Captivating Katharina

Sexy AND Godly!!

2009-02-13T14:37:00.000-08:00

A friend once told me-"One Sunday, i was in church and glad to be there. i was very involved in the service and i think i was feeling God's presence. but the more in touch i felt, the more aroused i became. and it was intense...I've read the website and some of the things that have been said about this. but, i don't understand. i felt wrong to feel this way. i felt like i was being bad. but the more i opened myself to the service the more sensual it all became. even through everything else that happened during the day that feeling didn't seem to diminish. does this make any sense?"

Christianity has it's roots in Judaism.

To understand the true significance of concepts that is taught in modern day and over much of history of the Christian church, one must understand the culture. Most of that understanding has been lost/shifted/ and mis-taught approximately 200-300 years after the resurrection of Christ. The really MOST important thing to know here is that Judaism is what is called an Eastern or Oriental culture.

An Oriental culture expresses themselves in concrete ways- for example- in thinking about G_d they would say-"G_d is like a mountain, or a rock, or quiet stream, or he is silent like the wind, and speaks with the voice of thunder. . . well you get the idea. In a western culture which we are- we say God is mighty, powerful, strong, good and so on. What I am saying is that if I was to go to say India or Africa to a certain tribe that was not the least bit aware of my culture in the US it would be ridiculous to think that even if I learned the language but had no consideration for the culture and no matter how carefully I explained things there would be so much that they could not relate to.

But imagine they try and adopt my teachings applying them in their everyday life. And consider that those teachings are later passed on by locals who now attempt to fit them as best they can. The values I may have taught may have been very understood back in America, but in Africa they are not capable of understanding unless first the culture in America are understood.

Initially eastern cultures were matriarchal societies. Women were elevated above men in areas such as Spirituality and raising families and people management etc. The reason for that was plain- the monthly menses was a stark reminder that atonement by shedding blood for committed sin. The birthing was strong reminder of entry and death reminded them of sin consequences. All the everyday actives far out classed need for studies, as women learned without the need for books, yet they were not excluded in any way of owning businesses, possessions and property.

In fact the primo Madonna was Sarah the wife of Abraham who is the Proverbs woman that every woman can look to an an example of reaching perfection. Sarah was rich, intelligent, and very beautiful. She was also a greatest example of submissiveness. You may remember that she was also very prone to making mistakes. The best example was that she laughed in disbelief when promised a son in old age. She was FURTHER TESTED and she resorted to offering her maid servant to get impregnated and bear a son. This was actually a common practice and well accepted, but that was not what G_d had promised, and her action has results that we can see to this very day.

It was what any of us might have done- who would have the patience to wait for years and years - even after she was past child-bearing years?!? There is so much more in the scriptures than meets the eye- and I could go on a very great length about so m any of the fascinating events of this simple account. It was not that the women were not permitted to learn or go into the synagogues, but rather-why would they want to as that teaching was meant for males who need to be taught as that would be the only way for them as males to be able to.

A woman going into a men's place of teaching was considered undignified and completely unnecessary. Women already had a place of high honor. The cleansing Mikvas- a special bath was in fact an opportunity not unlike a spa. Complete with a facial, massage and was an event that was anticipated with great relish every month. It directly prepared the woman for a very delightful, scintillating event with her husband. Sex, sexuality was very honored and valued- just read the Song of Solomon!

. Sex was not sinful. Sex is meant to be a learning tool! --Again! it speaks to us about the passion and intimacy that G_d wants to have with all people. As humans we are most able to experience the most intensity furring love-making. So it is a perfect medium. There is nothing dirty about sex- it is pure, holy, and an act of worship. Knowing this will give you peace. Sex is not always correct however and to initiate sex with a child is dead wrong, as it is also wrong for other circumstances- for example when we cheat our partners, or withhold our sexuality for no good reasons. I am not going to explain the wrongness at length- I am sure you get the idea.

Sex for a Woman is really a great example of complete surrender – submission. - because most all orgasms happen only when you "let go". So in that case it is the ultimate submission and also a true act of worship.

To me- it makes perfect sense. I think that it is serendipitous!

Many Shades of Love

2009-02-13T14:29:00.000-08:00

The following is a combination of my own and gleaned bits that I aligned for understanding it myself- I offer it to this community as it is. Feel free to take and add to it for yourself. there is so much depth to this it is difficult to know where to begin. . . . or end.

Whether any two words are exact synonyms or have clearly distinct meanings is it is not jointly exhaustive or not mutually exclusive in almost all Languages. In every language, the meaning of synonyms overlap so that for one thing, typically more than one word can be used. At the same time, words have flavors, hardly ever are they exact synonyms. Consider for instance the English words "love", "friendship", "affection", "benevolence", "mercy", and "pity": in many contexts, more than one could be appropriate, although each of them has a flavor that distinguishes its meaning from the meaning of all others. Similarly, it is plausible that the meanings of philia and agapê overlap but that each of these words has a flavor. This being so, it may be dangerous to draw too many conclusions from the usage of one or the other in some context.

one exception to this general observation -in science it is customary to single out a specific meaning of a word by a definition . . .for example when a Dr. talks about an "inflammation", it is well-defined which findings could be meant and which cannot

Some people want to read the Bible as if there were a hidden definition for every word, and the Bible would use the word consistently according to that definition. An example of that what is called Hebrew nefesh (soul) this time could be called neshama (breath) next time - and this does not mean that the Bible is in any way "inconsistent" but only that the meanings of the two words overlap. In other words, the Bible uses its language exactly the same way you and I use ours, and not the way an attorney or a mathematician would use their respective jargon.

To find out what love is, we'll not start by dividing it into distinct phenomena with distinct (Greek, Latin, or English) names. Rather,we will look at Biblical examples to find out what emotions, motivations, thoughts, words, and actions are loving, and on which of these aspects the Bible places the emphasis. My impression is: on actions and words much more than on emotions, in contrast to what the everyday usage of the word "love" suggests. Remember the eastern cultures are more concrete than abstract of our western cultures. Think of abstract art verses cement and rocks to remember the difference.

In Hebrew Ahava is the most used term for both interpersonal love and love of God. chen (grace) and chesed, which basically combines the meaning of "affection" and "compassion" and is sometimes rendered in English as "loving-kindness".

Judaism employs a wide definition of love, both between people and between man: the Torah states: "Love your neighbor like yourself"
and the Deity: one is commanded to love God "with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your might"

to refer to good deeds, willingness to sacrifice one's life rather than commit certain serious transgressions, willingness to sacrifice all one's possessions and being grateful to the Lord despite adversity Rabbinic literature differs how this love can be developed, e.g. by contemplating Divine deeds or witnessing the marvels of nature.

As for love between marital partners, this is an essential ingredient to life: The Biblical book Song of Songs is a considered a romantic love song. Defining love from the Jewish point-of-view is "giving without expecting to take" A form of submission

The English word love probably comes from the Hebrew word "lehv" (spelled lamed-beyt) which means heart (the seat of emotion in Hebrew thought). The Hebrew word translated as "love" is "ahav" (spelled aleph-hey-beyt) which comes from the parent root "hav" (spelled hey-beyt). Hav means "the family one is born into and given as a gift, a privilege." From this parent root comes the child root "ahav" (love) meaning "the love (emotional and actions) one gives to the family that one is privileged with." The best example of this is the love one should have for God. Deut 4.7 "And you shall love (ahav) YHWH, your God, with all your heart (lev) and with all your soul (nephesh) and with all your greatness (me'od)."

this was gleaned from wiki-
There are a number of different Greek words for love, and it has been historically difficult to separate the meanings of these words. The senses in which these words were generally used are given below.

