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Way Back Wednesday: You Don’t Get To Tell Me No

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Mr. Kink Uses Mrs. Kink The Way She’s Meant To Be Used

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Catalina

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I want to try to write all of this down before it fades into this evening’s adventure.  Last night after the baby went to sleep I was told to put on my collar and find all of my toys and lay them out nicely on the end table.  I grabbed my Feeldoe, several dildos, three different colored candles, my Hitachi Magic Wand with the attachments, the thigh harness dildo, the flogger, the paddle, the crop, the handcuffs that go with the Liberator sex wedges, rope, bondage tape, and my lead.  I laid out the liberator wedge and ramp on the bed and spread a sheet over it.  They are washable, but I was thinking there might be wax play involved and I didn’t want them to be ruined.  Ultimately I’d like to get one of the Fascinator Throes because it is soft and silky to the touch, but waterproof for girls like me who squirt. Click on the Liberator main page, then on Boudoir, then on Fascinator Throes.  They are really worth the investment for kinksters like me (and probably you!)

Okay, so back to the night.  I set everything out at the side of the bed and sat, waiting on my knees, until He came back into the room and took it from my hands to put around my neck.

“Lie back and spread your legs for me,” he said, as he blindfolded me.

I obediently complied, spreading my legs open as far as I could, bringing my knees to my chest.  Then I felt him place clamps on my nipples, one at a time, as delicious pain washed over my body sending a pulse to my clit.  When they were in place he played with them a bit, tugging at them slightly and tightening them just a bit.  My hips already were responding in a gyrating motion.

I felt him move away for a moment, only to feel him open my pussy with a speculum and pour olive oil into my cunt.  “This is to get you good and wet, slut, because you’re going to need it tonight.”

Yes, Master,” I replied sweetly.

He played with my open cunt for some time, examining my cervix, noting the threadlike wire that comes out of my cervix from my IUD.  He placed his fingers inside of me, swishing around the oil and placing his fingers into my mouth and all over my face.

He played for quite some time with my pussy – touching me in different areas to see my reaction to each pleasure zone.  He blew up a long balloon and fucked me with it through the speculum.  He filled my cunt with cotton balls and then drew the out one by one with forceps.  He took pictures of my wide open pussy for all to see at his whim.  And then, when he’d finished playing with my open pussy, he removed the speculum only to replace it with his fist.  He put the Hitachi on my clit with his fist inside of my cunt and I felt my entire pelvis vibrate.  “May I cum?” I asked.

Denied.  Instead.  He pulled his fist out of my pussy and removed the Hitachi from my cunt.  I felt something even bigger pushing its way into my swollen fuckhole.  “Guess what that is?” MDS asked me.

“The big dildo?” I asked.

“Wrong!” he slapped the inside of my thighs.  “This is a can of soda.  Your gaping cunt is taking in an entire can of soda.  Whore.”

I pushed against him as he pushed it into my cunt.  The stretching pain was exquisite and made me nearly cum.  “Now rub your clit, slut,” he said.

I rubbed my clit as he forced the can further and further into my pussy until I had completely taken it in.  “Now stop,” he demanded.  And like an obedient little whore, I did.

He grabbed the Hitachi again, placing it directly on the can vibrating throughout my entire cunt and into my cervix and uterus.  With his free hand, he poured hot red wax all over my clit.  Occasionally I could feel the burning wax seep down the edge of the can into my pussy, heating me up from the inside.

Now you’re going to suck your Daddy off.  Your job is to keep that can in your pussy using your muscles only.  If it comes out, even slightly, you will be punished and I mean punished hard.

He moved to my face and put his cock in my mouth, directly down my throat, fucking my throat like he’s never done before, the entire time dripping hot wax on my clit.  Each time the wax hit my clit I sucked a little more vigorously.

“Now suck Daddy’s balls.  You know how I like it – you’ve been my whore for nine years now.”

I took each one into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue and squeezing gently between my lips, sometimes taking both into my mouth to let them roll over one and other.  I licked his ass and moved back to his balls and then licked his ass some more.  I focused my attention with one hand on his cock and my other hand fingering his ass while licking and sucking his balls and within minutes he said to me, “Open your mouth, little girl.  I want to fill your mouth up with my cum.”  As I sat under him, playing with his balls and ass he squirted his cum into my mouth with perfect aim.  “Don’t swallow it, slut.  Not until I tell you you can.”  I lay there with my mouth wide open, filled with his delicious cum, tasting it with each tastebud on my tongue when he said, “Now you may swish it around in your mouth and when you are ready, you may swallow me.”

I savored his flavor for a minute, letting it drool slightly out of the corners of my mouth only to swipe it back in with my fingers and then swallowed him.  I was still cum hungry, though and so I sucked his fingers and cock dry as well.

“Now it’s your turn, little slut.  This is where you get to prove to me how much you love me.  This is your opportunity to prove your devotion to me.  You will do whatever I tell you.”

I nodded my head, still licking the cum from my lips and said, “Yes, Master.  You can do anything you want to me anytime you want to.

