one of the most powerful ways to manipulate a person's mood.  What's more, how someone reacts is completely different from person to person.  It isn't just personal taste, either, it's memories.

Memories are best triggered by smells.  Don't ask me why, or how, I'm not sure.  I don't even know if that's 100% true, but it certainly has always been that way for me.  I can walk by someone who is wearing a certain scent and instantly be transported back to someone I once knew, or even a specific moment with them, along with all the emotions that I associate with them.

This is obviously something you can use to your advantage.  I once read (in a horror novel of all places) that a girl should never be without a scent.  Perfume isn't the only thing, though.  I'm sure most in the kink scene already react to the smell of certain lubes, lotions, leather... it's a really powerful thing.  Just think.

The smell of your Top's favorite brand of cigarettes, rushing into the room as a door opens.

The scent of Your sub's shampoo as she throws her hair back at Your touch.

His favorite cologne, just barely detectable in the sheets your face is being pushed into.

It's a powerful thing.

*shrug*

Just thinkin'.  ;)

-Maitresse Kitty

Odd Dream

So I had this weird dream last night about my Master and I, so I thought I'd share!  :)

We were bicycling in this big group for some reason, and at some point we broke away from them and walked our bikes into this really big grove in the woods.  The trees and bushes made a thickly walled dome and there was some kind of lighting pointed at the center.  There were people sitting all around the edge in a circle, and I could tell they were there for some kind of pitch - and my Master was giving it.

We walked towards the far end which concealed a little room.  I was made to sit in it and remove my clothing while he went out and addressed the crowd.  I stripped down to nothing except my collar and waited patiently, not able to concentrate on what he was saying.

Soon he was back in the little room and grabbing my wrist and some equipment.  He pulled me out in front of the group and pushed me to the ground.  The lights were focused on that one spot, so I couldn't see anyone's faces except Sir's, which was surrounded by a yellowish glow.

He ordered me to lie face-down with my head toward the back and my rear toward the crowd.  I did as commanded, and heard a click as he attached my collar to some ring in the forest floor.  He then stood over me and started beating my ass with a thick leather crop.  I tried to be quiet, but I loved the pain so much and my body writhed around of its own accord.  Little sounds came out of my throat and I thought about how every person in the room was watching me, naked, as Sir painted bright red welts across my flesh.

The beating continued for a few minutes, driving every thought out of my head except the onlooking crowd and Sir wielding his leather.  Soon, I was unlatched from the ground and told to sit up and face them.  I did so, and woke up.

I wish that dream had continued long enough for me to see their reactions!  :p

Later, kittens!

-Maitresse Kitty

P.S. - the third part of the Trucker story is posted on my Literotica account here.

More crazy silly ramblings. Eventually I'll get around to real posts, I swear.

Cross-posting this if I can on Literotica.

Sometimes "No" Means "If You Bite Me First" (Chapter Two)

I woke up a while later in the cab.  There was no light at all, in fact, it was hard to tell if my eyes really were open.  That probably meant it had been a couple of hours, since it was pretty late in the day when I pulled off to take a leak.  Shit, way to make it to Amarillo, I thought.  I wondered how much time I had left in the night, or if I’d slept too far into it.

Then I remembered what had happened, and a wave of embarrassment flooded over me.  I should have been scared, considering, but all I felt was stupid for flipping out around a man I didn’t know.  A pretty man I didn’t know.  A Dominant man I didn’t know.  Great.  Screw these panic attacks.

I sat up, figuring if he had stepped out that I could make it back to my car in the darkness and get the hell out and move on to another town, another place to explore.  I felt that all of my clothing was in place, and noticed my collar was missing.  It’s a hard thing to miss, actually, since I wore it pretty snug.  I felt around on the bed for it and accidentally got a palm full of denim-on-thigh.

Shit!

I leapt up, tripped on my own feet, and fell back down.  Well, if he hadn’t been awake then, he was fucking awake now!  A huge, strong arm encircled me again and held me down against the mattress.  I realized I could talk again.

“Dude,” I whispered, “Please let go of me, I have to go.  This has been fun, but I’ve gotta get outta town.”