* Eros (ἔρως érōs) is passionate love, with sensual desire and longing. The Modern Greek word "erotas" means "(romantic) love". However, eros does not have to be sexual in nature. Eros can be interpreted as a love for someone whom you love more than the philia love of friendship. It can also apply to dating relationships as well as marriage. Plato refined his own definition. Although eros is initially felt for a person, with contemplation it becomes an appreciation of the beauty within that person, or even becomes appreciation of beauty itself. It should be noted Plato does not talk of physical attraction as a necessary part of love, hence the use of the word platonic to mean, "without physical attraction". Plato also said eros helps the soul recall knowledge of beauty, and contributes to an understanding of spiritual truth. Lovers and philosophers are all inspired to seek truth by eros. The most famous ancient work on the subject of eros is Plato's Symposium, which is a discussion among the students of Socrates on the nature of eros.

* Philia (φιλία philía), which means friendship in modern Greek, a dispassionate virtuous love, was a concept developed by Aristotle. It includes loyalty to friends, family, and community, and requires virtue, equality and familiarity. In ancient texts, philia denoted a general type of love, used for love between family, between friends, a desire or enjoyment of an activity, as well as between lovers. This is the only other word for "love" used in the ancient text of the New Testament besides agape, but even then it is used substantially less frequently.

* Agapē (ἀγάπη agápē) means "love" in modern day Greek, such as in the term s'agapo (Σ'αγαπώ), which means"I love you". In Ancient Greek it often refers to a general affection rather than the attraction suggested by "eros"; agape is used in ancient texts to denote feelings for a good meal, one's children, and the feelings for a spouse. It can be described as the feeling of being content or holding one in high regard. The verb appears in the New Testament describing, amongst other things, the relationship between Jesus and the beloved disciple. In biblical literature, its meaning and usage is illustrated by self-sacrificing, giving love to all--both friend and enemy. It is used in Matthew 22:39, "Love your neighbour as yourself," and in John 15:12, "This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you," and in 1 John 4:8, "God is love." However, the word "agape" is not always used in the New Testament in a positive sense. II Timothy 4:10 uses the word in a negative sense. The Apostle Paul writes,"For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved (agapo) this present world...." Thus the word "agape" is not always used of a divine love or the love of God. The Christian sense of the term expands the original Greek sense and encompasses a total commitment or self-sacrificial love for the thing loved. A great deal of Christian theology is indebted to the frequency of this word and its interpretation in the New Testament.

* Storge (στοργή storgē) means "affection" in modern Greek; it is natural affection, like that felt by parents for offspring. Rarely used in ancient works, and then almost exclusively as a descriptor of relationships within the family.

* Thelema (θέλημα thélēma) means "desire" in modern Greek; it is the desire to do something, to be occupied, to be in prominence.

My Best for my Master- a third assignment

2008-11-20T13:38:00.000-08:00

For every bath where I can, I take some time to maintain and pluck my pussy for my Sweet Master. Master so loves and cares for me and he is impressed with the the many ways I honor him so he has asked me to share one of my activities.

Yes! you read that correctly- I do not shave- well I do my arm-pits but not my pussy. She gets extra care and attention, and I determine that there should never be whiskers on this kitty.

Only the finest of down, and on some occasions I can get it so smooth that it is difficult for Master to encounter a single one and all he can feel is it's silky . . . smooth . . . . . moist . . . . . softness.

It was after one such session about 2 weeks ago that I had a luxurious bath and time to anticipate what exciting things that Master might have planned for that evening. He asked if I would be comfortable explaining the process I use. I admit that this is a bit intimidating for me, as I tend to be a very private person, - especially when it comes to my umm private parts!

The truth is that anytime that Master would enter the bathroom to gaze upon my naked body I have always stopped whatever I was plucking because I am shy even in front of him. I am learning however to be more free all the time. I can learn to trust Master more all the time, because I am gaining more confidence in Master's trustworthiness.

As I age, my once near perfect body-shape is slowly losing ground. New wrinkles pop up like early crocuses, while everything else seems headed south. I can hope that by the time it reaches the South Pole that some parts might retain some form via freezing! Like everyone else I know- I am not all that happy with my new features that maturity brings, but on the other hand I would not trade who and what I know for anything not even perfect "beauty" And ever so fortunate for me- Master Samadhi considers the most beautiful woman is the one who has inward beauty and wisdom.

It always amazes me that love and trust both are earned and they both grow. For example a child looks up to his mother and says "Mommy, I wuve you!" and he means that with all his soul and might. But try as he might the child can not comprehend the full significance of love. He simply has not had the time or opportunity to gather understanding, not from lack of zeal, or passion. Love grows. Trust is very much the same. Placing trust in someone is not the same as one who has earned that trust.

All right now, back to the subject!

I didn't always pluck. Razors have touched my pussy and because of the discomfort that was caused by regrowth, it was not all that frequent, and there was no one to inspire me anyway. So I just kept my lonely pussy a quick trim and a little pat and kept her in the dark.

Nor does plucking happen in a day. It takes time, there are a lot of little bunnies (hares/hairs) that can be elusive, and some of them don't like to leave as they are dug in and removing too many could result in infection unless careful. Therefore patience is the key. And persistence.

Oh and yes, I tried a number of methods at first' then settled for Latex gloves. I have allergies to the powder, but the perfect option are the ones that offer sticky grip but have a smooth inside to allow easy hand entry. No others will work- they have a surface that will not grip. I did try cold wax, but either it didn't work, or I was a complete failure in my methods.

I began plucking them from the inside of my thighs, and working across the outer labia. After the strongest shafted hairs are out of the way, it is fairly easy to "strip" the downy ones. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly they pop back up there- And I am sure that those scared lil rabbits duck back into their pores and hide when they see my latex gloved hand sneaking around.

Well now, back to how I do it. After I have the outer labia as clear as I can get it I proceed to the Taint area. This is a sensitive area and I do everything entirely by feel, searching for each little hair and give it a quick little tug. With both hands I lift up the edge of each labia and search the edges for the teeny little hairs there and and zip! it is gone.

You'd be amazed at the amount of work it takes to clear the taint area and now reach further and find the weird sensation you get when you coax them from the back-door! Yikes! Also the ones along the crevice under the butt are really good at hiding.

Now you can get quite creative over the mound, leaving some, none, or a lot. Make shapes, leave a fringe. Always, it can be a pleasant activity spent while soaking in a nice warm tub. The bonus is that every now and then a wave of tingly passes thru my spine as the Kundilini awakens.

now there is also us - a quote on collaboration

2008-11-04T12:00:00.000-08:00

"Relationships, or at least good relationships, don't take away from our individual identities.
They add a new element, an entity, that we grow to value.
There is still me and you, but now there is also us.
That's how collaboration works when done well.
It gives far more than it takes."
Russell M. Linden

and another by Captivated

2008-11-03T10:58:00.000-08:00

1.) As an adult, do you do anything for Halloween or is it just another day?:

Not that close to being "just another day". We went to a local mall and did a little people shopping this year on Halloween with Master Samadhi, who dressed me elegantly. Makes me feel so special. I love that Master Samadhi knows what I have on under the obvious. The problem for me are the snail trails- however Master does not see that as a "problem"!!