He pushed the can I still had in my cunt in even further.  “I want you to hurt, little slut,” he said as he bit my nipple.  “I know you need this intense experience, that just being fucked missionary style on your back would never do for you.  You need to be my slut.  You need to be my whore.  You need to confess all of your dirtiest, nastiest fantasies to me while I give you what you need.”

The dirty thoughts spouted out of me like a fountain…  I want to be fucked by men I haven’t even met, men who you chose to come to our house to fuck your wife… men who are standing around jerking off while watching you fuck me like this… men who cum on my face… men who cum all over my pussy as you’re fucking me… men who force my mouth open and fill it with their cum until it pours out of the corners of my mouth… men who will fill up a cup with cum and force me to drink it,,.. men who take their turn fucking me…men who talk about what a worthless slut I am, only good for one thing – fucking…  men who hold me down while you violate me in ways I never imagined… men who piss all over my pussy as I masturbate… men who suck each others’ cocks and then feed me the cum out of their mouths…

“Cum, little whore.  You have 10 seconds.  Cum for me like the little whore you just described.”

I imagined my montage of fantasy and by the time he got to 2, I was begging to cum.

“Cum, but don’t forget who this pussy belongs to.  Repeat it over and over -  ‘I’m Your Slut, Master.  I’m Your Slut Master.  I do whatever You tell me to do whenever You tell me to do it.  I’ll do anything you want me to do.  I’m Your sl…uuuu….t” and I couldn’t say anymore as I gasped for breath.

He pulled me to his chest and hugged me.  “Of course you are my slut.  And you always will be.”

I Slapped Her Face With My Cock And Coated Her Tits With Hot Wax

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You may be aware that Catalina has had a rough go of it lately. Her back and shoulder have been severely messed up, but lots of drugs, and a new TENS unit are taking care of that. The other night, I laid her down on the bed, and was going to beat her ass red, but instead, her SLUT collar proudly shining, she wanted wax. Now the neat thing about this whole time is that she’s in a pain slut mode, and the meds make her very stout and resilient. This means I can flog her until my arm is sore, spank her until my hand is red, and cane her until her dripping pussy is too much to resist.

But anyone who knows me, knows that I love nipples. I pulled them and bit them and BIT them and BIT them, and she was riding the pain in bliss. Totally my slut. My property. My whore. She sucked my cock a little, but it hurt her neck, so as she sucked my balls, I reached for the candle.

I must mention that she was wearing a blindfold, and her hands were bound together, albeit with a length of rope between them. The flickering flame was the only light in the room. She was on her back, mouth open slightly in what I call her Sex Mouth. That means that she is a cum hungry cock slut, or a cock hungry cum slut (in that moment). I aimed the first drop at her left nipple, and it struck as she moaned. Ordinarily, we have to ease into wax play, or else it’s too much too soon, like getting into a too hot bath. This time, with the drugs, she moaned like I just slid my fingers inside her. “The pain is sooooo goooood.” she moaned.

I let the wax rain down carelessly. With the drugs dulling her senses, she truly was my slut to hurt. The wax landed square on her perfect pink clit, and she raised her hips to fuck it. I slapped her face and made her tell me filthy things, things that remain between us. She rubbed my cock against her smooth cheek and slapped it, and I took the hint and slapped her face with my cock. I spread her open and she begged for more pain. She was completely a painslut, more than I’ve ever known her to be. She wanted my cum all over her face, mouth, tits, cunt, everywhere. She wanted a group of men watching me fuck her like the slut she was, and jerk off all over her. She was, in that moment, a true and perfect slut. Anyone could have fucked her, and she would have given over to them completely. Not in her heart, or even in a D/s way, but in a fuck way. You know what I mean. I told her that, as I took the Magic Wand and pushed it hard against her clit.

I took my cock away from her face long enough to slap the wax off her tits. She wanted more. I grabbed her nipples with my fingernails dug in, and pulled. I bit her flesh. I called her filthy names, she was riding the edge and it was so good, but exhausting.

I took our bottle of lube, spread her open, and just poured it in. Then, before she could even process what was happening, I shoved my whole fist into her tiny, pink, pussy. All the way to cervix. All the way… deep. Women, you know exactly what I did. And it was flawless. She cried out, “What is that?” (blindfolded remember) and when I said, “That’s my fist, you slut.” she started shuddering. The pain, the domination, the drugs, the sheer depravity… my other hand resumed the clitoral overload with the Hitachi, and she started to shake and whimper, and tell me that she was a slut, a whore, a analslut, a cockslut, (more and more desperate) and so on. I opened and closed my fist, as much as I could, and the pain was her lover. She relented at last, and the orgasm made her rigid and clenched, under she shattered with a shudder, and I was holding her tiny, sobbing body in my arms. She cried with release, and catharsis. I kissed her, and loved her, and treasured her back to the waking world.

“Thank you.” she sighed breathlessly. She’s my girl. Now and forever. I know what she needs, and how far she can go, and she’s an adventurer, she always wants what’s next. Bring it.

It was great sex.