“You’re out of town,” the rough voice in the darkness answered.  “And it’s ‘Sir,’ not ‘dude.’  Say it again, kitten, and I’ll take this belt off.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Your belt?  Really?  What are you going to do, give me a whoopin’?”  The second I said it I knew it was a stupid thing to say.  I stopped laughing immediately.  This was a pretty big man.  I bet he could swing a belt pretty hard, come to think of it.  It was as exciting as anything else, but I didn’t feel it was necessary to press my luck anymore with this stranger.  I went with “I’m sorry, Sir.”  Just saying the word again sent that warm, tingly sensation through my lower body.  I remembered my place and the rebellious part of me shut the hell up.  “May I please go, Sir?”

“No.”

Goddammit.

I laid there, still, waiting for him to make the next move.  He asked this time if I wanted to be properly dominated.  I flushed in the dark, that bitterness and sour feeling returning.  “No,” I answered simply, mimicking his own previous answer in brevity.

His fingers stroked up my middle, running under my shirt and caressing my flesh.  Electricity sparked through my body from the skin he touched, forcing a little sigh out of my lungs.  I hoped he hadn’t heard it, but the growing purposefulness of his fingers let me know he had.

“Please, Sir,” I whispered to the ceiling.  “I do not want to be dominated, I don’t want to be touched, it’s never right.”

He rolled further toward me and I felt his rough, sexy stubble against my shoulder, his smoke-tinted breath on my neck.  His lips touched my shoulder, his teeth grazed my skin, his mouth worked its way in toward my neck and bit down tenderly on muscle and grew in intensity.  The electricity sparked through me again and I accidentally let out a little moan.  He nibbled up my neck and sunk his teeth into my ear around my piercings, and I couldn’t control myself for a second.  My arm came up and gripped his upper arm, my back arched and I whispered “please!”

“Please what?”

“Please…please sir…” I already felt silly about having said it, but he was chewing on me again and it hurt so deliciously good.

“Please sir what?”

“Please…um…oh… please do that again, Sir…”

A happy sound rumbled through him and he ran a hand through my hair and kissed me on the lips.  His stubble burned on my skin, but his tongue worked mine and my hips lifted of their own accord.  His fingers slid into my jeans and stroked my wet slit, grinding tenderly at my clitoris and eliciting more sighs and little moans.

For a split second out of the bliss I remembered where I was and what we were doing, and my mind snapped back to hopelessness.  “No,” I whispered, “this is a waste of time, just hurt me, fuck me, and let’s get out of here.”

He stopped touching me everywhere, and deep inside of me I was sad I had made it stop, even though it was absolutely right.  I’d fucked my share of men, and no man had made me come.  In the end all of the foreplay had led to the guy jizzing and going to sleep.  He didn’t know that, he couldn’t have, and what kind of service would it be to let him waste his time?

I took advantage of his stillness by reaching down and sliding off my pants.  I pulled off my top, too, and lay back in the blackness and waited.  If we were the going to do this, I wanted to just do it and get back to my car.

“Who fucked you up?”

Oh, come on.  “Nobody fucked me up, I’m a terrific lay.  Don’t assign me a sob story.”

“I’ll be giving the orders, kitten.”

I shut up except for a yes Sir and stared up into absolute blackness.  He tried to stroke me in various ways again, but I shied away from it when I could and zoned out when I couldn’t.   I didn’t want to be here anymore.  I wanted to be in Amarillo.  In my car, in a hotel room, it didn’t matter as long as I was alone.

There was a sharp sting as his hand struck my tit.  “Hey!”  I shouted, snapping right out of my zone and pissed at the blow.  “What the fuck, ma-…Sir.  What the hell?”

“You weren’t paying attention.  Look,” he rumbled, “I don’t know what idiot taught you to do this, but it’s not what I like.  Do your new Dom the favor of paying attention and being responsive.”

“My new what?  Excuse me?  I’m owned, sorry fella.”

I felt the thick leather of my collar on the tip of my nose and made a grab for it, missed, and tried to push him off of me.  “Look!”  I snapped, “You can play top, you can play sexy, you can even fuck me.  But you don’t own me, and I’m not going to do anyone any favors by pretending to like anything!”