2.) Do you ever dress up for Halloween? What will be your costume this year?:

If I were to dress up it wouldn't pass for street-wear!

3.) Have you started Christmas shopping yet? When do you usually begin?:

I am constantly thinking about finding that special something that will delight Master.

4.) Do you look people in the eye when talking?

Looking people in the eye is very important. I always catch the gaze of people- even when not talking. Eyes are the reflection of the soul.

5.) What excuse do you usually use when you want to take a day off work for no real reason?

I'd need to have a legitimate reason to take time off from work, not only because that's the standard I'd hold myself against, but also because "leadership" flows from the top down, and I believe in leading by example.

And that's the same for me.

6.) How often, on average, do you find yourself thinking about sex per day?:

About 2-5 times - I love to be noticed by Master. I want to be desired by him. I love him so.

7.) What company makes your favorite brand of shoes?

I am not into brand names. They fit and feel right and do the job- whether gardening or the ones I wear just for decoration!

8.) Do you ever save alcohol bottles once they are empty?

I don't drink alcohol, so I don't have any bottles to save. I have saves some unique glass bottles. I enjoy glass things- I think that a glass dildo is beautiful- I would make a replica of Master's member if I could.

9.) Do you enjoy musicals?

I enjoyed Stomp - which I'm told is a form of a musical.

I saw Stomp! It was awesome! I am a drummer and percussionist os I love all kinds of rhythms and patterns.

another meme by Master

2008-11-03T10:52:00.000-08:00

1.) As an adult, do you do anything for Halloween or is it jut another day?:
It's pretty close to being "just another day". We went to a local mall and did a little people shopping this year on Halloween, and used the day as an excuse to by slut some elegant lingerie. I like the look and feel of the "good stuff", and am positive that k appreciates my taste in women's undergarments as well.

2.) Do you ever dress up for Halloween? What will be your costume this year?:
Does slipping into a leather jock count?

3.) Have you started Christmas shopping yet? When do you usually begin?:
Haven't started yet, but will begin any day now.

4.) Do you look people in the eye when talking?
Looking people in the eye is quite natural for me. My slut absolutely melts for a couple of different "gazes", so you might say: "the eyes have it".

5.) What excuse do you usually use when you want to take a day off work for no real reason?:
I'd need to have a legitimate reason to take time off from work, not only because that's the standard I'd hold myself against, but also because "leadership" flows from the top down, and I believe in leading by example.

6.) How often, on average, do you find yourself thinking about sex per day?:
Many, many, many times every day, if circumstance allows. There are times where circumstance simply doesn't permit me to allow my perverted brain free reign, but when I can, I think about sex a LOT.

7.) What company makes your favorite brand of shoes?
Vasque

8.) Do you ever save alcohol bottles once they are empty?:
I don't drink alcohol, so I don't have any bottles to save. I've nothing against those who enjoy an occasional nip, but that's not my favorite way to relax.

9.) Do you enjoy musicals?:
I enjoyed Stomp - which I'm told is a form of a musical.

pondering piercings

2008-11-03T05:41:00.000-08:00

In case any readers were wondering, the current pic used in this blog's header is a genuine "Master Samadhi /slut katharina reproduction", featuring one of my sweet slut's breasts, as well as my own nipple.

Yes, Master has a nipple ring, and slut does not.

At least not yet.

I promised Katharina long ago, soon after we met, that I'd have her nipples pierced as a part of our final wedding/collaring ritual. She's still waiting, primarily due to circumstance currently beyond our control, rather than any hesitation to commit on my part. I'd actually like to have her bound on display, and then publicly pierced at a kinky reception, as a part of celebrating our wedding. She's a bit shy, so I can picture her blushing as she reads this later today, her mouth dropping open slightly as she considers all the implications of what I've briefly described.

I've threatened to used a remote control vibe on her if we do the piercing in public. In my mind, I like to imagine playing her like an instrument at that moment, pushing her over the edge of orgasm just as the sharp needle pierces through the tender flesh of her nipple. I picture myself tormenting her for days before the piercing. Teasing her. Bringing her sexual desire to a frenzied state of desperate wanting, only to deny the ultimate pleasure she's wanting so badly.

It a part of bringing all her senses to a fine edge, helping her slide into a dreamlike sub-space where everything is hazy, yet at the same time accentuated. After all that teasing, finally pushing her over the edge to bliss, literally at the moment that her flesh is painfully invaded by a piercing, would be the ultimate expression of my control over my slut. It's a potent image.

Of course, my slightly sadistic side savors the next inevitable moments.

As my slut begins to come down slightly from her sexual peak, her body flushed and moist from cumming for Master, it's time for a new reality. It's time for my pet to remember that the orgasm associated with her first nipple piercing was my gift to her. Having to endure the second nipple piercing, with all her nerve endings hyper sensitive and tingling in post orgasmic bliss, will be her gift to Master.

Sugasm #151

2008-11-03T05:31:00.001-08:00

Sugasm #151

Sublime Nudes courtesy of Badgirls Hotbox.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #152? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Help, My Friend Says I Have an Ugly Vagina!
“Say no to vagina prejudice!”

“Kiss My Boots.”
“One of the more unexpected hairpin turns I navigated in my “Coming Out” into BDSM involved a series of moments that were deceptively simple, perhaps even innocent, in a way.”

Yours, Sir
“I felt and then heard a low rumble of a slightly sadistic chuckle from him.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Sass And The Sadist

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Crying Game
Cute animals don’t belong in my pussy
HNT - Shaking that Arse
Searching for something as yet unknown
Shame on you, part 2 [podcasturbation]

Sex & Politics
But People Don’t See My Fetish As Sexy! How Do I Write About It?
Red is the New Black

BDSM & Fetish
BDSM, S&M and Sex And The City
Girl On Top
Got to Love Subby Friends
“He Calls me”SLUT”" ~I call him MASTER!
I know you
My Muse-15th entry
A Quiet Night In
Sweet VS Saucy
That’s a great way to spend an afternoon

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
HNT Lucky Heather 3
HNT: Shut me up…
Half-Nekkid Queyntes
New York Leather Weekend - Sunday
Sublime Nudes

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
A Cocktease Session with a Leg Harness and Dildo
FAQs on Jefferson’s Custody Case
Recession Sex Toys
Top Five Tuesday - Bisexual Movies
VibeReview Fantasy: Bendybeads

Sex Work
Humiliation with a Tiny-dicklet Caller
Sex Work And Compassion: I Show No Compassion

Erotic Writing and Experiences
14 Days, 14 Girls Part 4: Kim
Duties of The Admired Fuck
First Day on the Job
The First Squirt
Intoxication
Let me introduce you to my special talent….
Neighbor’s Hot Tub
Possession
Privacy Please
Rebel in the Wild
A Return to Form
Seductive Sin
She can take more.
Someplace I’ve never been, part 3
Stripper Academy
Thrill In The Woods - Chapter 2
Wanting to Be Wanted
Wet Spots

a mem by Captivated

2008-10-31T09:08:00.000-07:00

1. If you could only eat one fruit for an entire year and that fruit would magically be in season and ripe that full year, which fruit would you choose and why?

