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Last night, The Boyfriend and I pulled out the flogger for the second time. And, if you can believe it, this time was even better than the first time. After spending two days straight writing The Brighton Tales on The Erotica of a Tortured Mind, my mind was whirring with thoughts of sex and BDSM. So you can imagine my excitement when The Boyfriend decided to call in sick, just in case we got called up to the hospital to see my brother.

So after hours had passed, and I finally got off the computer, The Boyfriend grabbed the flogger from downstairs. I’ve been incredibly sore these last couple of days and have been having alot of problems with knees. I’ve been taking these anti-inflammatories that are supposed to help, but I don’t think they are. I almost think they’re making it worse.

It started with a playful ass rub (which I love getting. Apparently, I hold a large amount of stress in my ass muscles ;)) Then he started playing with the flogger. Time passed as he played with the flogger, gently tapping my ass with it, and I rolled onto my stomach.

The flogger started out as a foreplay to sex, and within minutes of gentle flogging, The Boyfriend was inside me. I left my hair down (which I almost never do), and it kept getting in my face. The Boyfriend kept trying to gather it, because he likes to pull on it.

After he came, I stayed laying on my stomach on the couch, and masturbated while he flogged me. He started off soft, and then slowly got harder and harder, until my skin was flaming beneath the flogging. I’d lift my foot, and he’d stop to rub my darkening ass, bending over and kissing it gently.

He was nailing a very nice figure eight, and the sensation was crazy, the sound of the whip whirring through the air. I was shaking so bad, and more than once came right to the brink of orgasm. Then he’d stop flogging and just gently brush the falls over my skin, the latex tickling my inner thighs. After a long time on my ass, to the point where it started turning purple, I asked him to move to my legs and try my thighs and calves.

It was obvious that he wasn’t as comfortable with the legs as he was with my ass, as he very gently hit my legs. He moved back to my ass and began doing a figure eight again, this time much harder and much faster. The harder and faster he went, the harder and faster I played with myself. Until finally, after probably close to half an hour of flogging, my muscles all contracted, my back arched and I experienced an incredible orgasm.

It seemed to last forever, and by the end of it, every limb of my body felt like al dente noodles. I laid limply for at least five minutes, trying my hardest to catch my breath. After looking at my ass, we were sure that today I would have a hard time sitting down and that I would have at least one bruise to show for it.

Today, after pulling an all-nighter after the flogging last night, there are no visible signs that a flogging ever happened. There’s no problems sitting down, then the problems that I already have sitting down thanks to my knees, back and hip.

I think The Boyfriend is much kinkier than he’s willing to admit. As he wielded that flogger with a great deal of skill, every single time, he’d get hard. This flogger was the best thing I ever bought!

Since the start of my interests in BDSM, I’ve always questioned whether or not I would actually enjoy the activities that are included, or if I just liked the concept of them. Did I just like the idea of being flogged, or would I truly enjoy being flogged or flogging someone else? Is it just the idea of being tied up that’s a turn on, or would I really be turned on from it?

Well, last night, after receiving my flogger and bondage tape that I had ordered online in the mail, I got to experience my first flogging ever. The Boyfriend even let me hit him a couple times 😉

So, we bought the Angel Hair Flogger – 14″. Prior to using it, and just testing it out on my leg, I was sure The Boyfriend wouldn’t be able to hit hard enough. Thankfully, I was wrong and he was able to get the latex falls to snap and sting. The sound of the flogger was the best part. As he swung through the air, a sharp swooshing noise. Even better was the sound of the hit. It was loud enogh to be hot for us, but not so loud as to wake up the kids!

I was almost surprised at how much The Boyfriend seemed to be into it. At first, he was more playful than serious about it. Starting upstairs, he would just playfully swing it, barely skimming my ass. Once we got downstairs though, it was almost as if he transformed into the loving, in control Top. It was almost like he had done it before, and had spent hours researching it on the computer.

He seemed to pick up on every cue, and corrected any mistakes almost as soon as they happened. He started off slow and gradually picked up pace. He would rain down a succession of blows and then it seemed like he knew the second it started to “hurt” for me, where I would feel the need to pull away. But even before I pulled away, he’d stop and rub the area of impact.