[Photographer/Model? This was emailed to me]

Written by MarkyDSade

June 26, 2008 at 3:48 pm

She’s Out On Injured Reserve

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My little girl is hurt. She has had a horrible spasm in her trapezius, and aside from downing a prodigious amount of flexeril and valium, Catalina hasn’t been very slutty. Too much pain. This has been going on for weeks now, steadily escalating in intensity, and infirmity. She’s sleeping now, for the first time in days. That’s how all the work gets done on the blogs. She just stays up and writes, with a heating pad on her shoulder, and bong in hand. That’s why there hasn’t been much activity here lately. When she’s better, I will beat her into the submissive cumslut we all love. Until then, she’s my little girl who needs Daddy to tend her. In the meantime, here’s my cock. (you’re welcome) :-)

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June 21, 2008 at 5:44 pm

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Mr. and Mrs. Kink Present This Week In Kink

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[The Official Return of The Red Hair ::wild applause:: Photo by Altered Aperture.]

Well, it’s official. Every Friday I’m going to do This Week In Kink for you. I’m not only going to include our blogs, but the blogs of my friends, as well. I’m also going to just pick the top TWO posts instead of THREE because the list is getting a little long. As usual, please let me know what you think.

Catalina Loves:

Catalina Says:

The Momme Domme – From Professional Mom(me) To Professional Domme

Corset and Collar:

Breathplay Fetish Blog:

Mr. and Mrs. Kink (dot com):

Marky D. Sade’s Sexy BDSM Blog:

Mz. Berlin’s Blog:

Atlanta Bondage:

Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go:

Kinkerbelle:

Curvaceous Dee:

So there you have it. This Week In Kink with a few new friends on the list. We’ll see how big this list grows!

i am my Master’s slut

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Being Marky D. Sade’s wife is the best. Not only is He my Husband and Best Friend, but also my Master. Our relationship has evolved from Daddy/Little Girl to Master/slut over time.

Last night I was instructed to find my (slut) collar, my dildo, and my Hitachi and have them on the bed waiting when He came upstairs. He knows that my Achilles’ heel is sucking His cock. The first taste of cum sends me soaring. He slid my collar around my neck as He stuffed His cock into my mouth. His fingers explored my body, His body, as I sucked His cock. He grabbed my nipples and pulled them, harder and fiercer than ever before. However, being more of a painslut than ever, and I only got wetter and wetter.

He reached down between my legs, spread me wide open, and examined me, stretching my pussy open to look at me closely, hurting me so good. He savagely finger fucked me, leaving me hurting for more, as He stuffed His cock down my throat, controlling my breathing with His cock. I gasped for air as He pulled His cock out of my throat only to stuff it into my pussy.

As He grabbed my throat with His hand He said to me, “Your ass is Mine tonight, little slut. You have been keeping it from Me, and I have been patient, but I am done waiting. Tonight I am going to remind you that you are not only a cockslut and a cumslut, but that you are also an assfuckslut.” I began to fade and He loosened his grip, leaving me panting and wanting more. “Now beg, little whore. Beg for My cock in your ass.” I did. I begged him. I begged to be fucked in the ass, to be fucked hard, to be hurt, to be used, to be treated like the assfuckslut that He knows that i am.

He turned His back on me for a moment to grab the wedges from the closet and threw them on the bed.

“Assume the position.”

I laid across it on my tummy with my ass and pussy open at the end of the bed for Him to do with as He pleased. He grabbed my dildo and plunged it into my dripping wet cunt. He taunted me for a while and then pulled it out and stuffed it into my ass with one thrust. “Even your ass is wet. You’re such a slut that you can take a cock without even being lubed. What does that say about you?”

He pulled it out and stuck his fingers inside of me, stretching me open further. “Your ass is gaping, little slut,” He said, as he pulled out His fingers and slid His cock in their place. “See? You denied Me this? You will regret that. You will be fucked in the ass every time I choose to. You have no say in that. Do you understand that? You have no say in the matter.” I answered, obediently, “Yes, Master. As You wish. My body is Yours, for Your pleasure at Your discretion, of course.”

As He fucked my ass, He began to count backwards from 20. I have been trained by Him to cum on command, but He is generous enough to give me 20 seconds this time. He reached around me to place the Hitachi on my clit and the problem wasn’t whether or not I could cum in 20 seconds, but whether or not I could wait the 20 seconds until allowed to. 15… 10…. 5… “Cum, little slut.” And I did, leaving me completely shattered only to be put back together by Him.

I laid there, in His arms, crying. “Let it all out, all that stress, all that tension, all that fear, all that anxiety. Just let it go and let Me wash over you,” He said to me as I sobbed. Catharsis. It’s uncontrollable, the tears. It’s nothing more than the physical manifestation of a very spiritual release, yet it bothers me. He comforts me, snuggles me, lets me come down a little and then says to me, “Now I’m going to go jump in the shower, and when I come back, I want you in a state of near orgasmic arousal. Do not cum, little slut. When I come back, you will suck Me off. I will cum all over your pretty little face and mouth. You will drink Me in like love nectar.”