Blueberries- I love their succulent juicy sweetness.

2. What is something that makes you sad?

Thinking about my kids. Wishing some things could be different.

3. What would you do if you came home from an extended vacation and found that someone else was living in your house?

I would ask how they got there and why.

4. What US President, alive or otherwise, would you like to have dinner with?

The Carters- because of the tremedous work they have done with Habitat for Humanity

5. What is your opinion on multitasking while driving? (Reading a book or work documents, changing clothes, fixing hair, applying make up, shaving your face, et cetera)

I hate it when other driver's are too busy texting, or talking, to watch the road properly, it really bugs me.

Me too!!

6. Do you ever multitask while driving? If so, how often would you
say you are guilty of it?

On the rare occasion I actually carry a cell with me as I drive, there is the even rarer occasion when I take a call.

Yep!

7. Do you tend to be early, on time, fashionably late or LATE to work and work related events? Do you tend to be more or less punctual for non-work related events?

I tend to be early to events, unless it's something I absolutely positively dread attending, then I arrive exactly on time. I just can't bring myself to show up late, I'd rather skip an event than be noticed arriving late.

We are so alike!

8. What is a quirk your significant other has that you would define as "cute"? If you have no SO, what is a quirk you find cute in a potential SO?

His willingness to engage me in playfulness, especially in bed--hehehe or otherwise!!

a meme by Master

2008-10-31T09:06:00.000-07:00

1. If you could only eat one fruit for an entire year and that fruit would magically be in season and ripe that full year, which fruit would you choose and why?

I love the acid sweetness of a freshly ripe homegrown tomato.

2. What is something that makes you sad?

Watching my Mother's health slowly ebb away

3. What would you do if you came home from an extended vacation and found that someone else was living in your house?

It all depends on if they refinished the floors while I was away.

4. What US President, alive or otherwise, would you like to have dinner with?

My choice would be Harry Truman. Harry seems to me to be the epitome of a common man elevated by circumstance to the heights of responsibility, and as such I'd feel I had more in common with him than with some of the other potential choices.

5. What is your opinion on multitasking while driving? (Reading a book or work documents, changing clothes, fixing hair, applying make up, shaving your face, et cetera)

I hate it when other driver's are too busy texting, or talking, to watch the road properly, it really bugs me.

6. Do you ever multitask while driving? If so, how often would you say you are guilty of it?

On the rare occasion I actually carry a cell with me as I drive, there is the even rarer occasion when I take a call.

7. Do you tend to be early, on time, fashionably late or LATE to work and work related events? Do you tend to be more or less punctual for non-work related events?

I tend to be early to events, unless it's something I absolutely positively dread attending, then I arrive exactly on time. I just can't bring myself to show up late, I'd rather skip an event than be noticed arriving late.

8. What is a quirk your significant other has that you would define as "cute"? If you have no SO, what is a quirk you find cute in a potential SO?

I've yet to get a negative response to the question, "Does my slut need a spanking?"

Sugasm #150

2008-10-15T06:39:00.000-07:00

Sugasm #150

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks
Stolen Time
“The sigh of a kiss that has been too long waiting is a wicked rush.”

Keeping things hot when everything hurts
“While it’s not as fun for him, what I love about those times is how sexy he makes me feel at a time when I probably feel the most worthless as a lover.”

Like lovers do…
“As soon as I got that groove, he felt it. His body started to tense up and tremble.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
At What Point Have You Crossed The Line?

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Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Catalina loves Sgt. Major from Backdoor Bondage and Kink.com
Click Foreplay
The End of the Sex Writer?
Lust Objectified: Lelo’s Lily Vibe
Sex News Roundup

Sex Work
20 Questions With Janet Jacme
Busy Busy Busy

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Backward (One)
The Five Twenties - The Fifth Twenty
i Kissed a Girl
The love for guys in uniform
Natalie Gets Laid
A Night to Remember, ft. Mariella and VibeReview
Talk Dirty To Me
Will you suck it?
Your Gorgeous Polish Girlfriend Won’t Pose Just How You Imagined

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Boymeat’s Boots
HNT: Lucky Heather 2
Kelly Zhang (Met Art)
Radka - OJ

Sex & Politics
Do BDSM and McCain Go Together Like Vinegar and Oil?
Invasion

BDSM & Fetish
3 days
Punished in the school gym
Sex Camp 2008: The Petting Zoo!
slut to the Mailbox ….. This Morning’s Task as Accomplished
Someplace I’ve never been, part 2

Sex Advice
Man-Handles: What to Do with His Nipples?
Sadie’s Advice for Craigslist Dating. Confession #151

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Can Group Sex Get Your Man to Clean the House?
Channeling Jessica Rabbit
How I started paying for sex
Present Genitive
Seven Daily Sins: Lust
Trust

"He Calls me"SLUT"" ~I call him MASTER!~ Pt2

2008-10-12T15:23:00.000-07:00

When I first met Master I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Something unseen irresistibly compelled me to know more. I was mesmerized by his captivating intriguing knowledge and insight. He is a highly educated man, who spell-binds his audience with his wit and humor. He charmed his personality all the way into my heart.

However as spellbinding, enchanting, enthralling and fascinating as he is, his attention to the details of unselfish commitment to love, honor and cherish are the parts that enabled me to form a bond of unwavering love and commitment with him. In Master I found rest. I most willingly resigned and entrusted him. I do not consider that which I resigned to Master as a loss. What I have gained far outweighs any perceivable losses.

I like to spend time alone sometimes and I am fiercely independent also, so it almost seems a paradox for someone like me to recognize and embrace submissiveness. As I continue to explore and expand my mind, and fully comprehend relationships the more comfortable and freeing the safety and security of submission becomes.

So then, if we describe submission as two gears perfectly meshed and synchronized it becomes much plainer to understand that we both have equal power in our relationship. I have many strengths. And, I have weaker areas. Master also has his strengths and difficulties. No one I know has the corner on perfect. Anyone that thinks they have should by all means avoided, or committed.

Master is good at many things and I defer the responsibility to him. That means I trust him to look after those. Even if am needed to give a reminder, I would do it in a way that honors him. I am better at some things than is Master, so I am fully responsible for them. We make room to encourage and support our individual interests. We are convinced that these are the key ingredients for a great relationship. It will take the rest of our lives to work out the details. In this setting of amazing friendship and love, come great opportunities for fantastic love and sex play.

At all times do I attempt to handle difficult situations so as to never humiliate. There is a very good reason to work in this way- to preserve the respect and integrity of each other. To do otherwise by handling conflicts, disagreements, and misunderstandings without care or concern for the future, is pretty much a guarantee there will be no pleasant future, - if any future at all.

So this is a documentary and a journal of who we are as playmates and soul mates. You are free to follow along. W are glad for those who will have a question, or suggestion or, hopefully encouragement.

"He Calls me"SLUT"" ~I call him MASTER!~

2008-10-11T08:01:00.000-07:00

I came from a conservative background and according to the understood customs of that very conservative group, settled down and raised a family of 3 sons and a daughter. After 33 years of busy living and "doing what's proper, lack of play and affection from overly possessive spouse who undermined me so thoroughly to our children, that they had no respect for me. Slowly the family eroded and there certainly was nothing left to hold on to.