“Pretending?”  He snorted.  He bit into my shoulder again and I tried my hardest to suppress a moan.  His finger pushed into my slippery hole and I arched into it, too overwhelmed by that first feeling of penetration to think.  I heard him laugh out loud, a deep, sexy sound, and the part of me needing the physical feeling fell for the same old trick that foreplay disguised as a promise.  It won over my fear and I melted, “Okay fine, but can we keep that stuff short please Sir and get to the fucking?”

“You don’t want to be fucked.  You want it because it means that this,” he stirred my cunt like a cup of coffee, “is over faster and you won’t have to feel it.  Well guess what little kitty, you’re not getting out of it that easily.”  He slipped a second thick finger inside and my fingernails were in his flesh, my back arching, my hips grinding, his mouth on my neck.  I couldn’t stop the moaning, it just happened, it sounded like someone else in the cab crying out while his big fingers drove concentration out of my mind.

His other hand tortured a nipple under my bra, squeezing it, pinching it, bruising  it.  Suddenly terror overtook my mind as I felt something distinctly overwhelming build in my center.  I cussed and said no, no no, no…

“Yes, kitten?”

“No, please stop now, please it’s happening…”  I tried to get away from his hand, tried to scoot back and up but it only drove his hand further into my cunt, which was making a thorough mess of the bed and getting juices everywhere.

“What’s happening?”

“IT'S happening, please stop, you have to fuck me now,” I whimpered, knowing that once he started fucking me there wouldn’t be any worry of me coming, and terrified that if he didn’t stop now I’d explode and it would all be over.

Rather than quitting, he increased his rhythm, filling my cunt with his fingers and stroking all the right…shit!

I cried out and bucked as orgasm pulsed through my body and wetness spilled out across his hand.  He left his fingers inside of me until I stopped shuddering, and then pulled them out and stroked them across my skin, depositing my own juices on my belly.  I curled up, waiting for the anger, so ashamed and embarrassed.  When my heart had slowed a bit more, and when he still hadn’t said anything, I sat up and felt around for my shirt.  His hands caught my hips before I could stand up and I stayed put.  I waited patiently for him to say or do something.

Finally he did, “Who ever told you that coming was bad?”

“Oh come on!  Nobody!  Nothing is fucking wrong with me, alright?  Jeez, all you guys need a fucking damsel in distress to save, don’t you?  Shit.”

I found my shirt and slipped it over my head, fixing my bra and combing my fingers through my hair while I was at it.  Silence for a second, then suddenly his hands grabbed my shoulders and threw me down on the bed.  I couldn’t see, but I felt him above me and then his stubble was scratching my cunt lips, his fingers burrowing into my flesh to hold me down.  His tongue lapped at my clit and I shrieked and tried to scoot away from his mouth.  “Stop!  That’s really sensitive!” I howled, and then it started again almost immediately.  I couldn’t stop it, it was too strong, it built and built and I begged him to stop again, or at least to fuck me, if he was going to do this again…

He didn’t, I couldn’t, I exploded again and it felt like every part of my body was going to fly apart.  He held his mouth on my pussy for a little while after I came, waiting until it stopped pulsing, and I realized again what an idiot I was for letting him get me off again without having even started on him.  This was never going to fucking end.  I started to cry silently in frustration as he licked slowly and tenderly up and down my hole, sore from his stubble.  I waited for his hold to release and his tongue to stop to make a dash for my pants.  My hands found them but he caught my head mid-lunge and playfully shoved it onto his crotch, hard as a rock beneath his jeans.  I emitted a muffled squeal and pushed myself away from him.  I was humiliated, I was embarrassed, and I wanted out.

He let me pull away and I realized why when he asked why I was crying.  I said, “You’ve had your fun, I’m going now.  You should have fucked me when you had the chance.  It was lovely making your acquaintance, Mr…..”

“Sir.”

“Sir.”  I sighed.  Maybe he got off on anonymity.  But who was I to talk?

“Be honest, kitten, what did I do wrong, exactly?  I know you loved that.  I felt you love that.  What’s wrong?”  I was a bit taken off guard by the tenderness in his rough voice, but part of me knew that was a key point of the play.