Hours later, after serving Him as He had instructed, I curled up next to Him, snuggled into my spot on His chest, and fell safely into dreamland. I woke up this morning before He did and wrapped my lips, again, around His cock, feeling Him swell and grow in my mouth before His eyes opened. He awakened. “Good morning, little slut. What a good little slut you are already today. I am proud of you. There may be hope for you yet.”

Written by Catalina

June 14, 2008 at 11:14 pm

You only *wish* you got emails like this from *your* Husband

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I will clamp you, with cuffs on your arms and legs, to an X frame. You will be naked. I will take the coarsest hemp rope and bind your tits until they throb. I’ll wrap the rope around your neck in a nice bit of predicament bondage, so that if you raise your head too far, you’ll tighten the ropes around your perfect tits. Then I’ll use a crop on your nipples until they’re hard and purple. I’ll slap your pretty face too. You’re My whore. You exist for My pleasure.

I will often check your pussy and see how wet you are, slut. Then I’ll use a nice flogger to pummel your torso and cunt. Five minutes with the magic wand on your swollen clit, while repeating, “I’m a slut” over and over, will leave you completely defenseless.

I take you down and lay you across My knee. I beat your ass with a wooden paddle until it glows red like a coal. Occasionally I’ll fist your wet cunt, ignoring any cries of discomfort. You need to hurt. You need this.

I put clamps on your nipples (still bound) and bend you over a chair, the weights hanging painfully. I fuck you roughly, alternating ass and cunt, deep and hard, pulling your hair and choking you. Drool hangs from your mouth, and you can’t catch your breath, but… you would let Me take you away. You are mine. Lucky girl.

You’re still sobbing out what a whore you are, how you’re My fuck toy, My property, but you hear me whispering something, in time with the thrusts of my cock.

“You’re beautiful.” I repeat with each thrust. Nothing else changes. I’m still pulling your hair, slapping your ass, completely owning you, but… “You’re beautiful.”

You shatter into a million diamonds. The hot throb of My cum in your pussy is the gravity pulling you back together. You don’t know if you’re crying or laughing. You’re just in my arms as I unbind you, and release your poor nipples.

I carry you, like a little girl, to bed, and rock you to the best sleep of your life.  In the morning you awake to the feeling of Me cumming in your mouth, before you’re even awake, your slutty nature sucks and swallows Me. But… that’s another day.

Your Master wants pictures of you playing with His pussy. And tits. And toys. Wet. Slutty.

Written by Catalina

June 13, 2008 at 3:43 pm

Way-Back Wednesday: Giving Up Control

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I took my evening shower after putting the kids to bed and had a nice bowl. All warm and cozy and relaxed, my Daddy rubbed my neck and my back. I didn’t even know he had my collar out, but when he slipped it around my neck, I instantly became wet. I know what it means to have my collar on. It means I no longer have a choice in what’s going to happen. Giving up control is a powerful turn on for me. After He rubbed my body all over, putting his fingers inside me and making me lick them off, He asked me to submit for inspection. I spread my legs and He looked very carefully to make sure that I have done a good job shaving. Then He put his fingers into me again to check me. If I have done a good job, He will allow me to suck his cock. If I have not done a good job, it’s spankings. Truth be told, I like the spankings and sometimes I purposefully “miss a spot” to get them. While He beat my ass red and tingly, I got wetter and wetter. If I am not wet enough, I get more spankings. He likes me to be dripping wet.

Last night, after spanking me until I was dripping wet, He instructed me to get on the floor on my hands and knees. He dropped his balls onto my face to suck and I happily did it. I moved my tongue down his balls towards his ass and gently began to probe it. He told me to lick him until he said stop and if I paused even for a moment, He was going to spank me again. I lapped him up without pause, not even for a second. He told me I was a good girl and He rewarded me by bending me over the bed and placing his hand inside my pussy, one finger at a time, until I held his entire fist inside me. He held it there while I turned over onto my back. Once I was on my back, He took out my dildo and slid it into my ass. I instantly begged to cum, but my Daddy only allows me to cum when He is ready for me to cum. I begged and pleaded, but He instead stopped and pulled out the dildo and his hand at the same time. He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my head back by my hair (another turn on!) and began to fuck me in the ass (hard!). He told me to rub my clit with my hand, which I did, of course. He began spanking me again, biting my back, and pulling my hair at the same time — and again I begged to cum. He came in my ass and then allowed me to come. When we were both done, he instructed me to get a nice warm washcloth and clean him up gently before cleaning up myself. He asked me if I wanted my collar off to go to bed, but I politely declined the offer, happily sleeping with my collar on like a good little kitten. We snuggled up and I fell asleep while being petted, dreaming of our encounter the whole night.

Written by Catalina

June 11, 2008 at 2:44 am

Mr. and Mrs. Kink’s Unbelievably Good Sex Last Night

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[Another great photo by Erocrush - you may notice I use a lot of his photos.  I'm a fan.]