Whether by random chance or Divine intervention, I met a man who I became instantly connected to in intricate ways. It seemed that he understood my needs and fed my intellect. I was drawn to him as a moth to a flame. There is no turning back, let me explain. I had found my soul mate.

I was at first unfamiliar with terms like, slave, sub, dom, and Master in the context of bedroom play, but I had been so deprived for so long that I was ready to explore. I am pretty sure that Master Samadhi had intentions to explore me also but this is my story for now.

I was very familiar with terms like worship, Master, Savior, unconditional love, acceptance, submission, passion, love slave, humility, honesty, integrity, and many others. I have been a student of the Cannon of what is commonly accepted as the "Holy Bible" for more than 30 years. I also studied healing arts and herbal medicines.

I was and am sensitive to Spiritual energy, and open to unconventional concepts. That aside, I am also very balanced in use of common sense and expect people I engage as friends to have the same most of the time. I have many friends who are limited in one way or another, and I very well know I have my own handicaps

The key to a great relationship is hard work. I for one enjoy work, especially when it is a project I enjoy. One recognizes that even the most enjoyable projects some times veer off-course, and there can be times of trouble, frustration and even anger. Mostly though it is a work of dedicated love, and overcoming the setbacks. It is driven by passion and zeal.

I would like now to take a deeper look at the term "submissive." I once abhorred the word, and avoided any association with it. But one day a good teacher explained that it was not a subjective, subverted or a low-class relegation of deprivation and obeisance. Rather one needs to think of submission as a set of gears with teeth.

In a machine these gears only work if they are well matched, and all the teeth are in prime condition. A matched set of gears can speed up, slow down, and greatly increase the power and strength of any of the pulleys alone. One alone, is far less than the result of two together when they work flawlessly. And one is almost useless alone. That being understood, the gears must synchronize, mesh, and submit each to the other.

Submission is a gift of a power exchange that we uniquely give to each other. It is rooted in trust. It is cemented and reinforced by love. Submission is also fragile. All of life and living, and all that pertains to it are no more than a breath. Everything we have gathered or hold dear and precious can be ours one moment and in the space of a millisecond be stripped from us, and we can only try and salvage the wrecked pieces.

Love is like that too. The unique thing here is that we do have ability in our choices that cultivate our garden, or allow the weeds, disease and vermin to sabotage and plunder.

a simple assignment (part two)

2008-10-09T12:28:00.000-07:00

I received a phone call at work from Katharina, and upon hearing my voice she excitedly addressed me as Master, so I was quite sure she'd received the mail I'd sent earlier in the day. Of course by good little slut confirmed my suspicions, and expressed her anxious longing for me as best she could, before the ongoing distractions of a busy day drew me away.

My slut was anxiously excited when I got home, she's like an excited and adoring school girl when I motivate this mood, and it's really a great turn on for me. It's probably not "professional" of me as a writer to say that thinking of my Katharina like that has stirred a reaction in my cock, which is stiffly pressing somewhat urgently against my slacks, but that's what the simple memory of her mood inspires.

As the night progressed, we relaxed together casually, and I noticed that she was reading her assignment rather diligently. Katharina's always one to try and please her Master, but I could see she was getting a little kick out of the stories herself. Occasionally she'd retire to the bed where I was sitting with my laptop working, and we'd break to discuss a specific aspect or two of the story she'd just read.

The verdict was exactly as I'd expected, she found the stories, despite their "taboo" subject matter, to be mostly innocent, and for the most part even a bit sexy. My slut needed no reminding about the rest of her assignment, and before bed that evening (long before I'd expected completion) I was proudly informed that her task was finished.

Here's my Katharina's completed assignment, as posted as a comment at Linda Sue's Diary:

My experience happened to be with my favorite cousin who is about 2 years older than I. We had grown close, as we were within a 20 minute drive during our childhood days. Then my family moved 800 miles away and we saw each other less frequently.
We always picked right up where we’d left off.
As time moved along we entered the stage of hormones and lusty desire. He was a good-looker and I wasn’t bad either- German born , blond, blue eyes, and fair complexion that glowed from a good life living on a farm. When they came to visit, we had long conversations and teased our younger siblings and played their games with them.
Clearly a favorite game was tag, or shadow-tag if it was at night.
Another was hide and seek. The immense opportunities abounded with rows of granaries, barns, machine shops and other buildings. The roadside ditches and nearby fields were not out of limits, although it was required that we never injure the plants to reduce harvest was a rule that was carefully followed by all.
This late afternoon we got roped in to play hide and seek. We walked together to the far back part of the yard down a dusty trail that led along the side of the cows summer pasture. He said he had an idea. He skipped up and over the heads of waist high wheat onto a tire track a few feet over a path made by a tractor to perhaps spray against grasshoppers earlier that season. I followed his lead and we went another 500 yards or so, and then he suddenly veered left and sat down and motioned for me to sit with him.
Perfect! It was perfect- it got us away from those pesky little kids and we were out of sight. He shifted his body and with a twinkle in his eye he stretched out flat on his belly and drew me with him. It was so quiet. So peaceful. All there was to hear was the rustling of the wheat and occasionally the buzzing of a lone fly, A song from the meadowlark singing her song “don’t drink your tea too hot!”
We laid there quietly, side by side. He had kept his wonderful tanned and strong arm around my shoulders as we laid there. I became aware that his fingers were curled just touching me. He began to stroke very gently and gradually moved his hand to where he could cradle my breast. It was delicious, and send warmth to my vagina. I laid still hoping to make the feeling last. I think he was probably thinking the same or wondering how this happened but we laid that way for quite some time until the sell was broken by being discovered by a sibling seeker.
It was a simple, almost innocent moment but the memory of the intensity of feeling and emotions fueled by pure passion and lust have been fondly tucked away and likely inspired masturbation later.

I can certainly confirm that Katharina's still a "looker", with her bright blue eyes and pale creamy complexion. They say that youth is wasted on the young, but there's a special place for memories of those earlier times, when we were younger, but not wiser . . .

a simple assignment (part one)

2008-10-09T11:56:00.000-07:00

My sexy Katharina slut was quite enthralled (or should I say captivated?) by the fact that I've begun blogging about her submission. Her excitement upon discovering my effort was, as they say in the commercials, priceless! Seeing her physical (and emotional) reaction to this effort was actually quite inspiring.

You see, it's not just my sluts body that I wish to possess, it's her mind, her essence, her very soul, that I wish to know and make mine. It's not something I could want (or do) without her consent, but I know that's also a desire she shares. And, having already handed me so much trust and confidence, empowering me to Master her to the fullest of my own abilities, it's a path we are already well along. Yet, I also know we are just beginning together in a number of ways, and at times I feel as though she's almost as innocent as a blushing bride.

Certainly though, since it's a blog about Katharina and her submission, I wanted to assure that she'd be contributing directly to the content published here, and sooner rather than later. I'm a notoriously slow writer, I tend to have inspiration in flurries, so I'll need the help in documenting our journey together.

I've always been the kind to explore and challenge limits, so I've also decided to use this effort as a device to encourage her own internal exploration of sexuality. I'm strongly of the belief that giving one's submission in an unthinking manner is hardly any gift at all, I want a a knowing submissive as well as a willing one, if you know what I mean.

With that in mind, I decided now was as good a time as any to further explore a taboo subject that's looked at in most circles with total disdain, if not disgust, that perhaps in some instances more innocent and less distasteful as we might imagine. I'm talking about sex with relatives, what some folks might label as "incest".