He’d practice whichever swing he went for first in the air, and the sound alone made me incredibly wet. Then he’d bring the falls down upon me, the first couple of times, very lightly, just tickling my skin. By the end, he was hitting hard enough that I was experiencing the same painful pleasure brought on by spanking.

It is still an incredibly gentle flogger, and I’m very curious to experiment more with it and find out if it’s possible to break skin with it. We didn’t get a chance to use the bondage tape, because we were too into the flogger. So that will probably have to wait until his next days off.

The sex afterwards was amazing, though that’s not really new for our sex life. Pretty much every time we have sex, it’s amazing. He was trying really hard to be gentle, because he’s worried that rough sex is the reason I’ve been bleeding so long after having Carter (only had maybe 5 days in 4 months where I wasn’t bleeding!).

For the second time in a row (and it hasn’t ever really happened alot, so it’s super exciting for us both), I got off at his hand. This time was especially hot, because as I came, he came. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t really know the answer, but cumming at the same time always feels much more intimate and passionate and special.

We spent a couple minutes, wrapped in each others arms, coming down from a blissful experience, recounting all our favourite things about the night. Then came the planning of future sexpeditions, where he’s asked to be taped and has told me to expect my own. I wonder how well the bondage tape will really work?

I still feel like all of this kinky stuff that we’re doing, is still just kinky stuff. It feels like a precursor to sex and nothing more. While we were upstairs and he was playfully hitting, I kept asking myself, “Am I okay with this? Am I okay with it just being a type of foreplay? This isn’t how I pictured this, am I really okay with it?”, and I decided that I would rather have some kinky foreplay that involves elements of BDSM that I desire, than have no interactions with kink or BDSM. It’s one of those situations where you take what you can get when you can get it,  and for the moment, I am satisfied with that 😉

I was pretty happy a couple days back, when The XXX Rated Rantings hit a page view of 69, obviously my favourite oral position! And I’m happy to report that WTMFI Wednesdays is gaining popularity and we’ve had over 20 readers for the past two weeks! So now, I’m begging you to all help me get to another milestone, and start participating in WTMFI Wednesdays.

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The day before yesterday, The Boyfriend and I were sitting around bored out of our skulls with nothing better to do than doodle and write. I didn’t want to go on the computer, because I wanted to cuddle and he didn’t want to play games because he had already done that that day.

I, of course, was thinking about nothing more than sex and BDSM, which is all I ever seem to be thinking about lately. Anywho, I started thinking about my perfect scenario of 24/7 BDSM. Came to the realization that it would not be even slightly possible as long as any of my kids still lived at home.

So I thought it would be fun to share with all of you what I came up with so far. Unfortunately, this whole scenario is based off of alot of different factors, which include:

  1. Need to find a S/switch man who doesn’t mind sharing
  2. Need to get to the point where I don’t mind sharing
  3. No kids in the house (or if there are kids in the house, must understand BDSM fully)
  4. I have to have a full-time day job, where I’m leaving the house at a set time and arriving home at a set time
  5. Need an extremely large house, like a mansion or castle
  6. Need 9 submissive or S/switch people to fulfill spots 😉

Okay, okay. I know it sounds a little far-fetched, and I’m aware that realistically I’ll probably only ever get half of what I wanted, but I’m talking about perfect worlds, which we all know don’t exist!

So a few basic things before we get into the better part of this. In a perfect world, protocols and rules and consequences would be a big part of everyday BDSM play for me. I would like to believe, from my rather inexperienced perspective, that BDSM can be a very therapeutic, life-altering experience. I also like the idea of behaviour modification.

Okay so first I’ll break down how the whole thing would work. Let’s pretend that in this perfect world, The Boyfriend is Master and I am Mistress. I would be Master’s alpha slave, if you will, and he will be my Dominant. He will have a male alpha slave as well. He will also have one female submissive and two male submissive’s.

(F.Y.I. – We are working under the premise that, the slaves are collared and “owned” and the submissives are un-collared slaves-in-training)

Mistress will have an alpha male slave and alpha female slave, two female submissives and two male submissives. Master and Mistress would also own a male and female submissive together. Now, that’s not to say that either would not be allowed to discipline the others submissive in the absence of the Owner. I hope this all still making sense.