Last night’s sex was heavenly.  I mean that.  For one thing, my right shoulder has been incredibly painful for the last week and while laid out over the Liberator ramp and wedge, my shoulder didn’t hurt for the first time.  But that’s not the best thing about the Liberator!

Mr. Kink and I are really excited about the Liberator after one night.  We got out the ramp and the wedge, unzipped the cases, and placed them them on the bed. Within minutes I was on tummy over the end and Marky was flogging me.  It was awesome.  Very shortly flogging turned to spanking turned to paddling turned to fucking me from behind.

We both marveled at how perfectly positioned we were, and beyond that, how unbelievably comfortable it made sex.  We aren’t old, by any means.  Marky is 40 and I’m 29 (haha), but the support under my body was undeniably perfect for me and the positioning for Marky was undeniably perfect for him.  We made sweet (naughty, slutty) love for a half an hour like that.  It was truly blissful.

Then I rolled onto my back and he moved to my side and I sucked his cock and balls while he fingered my (dripping by this point) pussy.  He came on my face with his balls in my mouth and fingers deep inside of me and then swiftly moved down to the end of the ramp to lick my clit to orgasm, which was achieved in about 3 minutes.  It was delightful.

I can’t remember enjoying sex as much as I did last night.  Ever.  It was perfect.  Thank You Liberator!  Oh, and I’ll post a full review of my Liberator Black Label Ramp/Wedge combo on CatalinaLoves.com soon – we want to try it a few more times, play with the cuffs and tethers, etc.  Thorough research is required. (:

More Mr. and Mrs. Kink Gmail

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…Don’t ever forget that it is you that I love…
yours,
catalina

And I love you. You’re as amazing as you are sexy. I had great sex with you last night. I love the special intimacy, and naughtiness, of fucking you deep in your tiny little ass. I should take you over my lap often. It’s a lightning rod to Buttercup and her Daddy. You’re a very good girl.
I love you.

Written by Catalina

June 7, 2008 at 9:15 pm

Thanks for Last Night

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I had a wonderful time with you last night. Thank you for spending so much time, energy, and moisture on pleasing me. Good girl. You made me feel incredible for hours. I loved every moment. I love fucking my slut wife. I love being intimate, more and more as we grow together, with my best friend, and making love with my soulmate. You’re perfect for me. I love you with all my heart, and hard on.

Written by Catalina

June 5, 2008 at 12:12 am

Kinky Couple Sex

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I had a really neat conversation today with a friend about hot sex. We talked about how hot it is when couples who are in love make love. It’s true. I think that there is nothing hotter than sex in a committed, loving, safe relationship. Communication is really important within the bedroom of our marriage. We talk very openly, sometimes while hanging out and sometimes during sex. We share our fantasies and thoughts and as a result, we’ve been able to explore all kinds of new things. This has allowed us to really cut loose and just have hot sex.

As a sex worker, I see a lot of married men who claim that they could never share their kinky fantasies with their wives, and honestly, I feel sad for them. Is it true that they can’t talk about it or do they think that it’s true? Maybe it really would freak out their wives if they knew, but I think it would freak them out more to find out down the road that they didn’t even know the man they slept next to all those years.

I want to know all of Mr. Kink’s kinky desires because I want to fulfill them. That’s love. I’d feel awful if I found out down the road that Mr. Kink had a secret kink all those years that we didn’t have a chance to explore together. It would be a huge disappointment.

But back to hot couples sex… my conversation reminded me of a couple that I once spent time with as the in a threesome. We all had some fun together, oral sex all around, and then I watched as they fucked and they got off together. It was *magical*. They were so focused on each other, eyes connected, talking (in Spanish) about how much they loved each other. It stands out in my mind, because although they were willing to share for a while, ultimately it was all about them. I love that.

Written by Catalina

June 3, 2008 at 12:15 am

Kinky Email from Mr. Kink

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[Photography by Melvin Moten, Jr. / Erocrush]

It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten one of these. I trust you remember how to behave?

Once the baby is asleep, we are going to get in the shower. You are going to wash me with love and as much submissive attention as you can muster. Then you will shave me smooth. Pay attention, kitten, because that which you shave you will soon lick/suck/adore. You are a cocksucking slut. You love using your mouth. It gets you so worked up that you can’t help but be my whore. It’s ok. I love you, and I always give you lots of cum.

Once I am shaved, we will switch places, and Daddy will wash his little girl. The little girl with the angel skin and red hair. We will not shave you. We’re taking pictures. Before we leave the bathroom, I grab your throat, look you in the eyes, and finger your pink, wet pussy… the pussy that always makes you my slut. I tell you that this is real, and tonight you are a sub first and foremost. No cutting corners, Catalina. I kiss you tenderly as I give you my cumwet finger to suck.

Then it’s to the bedroom, where you gather your collar, cuffs, and lead. After dressing you in your slutwear, I instruct you to lick and suck my balls, made smooth by the devoted attention of Daddy’s little girl (slut).
You will suck me off, and take my cum deep in your throat. You will be the best cumslut in the world, with your dripping cunt firing your passion.