I'm not an oedipal individual, although I do remember having a hell of a schoolboy crush once (or maybe twice) on a female cousin, so my choice of incestuous relations isn't so much of a reflection on my own desires, as it is a reflection of an interesting posting I ran across on the blogosphere.

Here's the mail I sent to my slut . . .

My Darling Katharina!!!

Here's your first public writing assignment as my submissive, if you are able to accept it. If you are unable to complete these tasks, although disappointed, I will understand. But I hope you also realize that I would have no choice but to punish you for the disobedience and refusal to fulfill your Master's sincere and reasonable request.

I am interested in further documenting and sharing our sexual journey together. Not only do I think it's exciting, I also believe it's a good tool to use in exploring our desires and feelings as they grow and change.. So, with that in mind I believe the new blog I've created is a safe and effective medium for us to document your continuing journey into submission, as well as my continuing thoughts and actions as I "Captivate Katharina"!!!!

There is no specific deadline for the list's completion, but the sooner you complete this group of tasks, the quicker you can move forward to more, and more, exciting exercises.

Please complete the following tasks in order.

1. - Go to the following web address - http://lindasuediary.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-with-relative-tell-me-everything.html

2. - Read the original story and ALL the replies - this itself will take some time since there are a good number of replies.

3. Create a new gmail account

4. Using your new ID, you will now proceed to register for a blogger account at http://www.blogger.com/home -

5. Now that you are registered and signed in with blogger, proceed again to http://lindasuediary.blogspot.com/2007/12/sex-with-relative-tell-me-everything.html and reply to that post - detailing everything you can remember about your brief encounter with your cousin feeling you up in the wheat field. Obviously it's not a sexual encounter that is true incest - but it was a innocent sexual incident that involved a relative - and I'd like you to share the story.

I hope you will be able to fulfill these requests to please your Master.

My love for you grow daily (as does my desire)
Master Michael

With that sent, I spent the day anticipating her reply when I arrived home from work later that evening . . .

new beginnings (part one)

2008-10-04T07:50:00.000-07:00

Last night we began "playing" again, after a fairly long break due to pressing family responsibilities. It was a wonderful new beginning, as I continue captivating Katharina. All events occur later in the same day described in the prelude . . .

For tonight, I began by asking my beloved to stand at the foot of the bed and disrobe for my pleasure. It was near bedtime and we were already quite casual, I was relaxed reclining on the bed while Katharina puttered about, finishing up her nighttime routine.

She pulled her shirt off over her head with a cute little flurry. My sweet pet was once rather shy, even in front of her Master, but she now enjoys delighting my eyes with the vision of her naked flesh, knowing that it pleases me to gaze upon her unclad charms.

Bending over slightly, she proceeded to peel off her clingy nylon panties, giving me a nice look at her shapely derrière. Her instructed task complete, she slid next to me in bed, rubbing the pale smooth flesh of her legs against mine as she snuggled tighter.

I looked into her soft blue eyes, and said, "I'd like to see you pleasure yourself, slide your hand down and touch your pussy until you cum."

Katharina has always been a bit shy about allowing me to observe her pleasuring herself, although I've overcome that reluctance, the shy girl inside still shows through her more confident exterior appearance at times like these.

"It may take me a while," she said, hesitating for a moment.

"You know I'm almost always a patient man," I replied with a knowing smile.

She started immediately touching herself, reaching down with her right hand, cupping her mound. I watched intently as she deftly parted the pouting lips of her pussy, reaching for moisture to lubricate her clit.

Then I noticed that Katharina's left hand was unoccupied, resting quietly along the line of her hip.

"Perhaps I've been tying you up too much," I said mischievously. "It appears that you don't know how to properly take advantage of being given permission to self-pleasure," I continued, obviously glancing at the slack hand. "Why don't you use that hand to pinch your nipples for me," I added.

Deciding that it was time to get involved myself, I repositioned my weight allowing my right hand access to her feminine charms. I began softly running my fingertips over her inner thighs and around her hips. Katharina's breath visibly hastened, making me aware of her heightened arousal,

Reaching between her legs, I began lightly tracing the rim of her asshole with my forefinger. As I'll more fully detail in future writings, my sweet slut came to me relatively inexperienced in almost all forms of sexual interaction, and the pleasures of anal play were no exception. That said, Katharina is has become very responsive to anal stimulation, so just a few fleeting moments of fingering, teasing, and massaging her tight pucker made her squirm harder still, a low moan escaping her lips.

Seeing her excitement build, I watched as her well practiced fingers continued dancing around her clit. Sliding a thumb up between the pouting pussy lips, I savored feeling the heat and slickness of my slut's excited cunt.

I rubbed my thumb around the mouth of Katharina's cunt, before abruptly pushing it in, burying the digit completely. I could feel her excitement, her hunger, as the wet slickness grasped my finger.

Almost instantaneously she asked the question I was waiting to hear, "Oh please Sir, may I cum?," My darling Katharina gasped breathlessly.

"Yes you may cum my darling," I whispered.

I watched intently as my slut writhed in the throes of her (mostly) self induced orgasm. Katharina was a sight to behold, her pale skin flush with excitement, her body twitching involuntarily in the aftermath. How delightfully endearing, I thought to myself, as the waves of her orgasm broke on the shores of her submission.

I then turned and glanced at the bedside clock. Just as I'd suspected, less than 10 minutes had passed since I'd first made my request.

"Remember when you first came to me slut?" I asked quietly.

Katharina affirmed the question with a silent nod.

"Look how far we've already come," I continued. "There was a time when you worried that you wouldn't lubricate enough to please me. But now, it takes little more then a few nasty words whispered into your ear, and that sweet pussy starts to literally drool with excitement," I teased. "And where it once took you as much as an hour to peak when pleasuring yourself, now you cum as quick as a little boy," I joked.

Katharina broke my gaze, and cast her gaze downward. It's at moments like these, when her involuntary mannerisms betray the depth of her feelings, that I realize just how profoundly submissive my pet really is in her heart. At the same time, I'm hit with the realization that she's almost literally a dream come true for me.

new beginnings (a prelude)

2008-10-03T08:08:00.000-07:00

While she cooked my lunch yesterday, I asked my sweet Katharina if she'd care to hear me read aloud some pornography. Always eager to please, and being deep at heart, an adventurous slut herself, she called in to me, "Why sure . . . anything you like, Sir."

With a knowing grin I answered, "Oh my sweet pet, please be careful what you say! "

"The word 'anything' is awfully inclusive, and I can't imagine you'd want to hear me read a story about bestiality or incest right now . . . or would you?" I continued.

"Well no, I can't say I'm wanting to hear those things right now," she replied a bit uncertainly.

"I've found the story of a "going away party" that I'd like to read to you my dear," I said,

"I'm not sure of your enjoy it, but I'd like to see how you react . . ."

My going-away party, Part I
I am lying naked on a bed with soft, clean sheets. My hands are tied to the headboard. I am wearing a blindfold. Something about the blindfold actually heightens senses other than vision. Opening my eyes only yields blackness. So I close them and feel the mouths sucking my nipples hard, the hands roaming all over me. I am already very wet. My legs are free and I feel hands parting them, raising my knees.