“I told you, nothing is wrong.  I can’t help what my body does.  Look, it’s been swell, but the swelling’s gone down.”

"So why are you crying?”

“Please, it’s been a long time, and the cops are going to come knocking on your cab door if you just stay here all night.”

“Come to a motel with me, then, we’re not that far from Amarillo.”

“You’re off your rocker.”

“Maybe I’m just not done.”

“I gave you plenty of chances to fuck me, you decided to fingerbang me instead.”

“I meant with you.”

Geez.  “Whatever, fine.  I’ll follow, I promise, let me out.”

“And how exactly do I know you’ll follow me, hmm, kitten?”

His tone made me stop.  Now that he'd said it, I didn’t want to leave, anymore.  He was toying with me like a puppet.  “You’ll pay for the room?  …I want two beds.”

“I’ll cover it.”

“…I’ll follow, then.  I’m tight on funds.”  I sighed.  It was completely true.  A free room was worth it, it wasn’t like getting raped was really a risk, anyways.  “Find a place that serves breakfast,” I added.

“Deal.”

Tune in next time for Chapter three!  Please do let me know what you think.

Story Time!

So I wrote this little story (haha, "little," yeah right!), and so far it's a few chapters long.  It's dirty, and it's kinky, so I figured I'd post it here, chapter-by-chapter.

First installment!

JUST BECAUSE IT’S FIRST PERSON, DOESN’T MEAN IT’S ME (Chapter One)

I drive a lot.  I drive all over the state, and I’m never shy about seeing a new road or town.  And it’s not a small place.

I was on one of my usual roadtrips, looking for new places and maybe a better job market, this time exploring northwestern bits I’d never been to before.  I had a map, but I didn’t usually use it.  I didn’t usually know where I was except for a general idea until I asked gas station attendants, and it was the sort of area where even they couldn’t give you a straight answer without using the words “in between.”

At this particular moment in time I was “in between” Adrian and Vega, and just about all I could tell you was that I should have gone to the bathroom at the last gas station I’d seen.  It should have only been about another ten minutes, but the seat belt was doing cruel things to my bladder, so I finally decided to pull off and piss behind the car.

There wasn’t much traffic, so I didn’t worry too hard about anyone seeing me.  Besides, the idea of someone catching a glimpse was actually more exciting than anything else.  I pulled down my jeans to my knees, spread my feet, and leaned against the car in a creative pissing position my dear college buddy had deemed “the drunken hobo.”

A blaring honk from a truck without a trailer made me jump, and I lost my balance and stumbled, barely keeping out of my own puddle.  I tossed a finger at the truck as it blew past and pulled up my jeans.  I walked around to the drivers side and got in before I noticed the truck had pulled off, too a little ways ahead.  I thought for a second.

I could start the engine and speed off, ensuring my safety and a thoroughly uneventful roadtrip…or I could see what the muscular beast stepping down from his rig wanted.

Hey, I’m always up for meeting new people.

So I put my keys in the ignition, rolled down the driver’s side window halfway, and sat back to wait.  If he really had something to say, maybe the long walk to my car would help him get it in order.  In the meantime I studied him.  The closer he came, the nicer he looked.  Probably a good ten or fifteen years older than me, he looked to be in his thirties.  I brushed too-long bangs out of my eyes to get a better look.  That was long, dark hair coming out of his hat, about shoulder length.  A strong, bristled jaw, a muscled frame, blue jeans that had the sorts of tears and holes in them you get from playing hard.  Big black boots.  A black shirt with some kind of splashed, messy looking print that could only imply a metal band.

…Shit.  As much as I loved metal, I hadn’t had much luck with metalheads.  I’d put the percentage of loud music lovers that I knew who could also hold an intelligent conversation at around 10%.  Don’t judge, I told myself, he hasn’t even said hello yet.

Nor did he.  He reached the window, set his huge arms on top of the car, peered in and said “Well don’t you look feral.”

Feral.  Acceptable word.  +1 int.

I smiled and asked what he wanted.  I knew I looked his type, with my eyeliner on and my piercings in.  Maybe this would go better than bad.