Then…
Daddy will take pictures.
Then…
Daddy will fuck you.

You will cum. You will belong to Me. I will give you respite, and rest. Only I know that you truly love to serve, suck, and swallow. My secret slut. No one knows that you need to be taken, to be dominated. You get crazy. Realize this. You are my Whore. My Slut. Your pussy is Mine. I can take you at any time. My love and respect is like no other’s, and we often just hang out, but this evening, for a little while… you are Mine.

Good girl.

Written by Catalina

June 1, 2008 at 7:42 pm

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One From The Archives: Do You Want Me To Call You A Whore?

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This is something I wrote almost a year ago (Marky D. Sade here) and it made a big splash on the site on which it was featured. Enjoy.

We humans are an interesting breed. We have so many facets to our personality, to our being, that we’re more like a confederacy, or a coalition government, than a single consciousness. If the human psyche were a computer operating system, it would be Windows. For the purposes of this screed we’ll say Windows XP, because I’m familiar with it much more than Vista. Ok.
Here’s the deal. Windows XP, and the releases the precede it, like Windows Me, 2000, 98, 95, 3.1, etc) are built upon the framework of the older versions. I can dig into the system files of my XP, and find old programs that go back 15 years or more. They’re still there. They’re just dormant. Just like old impulses in our psyche. We’re not too far away from the days when wolves were, literally, at our door, and people did get eaten by bears.
I bring this up because nowhere do I see this stratification of personae more clearly than during sex.
My wife and I have great sex. We have amazing sex. Seven years together, and we have more, and better, sex than when we met. We’re adventurers, she and I. There has always been a subtle power play dynamic with us (usually in the form of Daddy and his girl) but lately we’ve moved into straight up D/s play. Although my adoration for my wife sometimes echoes of John and Yoko, in the bedroom I am dominant. Although my wife describes herself as bossy and always right, in the bedroom (with me) she is submissive. Now, we have tried swtiching it around, and although it was hot, it only reinforced the reality that I am primarily a Dom (within this dynamic). So, how does one go from rubbing her furrowed brow and fetching her drinks, to tying her up in the manner of Japanese rope bondage, and dripping hot wax on her tits, while making her tell me what a whore she is?
Simple.
Love, trust, and a sense of adventure. Contrary to the myth, bondage, BDSM, D/s, all that noise is play. Who doesn’t like having their hair pulled during sex? Who doesn’t like a slap on the ass, or simply being taken? That’s all leftover stuff from our time as simpler mammals. Ever seen cats fuck? With the neck biting? I think it’s the same little genetic code, except it can be triggered with hair pulling (or erotic choking… a hand on the throat… sexy), or a slap on the ass.
We all have untold vistas and horizons within us, ripe for exploration. I am truly blessed in that I am married to my (although I shudder at the word, it fits) soulmate. Not only is she my wife, she’s my best friend (aawwwwww) so we have an intimacy, and a shared naughtiness that allows us to be pretty open about stuff that is stupid outside of moment.

I called my wife a whore.

More specifically, I asked her if she was a whore. We were fucking, hard, and intensely, and she was riding that plateau… waiting for that one thing to take her over the edge. I took one of her perfect nipples in my fingers, and pinched/pulled. Excellent. She loves that (me too. I’m all about nipples), but this time, I also leaned into her face and asked, “Are you a whore?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, and her pussy clenched spasmodically, but she didn’t answer. I pulled her hair hard, exposing the white flesh of her neck, which I licked and bit (while fucking, mind you.)
“Answer me.”

Her breath was hitched and ragged. “I can’t.”

A little slap on the cheek. My voice is stern now. “Are. (slap) you. (slap) a. (slap) whore? (slap)”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a whore.” The word whore shuddered out of her like an excorcised demon, and her pussy was literally dripping around my cock.

“Tell me.” I said, my hand stroking her tits

“I’m a whore. I’m a slut. I’m a cum slut. I’m a fuck slut. I’m an anal slut.” The words poured out of her now. I fucked her hard and rough for seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than a minute.

“You’re my slut.”

“Yes, Daddy. Only your girl…. only your whore.”

“Now, come!” and did she ever. I did too. I pulled out of her heaving, sobbing, cumming body, and came in her yummy (newly submissive) mouth, all the while stroking her hair, and telling her what a good girl she was to tell daddy the truth.
I snuggled her close and kissed her to a sleep of perfect innocence.

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May 30, 2008 at 12:10 am

Mrs.Kink’s Strap-On Fantasy

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I come home from work, a very intense session with a submissive, and you’re asleep. I slide into my strap-on harness and climb into bed with you. I rest my head on your chest and begin to stroke your cock, which stiffens in my hand, although you are still asleep. As I bend down to put your cock in my mouth, you wake up. It’s your favorite way to wake up, with your cock in my mouth.

I lovingly suck your cock the way I do, and then I say, “Open your legs for me, honey”. Your eyes flash when I stand up to move between your legs and you see my cock. “Tonight, it’s my turn.”