An unfamiliar body. He's very slender and his breath vaguely smells of peppermint as he leans down kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He lacks any finesse, like a college-boy. And very slim -- I rub one leg up and down him. But I can feel his erection pressing against me, and he's hung. Ohmygod. I can feel him reaching down with one hand, playing with my pussy with the tip of his cock, my juices coating it. Then he starts to push inside.

It hurts and I cry out. "Go slow, babe." He waits for me to adjust my pelvis to take more of him. I feel his head push inside me, and behind it a very thick shaft...I imagine this as one of those cocks that gets bigger beyond the head. Gasp, I gasp, and his breathing is coming hard on my shoulder. Then his head and torso push away; he must be raising himself up on his arms. He uses this purchase to push his cock all the way in. I let out a half-moan, half-scream. I am filled up, the walls of my pussy almost painfully stretched.

I wrap my legs around him. He's so skinny I can go way beyond crossing my ankles. And yet he's got this giant dick, which he proceeds to use on me full throttle. He's fucking me with a hard rhythm, very fast, his ass and pelvis rotating up and down maniacally. Then he slows down and I rest my feet on the backs of his thighs. He pulls way out, then slams inside me, provoking another moan/scream. I open my legs wide and push up my pelvis to await the next move, and he slams in again. Then he pulls almost out, leaving me quivering, unfilled, the walls of my pussy wet and waiting. It's excruciating...waiting, wanting the rhythm of fucking. But he plays me with more skill than I first expected. Again and again, he slow-fucks me.

Then I feel my legs being lifted and I am nearly upended as my feet and ankles go over his muscular shoulders. Now he's going even deeper, hitting my cervix...not comfortable...yet the thickness of him keeps me moaning and groaning. My hands strain at the headboard, wanting to feel his face and chest, grab his gymnastic little ass. But I am helpless to do so, which of course adds to the arousal. I keep getting to the brink of coming and he hits my cervix...my sounds a mix of aroused woman and pain...it all mixes together with a strange, new sensation. He grunts and shakes and I feel his come shooting inside me.

I don't know his name...

About this time my lunch was ready . . .

My beloved Katharina had a bit of a strange look on her face at this point, but I continued on with the story to gauge her reaction.

My going-away party, Part II
He immediately pulls out. I hate it when men do this...it's even worse when it's a well-hung stud...my pussy is suddenly left empty and achie. I am still quivering, right on the brink of coming. I want to put my legs together and clench them together to bring myself off. I wish my hands weren't tied. God, I want to come so bad. But suddenly another man is on top of me.

He's big and his belly is on mine as his dick slides inside. He feels average, and that's fine. It takes my poor big-cock-fucked pussy a minute to adjust to him but by that time he's already fucking me. He's down on me, rubbing my nipples and breathing against my neck. He smells like cigarettes but makes no attempt to kiss me.

I feel his weight on me, holding me down. His pelvis, though, is a lithe and supple thing, ramming in and out, up and down, oscillating. What a feeling! I raise my legs against him and my feet start to heat up again. Now my pussy walls are tight against him and I grind against his pelvis, fucking his back. His breath comes very sharp and fast. He's one of those men who doesn't make noise, but I make him moan. He gasps: "God...you're...tight...hot..." I wonder if he's going to come or have a heart attack on top of me!

Then he pulls both my legs wide and holds them in the insides of his elbows as he slides back inside. I am spread wide open, feeling very vulnerable, feeling the air in the room brush against my hips and anus as I am lifted higher off the sheets. He fucks me with abandon as I gasp and moan. His heavy balls slap against my ass -- an unbelievably sexy sensation. I hear our sounds...the first man came in me and my juices mingle with his semen to make that distinctive squishy fast sound of being really fucked. My feet are burning and I am seeing colors at the edges of my eyes...

I am just about to explode when he lets out a "oh, fuck!" and I feel him spurting inside me. His cock seems to grow bigger as this happens. He must not have come for a month: I feel the semen cascade inside me, then dripping out, running down into my anus. He immediately pulls out and I moan with disappointment.

"Fuck me, fuck me...I want to come..." I am moaning. Only silence comes from around me. With the blindfold, I can see nothing. The room smells of strongly semen and pussy.

I wonder: How did I get into this?

Perhaps it's not everybody's idea of ideal dinner conversation, certainly it has not received the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. But, that was, in fact, part of my design.

By inserting this little story into the middle of the day, and at an unexpected point in time, I hoped it would have a little bit of "shock effect". I wanted it all to stick in my Katharina's mind, even if just in flashes or fragments.

I quizzed my darling as to her thoughts about what had been read so far. Although her initial reaction centered on potential health issues for the stories heroine, seeing her squirm a bit in her seat, I knew at least part of my plan was effective.

So I continued . . .

My going-away party, Part III
I have just been fucked by two strangers. I can't see them, but I know how they feel on top of me, the texture of their skin, the scent of their breath, the size and shape of their cocks, the way they fuck and the way they sound when they come, the volume of sperm they pump into me (a lot).

"How much edge can you handle, you little slut?" Chris had asked the question with a fond look but an edge in his voice. I knew he had been angry with me for screwing around on him -- just as I had been pissed at his continued dalliance with Heather. So now I was leaving, and he wanted to throw me a "party." Would I go along? No details. "I don't want to be hurt, and if you bring friends, make them wear condoms," I said. He nodded. Liar.

Now I lie on the soft, expensive sheets that smell of sex. My hands are still tied to the headboard with soft but unyielding restraints. My little pussy aches from being fucked and from being taken to the edge without letting me come. I know it's all part of his plan. If a woman could have blue balls, I am she. No one says a word.

The mattress is again depressed and a body lies beside me. Skin on skin, this is unmistakably female. She gives me urgent French kisses, her tongue exploring my mouth, then lingering, teasing lip brushes. Her hair falls down on my cheeks and neck. It feels lush and curly. She's a good kisser. After a few minutes of this, she leans over me and one heavy breast caresses my face, then the other does. Her nipples are erect and thick, and I lick and suck them hungrily. But soon she takes them away. Now I feel a leg coming across me and I smell pussy as she moves to sit on my face and get adjusted. Her pubic hair is soft and sparse.

Her pussy is very wet. The juices cover my lips and nose as I start licking and tonguing her. She's has a very pungent pussy odor, and I start to get aroused all over again. Someone has recently fucked her, because as I drill my tongue into her vaginal canal I taste man -- I get thick globs of semen mixed up with her pussy juices and swallow them. The semen has a sharp, nasty smell. She rocks back and forth, moaning softly as I work on her. After a thorough tongue-fucking, I worship her labia, only occasionally darting up to her clit. She has small, bud-like pussy lips. Then, as I really focus on her clit, she starts grinding against me. This goes on a long time. With my hands tied, I can't guide her or raise her pelvis.

Thank God she's relatively light or I would suffocate. By now she's really grinding against my face and I am bearing down with my tongue on her clit. Her pussy is making lubrication overtime now and it covers my face even as I try to lick it up and swallow it. Her cunty smell becomes even more pronounced, and I can feel her shake in little pre-orgasm contractions.

"AhhhhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhGod
Godaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she lets out this long, low moan, shaking and pushing against my face. I involuntarily wrestle at my restraints. I want to hold her close. But I can't. After sitting and rocking for awhile, she dismounts with a little yelp, and I am alone again on the bed.