So I was thinking about this perfect world life, where I worked 9 to 5, Monday to Friday. Came home at the exact same time (or thereabouts) every single day. So I started thinking about what I’d want the ritual of coming home to be like. Of course, this sent me spiraling into thoughts about every little detail, but I thought it would be fun to share with you what coming home would look like to me, in a perfect world.

As I stumble towards the front door of my house, after my exhausting long day of work, I am excited and relieved to think about what’s on the other side.When I step up the last stair, onto the porch, the heavy door slides open, showing me the comforts of my home. I take a step in, and my alpha male is kneeling at my right, holding a martini upwards, with his other hand outstretched waiting for my bags. My alpha female is kneeling to my left, eyes down with a pair of slippers between her teeth. I lightly tap her head, and she removes each of my shoes, replacing them quickly with the slippers.

My alpha male escorts me to the lavish dining room, his arm wrapped around mine, while my alpha female crawls along behind me. Master is already seated at the large dining table, with his alpha male and female submissive kneeling on the floor beside him, to his left and right respectively. In three of the four corners of the room, stands the male and female submissive that Master and I are training together, and one of my male submissives. The males are in charge of food and wine service and clean-up and the female is the cook of the house, preparing all the food (with the help of the other submissives). Her main duty is to prepare menus and choose wine pairings.

My alpha male pulls out my seat, and waits for me to be seated before kneeling beside me. My alpha female is already kneeling next to me and awaiting further instructions. Master and I would ring a bell simultaneously (and submissive’s would be punished if they came when only when bell was rang – the bells being of completely different tones), and the remaining submissives would enter, kiss my feet and then kiss Master’s feet, and then stand behind their designated seating position, which only varied when company attended or on special ocassions, such as birthdays and anniversaries.

My alpha female would then be seated to my left, and after she was seated, the other submissives could then be seated. One of the submissives, in the corner behind my chair, would serve us the wine of the evening. Master and I would receive our wine in fine goblets, the alpha slaves would be served their wine in boring glass cups and the submissives would be given plastic champagne flutes to drink from.

Food when then be served from the submissive in the corner behind Master’s chair, from a large table behind Master. Service would start with the submissives, then the alpha slaves and then Master and finally Mistress, so that food did not go cold for Master or Mistress. Both alpha males, if you recall, are still kneeling on the floor, and are given their food on the floor. After Master and Mistress, they are then allowed to sit cross-legged on the floor to eat their food, and are permitted to use proper utensils. Again, this changes with company or special occasion.

After wine is served and all the plates have been filled, the food and wine submissives take their seats at the table at designated positions. The female submissive chef, comes to the right hand side of the Mistress, from the left hand corner of the dining room, to present that dish. She describes, in detail, the food we are about to eat, from ingredients used to cooking methods. Her duty is to make us appreciate the food before it even reaches our mouths.

After the explanation, she takes her designated seat, and all slaves and submissives watch both Master and Mistress. Master’s slaves (including me, his alpha female) and submissives will not take a single bite until he has taken at least three. Mistress’ slaves and submissives will not have a single bite until she has taken at least three.

After the first course, normally a salad, two more courses are served. The actual dinner and then a desert, and all the courses will take on almost the same pattern. Wine server serves wine, then sits at his seat. Food server serves food, then sits at his seat. Chef describes her dish and sits at her seat. Mistress waits for Master’s first three bites along with his alpha male and submissives. Mistress’ slaves and submissives wait for her third bite before beginning.

After dinner is complete, the submissives who didn’t serve food or wine or describe dishes they made, clear the table while Master and Mistress and the alpha slaves retire to wherever Master and Mistress decide, either all together or separately.

So that’s the “I just got home from a long day of work” scenario. One of these days, I’ll write about more about the happenings in a perfect world. That was just where I got to so far.