I grab the lube and squeeze a little in my hand, stroking my cock in front of you. I touch your ass with my finger, just to get you ready, and slide it in gently, looking for that sweet spot. You moan and stroke your cock.

After a few moments I pull out my finger and put the tip of my cock to your ass. You pull your legs back slightly and I slide right in. You reach out and grab my tits as I take over stroking your cock. The little buzzer in the harness has me as excited as you are. The energy in our bedroom is crackling.

You cum, spurting all over my tits and even hitting my face once. As soon as I feel it, I cum.

Back in our right minds, we giggle about how silly humans are, marvel at who thought up strap-on play, and curl up together to sleep the rest of the night away.

Written by Catalina

May 28, 2008 at 12:13 am

Afternoon Delight With Pandora

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Like I mentioned in yesterday’s post, there is this golden hour around 4:00 pm when we are alone, in our room, for about an hour. The big one puts the little one down for a nap and so we have an entire hour of privacy. I’m usually found upstairs at this time, in our bedroom writing. We’re one of those weird couples that spends a ridiculous amount of time in our room. It’s really more like the family room.

Marky lays down next to me, I’m usually sitting in bed with my laptop. He rubs my back while he rubs his cock, talking about last night’s sex usually. I end up putting my laptop aside and either giving him a handjob, a blowjob, or watching him masturbate while kissing his ear and licking his nipple. Sometimes it’s a combination of the three. I never really feel like having an orgasm myself, usually, at that time.

However, a couple of days ago, my new toys arrived from VibeReview.com right at the Golden Hour. I kicked the kids out, exiled to their own room, and called Marky in. In the box was the Pandora, a little prostate massage toy. I requested it specifically for Marky to test out. We opened it up and checked it out. It was ready to be tried out, right out of the package – we didn’t even have to install batteries!

I didn’t read anything about the Pandora before I started playing with it, so I was surprised to see that it had preprogrammed vibe sensations. Seven of them, to be exact – aside from the slow, medium, intense vibe setting, there are also pulses of vibration programmed at different intervals. I think part of the fun was trying out all the different sensations on different body parts. “Do you like this? How about this? Which was better?” (Our session was much like going to the optometrist)

I rubbed the Pandora all over his cock with different parts of it on different parts of Him. I put the tip of it slightly into his urethra, not enough to stretch, just for the “what do you think?” factor. I hooked the Pandora over his cock and pinned his cock to his stomach. He thought that kind of felt good, actually, when I put a bit of pressure on it. I touched it to his balls, to the base of his cock, to his perineum, and down to his ass. As I did, his cock got stiff and he began to stroke himself.

I lubed up the Pandora and touched the tip to his ass. It slid in very easily. It’s very slim and by all reports, not at all painful. I pushed the little button on the bottom of the Pandora and set the speed to a rhythmic pulsing and watched as pre-cum started to drip out of His cock while he slowly stroked it. I leaned over and licked it off and grabbed my new vibrator.

I laid on my back in front of him so that he could watch me and I slid it into my wet pussy. I fucked myself with my new vibrator while he masturbated with his new vibrator and the end result was I came. When I came and pulled the vibrator out, he pulled me on top of him and slid his cock into me, the Pandora still in place. With him on his back and me on top, I rode his cock. It felt fantastic, but I wanted it to feel better! So I took the tip of my new vibe and stuck it between us on my clit. Within a few minutes I came again, all over his cock, squeezing as I orgasmed.

I rolled off of him, panting and sweaty, and laid my head on his chest, milking his cock slowly with my hand until he came. I watched as he peaked, cum flowing down over my hand like a lava flow, and then licked my fingers. Our hour was up. Time to go back to the responsibilities of parenthood. I cleaned up our new toys and returned them to the toy box next to my bed, and opened the door for business.

Written by Catalina

May 26, 2008 at 12:30 am

No rest for the kinky

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With Marky taking this Cisco certification test, both of us job hunting, the children, the house, the blogs, my domme work, shooting with Nikki, and the PR firm we are getting off the ground it’s a miracle that we ever have sex. We don’t have the time for great sex. That’s why we’re always so tired, because we’re willing to sacrifice a good night’s sleep for a good night’s sex.”

That’s true, too. Last night we were up until about 4:30 in the morning. We were just hanging out, spending time together watching tv and smoking out, and then Marky started rubbing my back and the next thing I knew it was 4:30 in the morning and my legs were too shaky to walk. Time flies when you’re having fun! We looked at each other – reason having returned to our bodies with the release – and lamented that the baby would be up in just a few hours. Ugh.

But it’s not only the middle of the night sex that keeps us going. There’s a magic time at about 4:00 in the afternoon when the kids are both doing something else that lasts just an hour. It’s amazing what you can do in an hour! The only problem is that I am usually in the middle of something and I hate to stop what I’m doing, even for sex.

Morning is my least favorite time for sex, which is a bummer, because maybe then we could set the alarm early and wake up. However, I don’t even want to wake up when there is a fiscal motivator behind it – waking me up for sex will likely result in something along the lines of, “I’ll lay here and you can cum on me while I sleep.”