At this point i could see a slight flush on Katharina's face and neck. As a pale skinned blond, her excitement is often visible. Perhaps she was also just a little embarrassed at being "confronted" by such a debauched scenario out of the blue in the middle of the day, but I was also quite aware that the flush indicated her physical reaction to elements of the story.

I returned to reading the story to it's conclusion . . .

My going-away party, Part IV
By this time I am starting to lose my bearings, all I have is a riot of sensations -- my clit aches for need of an orgasm, my pussy has that high-voltage quiver of being repeatedly fucked, my face is covered with another woman's pussy juice -- mingled with a man's semen -- my legs are noodly and shaky, come running out of me is tickling my anus, and the room reeks of sex. Nobody speaks. After the woman's orgasm, the only voice is mine, moaning, begging to come.

Hands untie me, while other hands gently caress my belly and thighs. Mouths suck on my nipples, getting me worked up all over again -- one of the mouths is topped by a scratchy mustache. The other mouth must be the woman -- her hair falls on me -- and she sucks hard. I groan loudly, whisper, "that feels so good." They turn me over and rearrange me. It's all very gentle and silent, and now I am on my knees, my ass high in the air, my arms resting on a pillow.

I expect another dick in me from behind. Instead, the bed leans in a little and a body is in front of me. Now I have hands free to explore. It's a man's body, with hairy legs and a flat belly and a fat, short cock. I let my hands roam and feel it encased in soft foreskin. I just barely brush my hands across it. Time for somebody else to get played. I kiss, lick and bite the tops of his thighs, run my tongue in circles around his belly button. With one hand, I reach up and pinch his nipples. I hear him start to breathe heavily.

I approach his cock slowly. First, I cup his balls in my hands and lick them. Some men want it rough with their balls sucked. But you never know. It can be painful for most guys, so I take it easy. They are tight and close to his dick, with soft skin and little hair. He's clearly enjoying this way too much. So I start lightly licking his cock. It's almost like an artillery round in shape -- of it feels that way: I am still blindfolded. But the skin is so soft. I flick my tongue up and down and in circles. He lets out a baritone moan.

Now I pull down the foreskin and inhale the man smell. I jerk him off gently while kissing his belly. My ass is still invitingly in the air, and this is brought home to me when suddenly the other side of the mattress is depressed and I feel a man positioning himself behind me. I try to lick and please my uncut man, running my tongue around his exposed head, but my pussy is having pre-quake jitters in anticipation of what's to come.

Any woman who tells you every cock feels the same (except for the really big boys) isn't paying attention. Each is delightfully different. And now I feel that distinct, sweet pain of the big head of Chris's cock pushing into my vagina. Even though I've already been opened up by a monster and am gushing pussy juice and come, his head still gets my attention. Selfish bitch that I am, I ram myself against him, letting it fill me up, and let out a pre-orgasm scream.

But he's having none of it. His strong hands firmly grip my hips and he won't really fuck me. God! He stays inside, then slowly withdraws, then oh-so-slowly slides back in. All the while, he keeps control. I am breathless. But I keep working on the fat little cock before me. It slides into my mouth and I gently suck while cupping and caressing his balls. Next I move my head up and down a few times, just to get things started. This is going to be fun...

Then a big rope of semen explodes into the back of my throat and the man screams a profanity and grabs my head. I am swallowing as fast as I can as two, three, four big ejaculations fly into my mouth. It tastes like very salty, pungent pea soup. Haven't swallowed so much in awhile -- he must be young. I ease up the pressure and manage his orgasm, so it feels good, not to painfully intense, and he's soon just moaning and stroking my hair. His cock collapses and I lick up the rest of his come from his pubic hair. The taste of come stays in my mouth, keeps my throat sticky, and I can feel the thick semen on its way into my stomach.

Now Chris really starts to fuck me. Piston, whatever fucking analogy you want this is it. He does the move where he angles his hips as he fucks, letting his cock touch different areas inside me. Incredible feeling. It doesn't take long before I am seeing colors at the edges of my eyes and my feet are burning. My pussy gives some powerful contractions and then the first orgasm just annihilates me. He just keeps fucking. I have buried my head in the belly of my uncut friend and I am screaming and moaning, whimpering unintelligible fuck talk. Yes, I claw the sheets... A finger slips into my anus, finger-fucking me with KY while Chris's dick is fucking my pussy. He's done this before, in preparation to taking my ass. This time, though, he's so aroused that all he can do is suddenly pull out of my pussy and slide into my anus before he comes. I am filled up with cock and semen and he collapses on me. We're all in a heap, gasping and moaning.

Everybody had another turn, at least. I can't tell you how many times I was fucked or in how many positions. I rode the heavy-set man and came again. Chris gave me a sweet missionary fuck, my legs wrapped around his waist and hips. The woman and I sixty-nined, and I just got to the plateau and couldn't get off, but she came again. Then, above my face, I felt a cock slide into her and I licked it and her as she was fucked. Later, I sucked the semen out of her. The first guy, the skinny one with the impossibly large cock, gave me a hell of a shafting from behind -- really rough this time, hard to adjust my pelvis to take all of him -- but I had another shattering orgasm. The only rule was that I couldn't take off the blindfold.

It seemed as if we had taken a pause. I was lying there, as well-fucked as a woman could be. After awhile, my nose itched and I thought, what the hell. I took off the blindfold. The room was empty. Nobody but me and the semen-stained sheets.

A single red rose was on the pillow next to me. I could barely walk the next day.

I looked to see my Katharina still squirming slightly in her seat.

I asked my dear sweet pet about her thoughts on the story I'd read, and she struggled a little to find words. She can be so sweet and innocent, almost child like at times, yet I know her desires are quite adult, and are certainly not "vanilla".

With a soft but firm voice I instructed Katharina to stand for me, which she did immediately.

I then continued with my instructions, "Pull down your pants and your panties." Kat complied with a gleam in her eyes.

"Now spread your legs," I said.

With her pants and panties down around her ankles, it was a bit awkward to comply with my wishes. But my sweet sex toy graciously spread her knees and tilted her hips, giving me clear access to the hairless prize she knew I desired.

I brushed fingers lightly against her soft bare vulva, then used my index finger to part the lips of her pussy. Although she wasn't soaking, I could tell that my reading had it's desired effect, as the wetness of her excitement was clearly evident.

Abruptly, I rose out of my chair, and addressed her with a stronger tone in my voice. "Pull up those panties slut, play time's over," I commanded.

My sweet wife groaned with obvious frustration, as she asked rather urgently, "Is that all?"

I laughed confidently and said, "You of all people should know by now that foreplay doesn't happen just in the bedroom, and that it's better to sometimes delay gratification."

By now I was grabbing my briefcase and heading for the door, while my Katharina was working to restore her clothing and compose herself.

"If you are a good girl, you might just have those nasty desires fulfilled later," I said with a bit of a grin. "Now get that sweet ass moving slut, we've got work to do"

(Master's Note - the story I read to my sweet submissive was taken directly from a sexy blog named - Linda Sue's Diary I've recreated the postings from Linda Sue's Diary in their entirety, exactly as they were read to my Katharina. Linda Sue's Diary is is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License allowing its reuse with attribution. )

Captivating Katharina

2008-10-03T06:46:00.000-07:00

Captivating: Having power to captivate or charm; fascinating; as, captivating smiles.

Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.
David Hume

As the quote implies, this is a blog about desires and affections. It is a true story . . .