“Thought I’d take you up on that offer.”  His voice was a low growl, an accent that wasn’t Texan coming through.  Those eyes were a cold, deep blue that almost wasn’t blue at all.  His breath smelled like Camels.

“What offer might that be?”  I asked, smirking up at him.  Ah, Pantera, that was his shirt.  It was a legitimate tour shirt, too.  Impressive.

“Be polite.  Say either yes Sir or no Sir.”

I blinked.  It was an intriguing offer.  Figuring that it wasn’t that hard to change my mind, and I didn’t give a shit about pissing off someone I’d never see again, I went with “Yes, Sir.”

He grinned a little, just at the corner of that hard mouth.  “Won’t you come in?”  He gestured back to his truck, and I opened the door and stepped out.  I had a long walk back to his giant, shiny-as-fuck rig to think about what I was doing, but all I could focus on was the smell of Camels.  I tried to make conversation, but he wasn’t very talkative.  We reached the door and he invited me into the back of the cab.  I paused for a second, but truthfully, it was all so exciting that there wasn’t a chance in hell of me turning around.

True to his clothing preference, his CD player was still blasting Pantera.  He turned it down and looked at me for a long time.  I returned the stare as long as I could, before finally looking at the bed.  It might have been respect, or it might have been an invitation to study other aspects of my own personal clothing preferences.

He reached up and snaked a thick finger through the O-ring on my collar.  “No tag, pussycat?”  I blushed, realizing the song playing at the moment was a cover of Cat Scratch Fever.  “No,” I replied quietly.

“You know what that thing means, right?”

“I know what it used to mean.  Now it’s meaning has changed.”

“Really.”

“Really.”

He studied me a second more, and finally I decided explanation was in order.  “It used to mean what you may or may not think it does.  Now I am my own Owner.”

“Ah.”  Finger still in the loop, he tugged me closer.  I had to scoot toward him to keep from falling forward.  “I’m glad, then, because otherwise this would probably be pissing Someone off, huh.”

“Dunno.  It’s not, though.”

His eyes got hard and he jerked the collar.  “I didn’t hear a ‘Sir.’”

“I mean no Sir, it…it actually, it’s fun.”  I was losing my edge, becoming that sloppy submissive.  I was letting a stranger push me around.  I felt ashamed, but I also felt the rush of excitement start to leak into my jeans.  What a stupid day to go commando – now I was going to have to wash these somewhere along the drive.

His finger left the collar and went instead to around my throat.  His hands were huge, and I felt secretly wonderful.  My eyes fell shut and I felt his other fingers circle my waist just under my top.  He pulled me closer to him and asked if I’d ever been properly dominated.

It broke the spell and this time it was my expression that got hard.  I told him sure, I’d been dominated.  It all sounds amazing until it happens, then you realize it’s just another way to say one-sided sex.  I said it was great to serve, but remembering it just reminds me why I own myself nowadays.  I said it isn’t like in the stories.  He didn’t let go of me, but he waited patiently while I turned my own mood sour.  I got quiet for a minute and sat there frustrated, my neck in the hands of a total stranger, feeling more and more hopeless about sex and relationships, and wishing with all my heart that I was on the road again.

It wasn’t until I decided to act on that impulse and tried to pull away that his grip tightened on both parts of me.  Something very wrong clicked in my mind and I lost it.  I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, just struggled against that grip that wouldn’t let go.  Some part of my brain knew it wasn’t hurting me, just holding me, but that didn’t stop me from freaking out.  I elbowed and pushed, and got one of his hands off of my waist, only to have it pin both my arms against my sides and circle me even more completely.  I might have been crying, but I don’t remember anything else.  I got too worked up, and I’d gone and passed out.

Bad, right?  Eh, when you don’t have anything to lose, adventure is adventure is adventure.

Tune in next time for Chapter 2: "Sometimes 'No' Means 'If You Bite Me First'"

:D

Hey Kittens!

Well, I went on that date I was excited about before!  she's great.  she's easy to talk to, we have a lot in common, and I even got a kiss out of it.  I'm not positive just how kinky she is, but she's so fuckin' adorable I don't really care.  A regular old girlfriend with only the slightest streak of subbiness is fine by me - especially one as beautiful and friendly as she is!  she's got the most adorable blush.

