Ever since I was a teenager it has been my desire/fantasy to be physically hurt or, taken and used by someone else for their selfish gratification.
Having an older brother meant that right from a very young age I was subjected to a lot of glam rock. The likes of Marc Bolan singing or Tim Curry gyrating, sealed the fate of one of my other main kinks – effeminate men – particularly men wearing skimpy ladies panties. Just writing about this has an impact on my cunt. I can feel it pulsing, dampening my own knickers. I find it an extreme turn on.
It will also no surprise to my readers that I like to be tied up and spanked, whipped or belted.
Put all these three ideas together – use me – whip me and wear ladies panties while you are doing it and you have me worshiping at your feet.
Fantasies can come true
My man wore my knickers and dressed up in hold-ups and thigh length boots. He topped it off with a tight waistcoat and I was putty in his hands as he tied me up and flogged me looking like he was about to set foot onto the set of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Bliss. I wrote about the amazing experience for Swingtowns blog.
He’s got great legs so the holdups looked impressive. My lacy knickers were taut against his cock, the sight making my cunt contract.
It certainly has not always been as easy for me to express and indeed enjoy my kinks. My first boyfriend was very adventurous but without the chemistry, we just played at it really. After him, some of my partners had their own personal fetish they wanted to try out. But if I ever mentioned spanking or worse it was made clear they could never ever raise their hand and hurt a woman. Yawn!
I don’t need any excuses
I tend to get annoyed with certain so-called do-gooders who are quick to judge people who enjoy kink. Viewing it as a deviant practice. I didn’t like Fifty Shades. I started it but was not keen on the writing style so never finished the series. It’s my opinion that the author should have made more use of communication within the story. Anyhow, I think it may have ended with Mr Grey believing things that happened in his childhood made him have such kinky desires and he will try harder to be vanilla in the future. Propaganda. I am what I am and I don’t want or need any excuses.
I did manage to find a kinky guy back in 1997 but he came with his own baggage. Though it was around this time I was lucky enough to become friends with my man. One of the first things he said to me was,
“You should stay away from me. I want to tie you up, whip and do bad things to you.”
I wondered if I had died and gone to heaven?
1997 was not our time but by having the kink conversation with him back then meant getting together five years ago we both knew what we wanted. To be fair we spent hours, maybe even days talking about it. That’s how it should be – communication, communication and still more communication.
The first really kinky bondage scenario happened after these talks. I wrote about it right at the start of my blog. We try to have pre-arranged evenings where we spend time focusing on each other and doing the things that get us off sexually. I call them date-nights. After one of these nights, we will usually chat about what we enjoyed and what else we would like to try. Sometimes we have included sex toys and after I have written up a review about how we got on with the product.
A big thank you to Mr Morsel for letting me use his image as my header.
This post was originally published July 2018 – it has been updated and a new image added for Tell Me About and the EJC – Kink prompt…