We desperately need a weekend away to devote to each other and to sex. We’ve not had a night away from our children since 2005. That’s pathetic.

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May 24, 2008 at 11:15 pm

The Week In Sex: Wednesday Night

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p2290101_350x553.jpgWednesday: Sweet Catalina and I lay together in bed. We always try to be touching. There’s an undercurrent of love that is always flowing. It sounds hippy dippy, I know, but… we are hippy dippy. I was giving her skitchies (in Mr. and Mrs. Kink vernacular, this means scratches) and wound up skitching her between her legs. Well, time passed and the skitchies turned to rubs, and soon enough those legs parted (without a word), and I slid a finger under her panties, and felt the silky pink smoothness of her wet pussy. I slid two fingers into her, and pressed her g-spot. She sighed, and moved her hips against me. I got up, turned out the lights, television, etc. and when I returned, she gave me a playful look and pointed at my cock and then at her (sweet perfect, soft) mouth. I knelt by her head (she’s laying down, remember) and reached over and starting fucking her with my fingers.

She took me all the way into her throat, in one motion, and pressed her face, as hard as she could, against me. It was incredible. There was that extra little zing because she was obviously getting me off. As I was buried in her throat, she moved her tongue around the base of my cock in a manner unlike anything before. Catalina gives great head, that’s a no brainer. She loves pleasing, teasing, and cum. She was in pleasing mode, although I must say we had no D/s element in this. She wasn’t my little slut sucking off Daddy, or anything like that. It was simply husband and wife lovemaking.

I looked down and watched her sucking my cock. I love that. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and there’s an element of wow. She’s sucking my cock! And she loves it. My fingers are pumping (up and down more than in and out) in her wet pussy, and my sweet love starts moaning around my cock. Her g-spot orgasms don’t have the “squeeze squeeze” action preceding them, like her clitoral orgasms have, so I have to focus on her voice.

“Are you going to cum?” I ask her.

“Mmmm-hmmm!” She moans, my cock deep in her throat.

Of course saying it is sexy and she starts cumming, her pussy wet and tight, as she cries out and trembles, but never stops sucking my cock.

I remove my fingers, and she starts licking and sucking my balls, as she strokes my cock hard and fast. The energy is building, and Catalina has found exactly how I like my balls handled. She always gets it right, and makes my orgasms so much better. She knows I’m about to cum, because my whole body is shaking and I can’t stop moaning. Sometimes when I cum she takes me deep in her mouth, and I pump cum right down her throat. Sometimes she sucks the tip and fills her mouth, shows me, and swallows. This time I was going to cum all over her perfect tits. Her tongue and mouth made me fire cum all over her tits, in thick streams, while she sighed approvingly. It was heaven.

“Will you rub it in?” she asked, sweetly. “It’s good for my skin.”

“Of course, angel. I love you!” I replied. And I did.

We went to sleep telling each other how much in love we are, still. True love is amazing

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March 1, 2008 at 3:51 pm

When Sex Becomes Work

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There is one disadvantage to being a sex(y) blogging couple:  Sex becomes work.   Especially with my side work, I find myself constantly discussing sex, fetishes, blogs, pictures, fantasies, and sexy friends.   My day is filled with conversations with people I know who work in porn or fetish, are photographers, models, readers, and sexy friends.  It’s nothing to complain about.  In fact, I complain when I haven’t heard from them.  But, lately it seems that this inundation of sexual information doesn’t make me excited in that way.

If sex has become work, then what do you do when you aren’t working?  Either I’m stoned, or this is a very complex problem.  Maybe it’s both.

Written by Catalina

February 20, 2008 at 2:32 am

Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob

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My little girl works hard. She is a pro domme, yes… she’s my little girl but everyone else’s boss. She’s pretty much my boss too, outside the bedroom. This story will help illuminate that dynamic. Being an excellent, classy, loving domme brings in much more cabbage than being an excellent, classy, loving Dom fetish writer. It’s a bit weird, but undeniably good for our family. Yay, Buttercup!

Yesterday I woke her at noon. I get up with the baby, as she’s usually out late working. I brought her a soda, and we laid in bed as she checked her email, and blog stats, on her laptop. As usual I laid next to her, stroking my cock. She was sitting up, wearing a black cashmere cardigan and a Victoria’s Secret black thong. Hence the masturbation.

I drop of precum glistened on the head of my cock, and I said, “Catalina, look at that.”

She threw me a glance, over her glasses, and paused. She leaned over, and licked the precum off. She then took me all the way in her mouth, and worked the underside with her tongue. Heaven.  Her position was an awkward one, so I wasted no time in stroking and working up to the wonderful orgasm.

She said, “Will you cum in my mouth, Daddy?”  Licking the head as my fist pumped up and down. I gasped, “All the way down. All the way!” and shot a thick pulse of cum right down her throat. It was so intense she couldn’t move.  Very unique.  Very loving. Very intimate.

God, she’s beautiful.  We laugh all the time.

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December 30, 2007 at 9:16 pm