Things here are largely sex-deprived, what with the end of April and all of its deadlines fast approaching.  It sucks.  The funny part?  Even My dirty dreams are messin' with Me.  It's happened before that My dreams, fantasies, or what-have-you wind up screwing Me (ha) with guilt or something, when I realize in the dream that I'm owned and not available to fellows.  Well, this one started off GREAT, with a fellow I was once interested in at one point in my past.  We started making out, grinding, touching, and he cums right in the middle of a kiss.  Before I blew him, before I got any sexual gratification out of it at all.  I woke up so disappointed.  It's like...that was My dream!  It's supposed to work out better than that, ha!

If he was that sort of fellow I'd have punished him and made him get me off, but I guess My dream realized that in real life he's pretty out of touch with the world of kink.  :\  Silly dreams and their letting Me down!

So I shaved My pussy into the most amazing shape right before heading off to My date.  I actually got to show it to her, too.  Mais oui, I drew a comic on the matter, just for you!  Click the picture to see it enlarged.   

Please do not reproduce - all of the art I post here is copyright protected by yours truly.

Sorry about the censor bar - Sir required it.  Also, that's a squirrel tail and cat ears.  I'm not sure if that counts as furry, but hey, why not?  It fits.  ;p

I promise to get a story up one of these days!  I know the post is late, too.  Since I've been out of town for a while, and right when I came home a friend dropped a bunch of orphaned mice off with Me, it's been a little crazy.  Haven't gotten much in the way of "sleep."  That, and just about every deadline of this half of the year is approaching by the end of the week.  Blarggity.

See you soon, kittens!

-Maitresse Kitty

It's Wednesday and I'm Wearing Clothes!

Bonjour, and happy Wednesday!  ;)

Everything has been so crazy lately, I feel like I don't have time to play kink, and it's really been getting to me.  Every time I put off sex I do something stupid, like hit on someone I shouldn't or go chat in IRC and don't tell Sir about it.  It's never a good thing.  The exact same goes for submission.  Even aside from sex, if I ignore serving anyone but myself for a long time...I do silly things.  It gets pent up.

Part of me assumes that no initiative should be taken by me, and that everything should fall to Sir.  That isn't very fair, though, is it?  If I want to serve, it could, and perhaps should, be my responsibility to kick things off.  Does Sir really HAVE to tell me to take my socks off and offer my feet for tickling, or should I recognize that he would love it and do it of my own volition?  Is it a slave's duty to only submit, or to truly serve.

I'm thinkin' the latter.  I've got to pick up the pace!  Not all of life is moving boxes and studying papers.  Some of it can be exciting.

I'm pretty psyched at the moment about a couple of things, actually.  Both things are ladies.  One is an old kitten who I've topped before and will be acquiring in the future, and the other is a new kitten I have a date with next week.  The first has a bit of a story behind her that I'll go into another time, and the latter is someone I've known for a while but never spoken with.  Both are occupying all of my mind!  Half of it is excitement, because there is a whole WORLD of opportunity before me.  All that toppiness that comes out around Sir and really shouldn't - I'll finally have a place to really let it all go.  Deep down this switch is as much a Maitresse as she is a slave.  On the other hand - I truly HATE expectations.

No human is without them, and they can cause some pretty big issues.  When I'm the Domme in the situation, I absolutely HATE having things expected of me.  Expected!  Not hoped for, not yearned for, not wanted - expected.  It really got to me in my last Domme-sub experience, and we wound up playing so much less than we should have.  she expected that I give her x amount of sex, y amount of chores, and z amount of praise.  she expected that I read her mind, she expected that I do everything for her.  That, to me, is some serious role reversal.  It must be the defiant third grader in me or something that just screams "you're not the boss of me!" and just does NOT want to do it anymore.

Maybe it's based in anxiety?  Maybe I'm terrified that I won't live up to expectations, won't be perfect, won't satisfy, and that just takes over my Top side and beats her up.  So much of what Dominants do to/for their slaves is for the slave, and there really needs to be a mutual benefit.  I am sincerely concerned that this will be a repeat, in either, and I won't live up to past tops, past girlfriends, past whatever, that I'll disappoint.  How can one earn respect from a slave with expectations?  Maybe I'm just new at this, but I don't want to hard-head Dominate right through it and wind up ruining something that required a gentler touch.