On another note entirely, I thought I should let everyone know that this week, for the first time in my life, I purchased something off the internet. And wouldn’t you know, the first time I buy anything online, it’s something kinky 😉

The Boyfriend comes home, hands me a card, and says “There’s a hundred bucks for you to play with one there.”, this being right after his birthday (and I hadn’t gotten him a real present yet, because everything he really wants is online!). So I spent almost the entire day looking around on the internet, trying to find things for his birthday and as he said, “a present for yourself”. He knew that I would go for something kinky, he was hoping a dildo, but I wanted something else.

Well, he got Mario Party 8 for the Wii, I spent less and got a red “angel hair” flogger and some black bondage tape. Each thing should be here around about the 15th. So, the first time I buy anything online is also the first time I’m ever going to see a flogger in real life!!! I’m incredibly excited.

So my question to all of you is, do you know of any really good resources online for learning more about floggers (I already know quite a bit, but I feel like I should take a refresher and should make sure to show The Boyfriend some of the stuff, before everything gets here)? And does anyone have any advice for a first flogging session?

Well I should probably get going. Thanks again to everyone reading. I haven’t had under 10 readers in a week and a half, so I’m pretty excited about that. Now, I just need to get some more comments coming in!

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CherriesThis Week’s Questions

  1. Would you rather have sex with an incredibly sexy asshole or an average looking sweetheart?
  2. Would you rather watch porn or be in porn?
  3. Would you rather have sex in the kitchen or in the bathroom?
  4. Would you rather have kinky sex or vanilla sex?
  5. Would you rather be on top or bottom?

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Would you rather be extremely intelligent or eternally beautiful?

RULES

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    For the last two days, all I’ve been thinking about is paddles. I was doing the dishes the other day, and I was thinking about The Rantings Network and all the things I want to do with it. I suddenly remembered about the one and only munch I’ve been to, and B.U.D’s idea of a ping pong paddle covered in sandpaper. Ever since that, I’ve had paddles on the mind.

    I’ve never used a paddle before, but I can imagine what it would feel like and more importantly what it would sound like. I think the stinginess of it would be so hot.

    I’ve also been fantasizing about inspection scenarios. I shaved the other day, and that got me thinking about how hot it would be to have to shave a certain way, and then have consequences if I didn’t. It’d be incredibly sexy for The Boyfriend to put me in some humiliating position, and check me out and demand that I appear for his approval. Most of my day seems to consist of fantasizing about sexual things.

    I’m hoping The Boyfriend and I’s sex life evens out soon. It keeps being extremely long lengths of time between when we have sex, and it’s becoming harder and harder to stay sane. It’s so hard with him working graveyards, and having four kids running around constantly, and having a brother and ex-boyfriend who are almost always here.

    Luckily, The Boyfriend has a week off of working for his birthday starting Saturday. So hopefully I’ll get my fill, so to speak 😉 I told The Boyfriend the other day, that I was tempted to send him to an adult store to pick us up a toy or two.

    I have a vibrator, but it was one that I got from my ex from out of a vending machine in a bar. It’s just a tiny one, and it’s not exactly the best. I mean, it does it’s job, but I want a new one. And then I really want him to get a paddle or whip or restraints or something more kinky than a vibrator. I would just go without him, but I don’t have my ID. I need to work on getting that!

    I need to start going to munches again too. Which means I need to get the youngest on bottles (instead of the boob), and I need to get a babysitter. You know what I really want to go to, because I think it would be one of those experiences that I brag about for the rest of my life? I really want to go to a play party. We have them here, and I know the people that put them on. I’ve never gone, though I really really want to. I don’t know so much if I’d participate my first time, but I sure would observe the heck out of things.

    So I know that it’s not for awhile yet, but I wanted to shamelessly promote a Scheduled Chat for The Art Of… and The Art Of… Academy. On April 17th, 2010,  The Rantings Network will be hosting an Idea Exchange. Feel free to join in the conversation and have your say about what happens on the various sites and blogs in The Rantings Network, with a focus on The Art Of… and The Art Of… Academy lessons. The goal is to launch our first lesson on July 1st, 2010. You can find more information about this chat on The Rantings Network Headquarters.

    Well that’s all I have to write about tonight. Hopefully in two or three nights, you’ll get joyous “I just got laid” posts 😉