A is for Anal & More

For this year’s A-Z Challenge I decided to focus on things that I have come across during our 5 years of active kink, and share my experiences and things I have learned, my opinion or things I am curious about. In each post I am using an image that has been used on my blog before, with a link to the original post.

Anal

If you have been following this blog for a while, or have read posts in my extensive archives, you will definitely have noticed that I am a huge fan of anal sex. Ever since the first time I experienced it and had the most amazing orgasm, I have been hooked – no pun intended. I love all kinds of anal stimulation, whether penetration with fingers, being fucked, wearing butt plugs or even having my butthole licked. Even so, I am always afraid of ‘making a mess’ and for some time used to clean myself out with enemas, until one day that almost went embarrassingly wrong and I stopped doing it.

I might get some negative comments for this next part, but I prefer to be honest. You see, no matter how much I like to be anally stimulated, I have never paid anyone else the favor. No wait, I am lying. I did it once, with my former husband. It took me weeks, seriously weeks, to build up the courage to finally anally stimulate him. I can tell you, it took me only seconds to realize what I was feeling when I tried to push a finger inside him… dried poo! I have never tried it again and thankfully, with Master T, I don’t have to. He’s not into receiving at all and this suits me just fine.

Assignments

In the beginning of our D/s relationship we were into assignments, which meant that Master T decided on tasks and I had to perform them. I had some interesting tasks, but at a stage, they stopped. Master T wants the assignments to be original and challenging. Something like going to the shops without panties is just too easy, even though it is exciting. I would love to have assignments again, but first Master T will have to get his creative juices flowing. However, I really won’t mind simple tasks, or even to repeat tasks I had before.

Asphyxiation

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Original post: Merchandise
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We have only touched the surface of this, which was more than enough to make me realize that I don’t want to be deprived of oxygen. Wikipedia says: Erotic asphyxiation or breath control play is the intentional restriction of oxygen to the brain for the purposes of sexual arousal.
A hand on my throat is okay, but having my breath cut off is something that would send me into a total panic!

Auctioned

Now this is something that totally intrigues me, but I’m afraid it might fuck with my mind too much if no one wants to buy me. Or even if they want to buy me. In my first novel I have written an auction scene, which was inspired by my own fantasy about being auctioned.

To be continued… B is for Bondage & More

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