I guess, truthfully what's been buggin me, what's underneath all of my sheer excitement, is the question:

who is it for?

I feel no shame in asking it, having seen it debated heatedly on so many discussion boards of the bdsm form.  I have no desire to put on a mask and be a Domme that I'm not.  I am a very unique sort of personality, and I can't pretend I don't care.  I won't be pushed around by a sub, though.

We'll see how it pans out.

Nothing is being rushed like last time, thankfully.  Just plans for the first kitten and a single, test-the-waters innocent date with the second.  At least this time I'm ready!

On another, quite random topic - a friend asked me today for advice on lubes.  I had sort of expected those in the kinky world would have a grasp on this oh-so-necessary toybox feature, but here's a summary in case it helps someone out:

- Water based lubes are easier to wash off than silicone, and can be used with just about any dildo.

- Silicone lubes can make for longer-lasting, smoother sailing ass play, but CANNOT be used with silicone dildos.  Silicone on silicone melts.  It's a good idea to keep silicone toys separate for the same reason - they will form one giant, messy, unusable super-toy.  :\

- Flavored and heating lubes really are more for the chick, imo, but really do make for fun vajayjay time.  I've never tried them in the ass, but if you need your butt warmed, all I can say is "follow the instructions on the label."

- For sensitive lady parts and those prone to infection, there ARE some excellent and fun pH-balanced lubricants available to experiment with.

When in doubt, go to a sex shop and ask for samples.  They're not shy!  At the very least you can buy cheap little tester packets and try them out.  If it burns - wash it off and try something else.  Some women have allergies to certain lube ingredients that just doesn't come up until you try it.

That's it for me today.  I'll letcha know how things will have panned out so far with the two kittens next week!

-Maitresse Kitty

<3

Just a heads up

I know I breaked from this for a long while - but just wanted to let anyone reading know that I do intend to start back up the each-Wednesday schedule from now on.  I'm also hoping to write up a little extra or story each month, but we'll see if that pans out or not.

Honestly I quit for a while because I just wasn't sure what to do with this.  I had originally intended to write an educational blog, with technique, news, tips, etc.  I'm pretty good at that kind of stuff, and I have a lot of knowledge to share, but it just didn't sound right every time I sat down to blog.  So, with that in mind, I'll be writing more personally from now on.  Bits from my life as a slave, bits from my life as a Mistress, bits from my experiences and my opinions.  That feels a lot more honest and exciting to me.

So, with that off my chest, regular blogging begins tomorrow!

See you tomorrow, kittens!

-Maitresse Kitty

A bit about me, safety, and preparation for play

Evenin'!

Byyy the way, here's a bit about me, since I removed the Profile blurb on the side:

I am a bisexual slave, collared by my Boyfriend.  We are poly, in that we are usually seeking female slaves to add to our home under me.  That makes me a switch, if you didn't notice.  ;)  I feel this qualifies me to chat now and then about both sides of the whip, since I've played and lived on both.  It's taught me quite a bit, both about the dynamics of bdsm relationships as well as about myself and my service and techniques.  :) 

I personally am into many, many things, but my favorite kinks are intricate rope bondage and suspension, edge play, and pain.  Oh, and just a heads up, I'm not always consistent with my capitalization, since I do switch, but I try quite hard to capitalize other people's names appropriately.

If you'd like to send me feedback, ideas for topics to discuss, other suggestions, or criticism, feel free to write me at: MaitresseKitty@gmail.com

If you do write me, please keep in mind a few things:

- I will not respond to requests for playing - this is a blog, not a personal ad

- I try to show respect to others, you should, too.  My name is Maitresse Kitty, not maitresse kitty, and I am only a slave to my Sir - it is inappropriate to treat me as unowned, worthless, or available property.  Let's be adults.  Kinky doesn't mean sleezy.  :)

- I welcome both positive and negative criticism, hit me up with feedback!  :)

I'm quite friendly, don't be shy!

Okay... onto the content!

It's always best to start with safety, but I'm willing to bet most of the people reading this are already aware of SSC (safe, sane, consensual) and RACK (risk-aware consensual kink), as well as have established their own personal opinion on safe words and policies of play.  If not, google is definitely your friend.

Specifically I'd like to talk about stretching today.  No, not holes.  Stretching your muscles!

A few days ago I had the lovely fortune to charlie horse a muscle in my back mid-fucking.  It wasn't even kinky, which is pretty sad, but it brought all motion to a stop for a few minutes and was pretty painful.  I can't even imagine how nasty it would have been if I had been restrained at the time!

This could have been avoided if I'd done a few quick stretches first and loosened up.  Stretching is not only great for your muscles (and keeping the play going longer), but for you subby types out there it's also a calm, relaxing way to get in the mindset before getting started.  If you're clever, it can even be worked into foreplay.  I know my Sir thinks naked stretches are incredibly sexy.  ;)  What stretches to do will depend on what you are going into, but here are some superb tutorials:

http://tinyurl.com/yhvx8t5

 Here are the basic stretches I go through when I'm not doing anything specific or fancy:

Back:  Stand up straight, and imagine a line pulling up from the bottom of your heels, through your legs, through your spine, through your neck, and out the top of your skull.  Imagine it pulling right up to the ceiling.  Now cut that string, and slowly curl forward, starting with just your neck, then  your shoulders, then your upper back, just a little at a time.  If you can hug your knees, do.  Focus on making a rounded arch with your back.  Now, one muscle group at a time, straighten upwards again until that string is once more taught.  Do this a few times, maybe curving to the side, until your back feels stretched out and limber.

Sides:  Space your feet about two shoulder-widths apart, raise your right arm to the ceiling, and bend to the left.  Imagine that string again, this time pulling from your arm to the opposite side of the room.  Keep your hips level and facing forward so all of the stretch is on the side of your body.  Repeat on the other side.

Arms:  Point your right arm at the ceiling, then bend at the elbow so your forearm is over your head.  Place your left hand on your right elbow and gently pull until you can feel a slight stretch going from your outer upper arm to your upper right side.  Repeat on the other side.  Then, straighten your right arm forward in front of you, and pull to the left.  This should stretch in your shoulder.  Repeat on opposite side.

Thighs:  Balance yourself against a wall and lift one foot behind you, so that your heel would touch your butt if you pull on it.  Now...pull on it.  You should feel a stretch in the front of your thigh.  Repeat on other side.

Hams and Calves:  Sit on the floor with your feet together in front of you and your legs straight.  Point your toes to the ceiling (flex) and reach towards them, or pull if you can reach them.  This will stretch your back, your hamstrings, and your calves.  You can also do this standing up by sticking your rear in the air and making an A shape without the middle line.  For an extra stretch, try and arch your back while keeping your legs straight.

Butt:  Sit on the ground with your legs crossed Indian-style.  Lift your right leg out of it, Pull your left knee towards your center, and place your right ankle on top of your left knee.  Now straighten your back and lean forward, Keeping your right knee down.  You should feel a stretch in your right buttock.  Repeat on the other side.  Because this one is a little tough to explain without showing it, here's an image of a woman doing the stretch on her back.  If she were doing the same thing sitting up, with her right calf parallel to the ground, she'd be doing the stretch I described:  http://www.getactivetampa.com/Traditional%20piriformis%20stretch.jpg

That's about it.  Different stretches for different activities.  Just picture what you'll be doing, what muscles it will be utilizing to keep you in the position, and make sure those areas are nice and loose.  *Insert vagina joke here*

Sorry to make this particular blog more about exercise than sex, it just happened to be on my mind.  Here's a comic to make it up to ya:

Yes, that really happened to Sir and I.  And  yes...we're dorks in bed.

And yes...I took a really cruddy pic of the drawing.  :p

Kk, more exciting happenings in le next post.

Later kittens!

-Maitresse Kitty

First Post!

Just got my pussy spanked in celebration of the new blog!  ;)

I hope you all enjoy it!  I'll try and cover my personal adventures, as well as technique or equipment posts and any interesting current events applying to the world of kink.  See you around!

-Maitresse Kitty