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.
Continued from… T Is for Talking & More
One of my first relationships was with someone in uniform, and several others followed after that – all soldiers. I met my first husband when he was doing his military service and after our divorce, I had my own uniform, as I joined the army. I stayed with them for five years before I left, and just like before I joined, after I left I still had a thing for uniforms. I don’t know why, but there’s just something about a man in a uniform that is very sexy.
That said, I have to add that nowadays I am a bit choosier about it. My knees don’t go weak with every man I see in uniform, as it did many, many years ago. No, I now want to get to know the man in the uniform too. The uniform is not the primary thing anymore; the personality is. And when the personality is nice and I like the man, then the uniform makes him uber-sexy. I guess I grew up!
Several times on Fetlife I have seen images of people who are tied in rope and then submerged in water. Absolutely anything and everything in me screams: NO!
Now I know that those people are totally aware of the risks and have thought of the safety of everyone involved, especially the one underwater, but still I freak out just thinking of being submerged in water like that. I have always been afraid of water, especially deep and dark water, even though I can swim. I don’t know whether it’s my fear of water playing up here, or my claustrophobia or both.
No matter what, underwater play is a no-go for me!
Use me for your own desires. Fuck me. Flog me. Pinch me. Hold me down. Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass. Use me alone or ask your friends to use me too. Watch while I am being used. Hold my legs open so I can be fucked. Take me anyway you want to, as long as you use me.
There’s only one person who decides who will get to use me, and that is Master T. And, there’s also only one person with whom I have ever lowered all defenses and begged him to use me, told him I’m his whore, his slut, begged him to finger me, to fuck me, to fist me. Yes, that person too is Master T.
To be continued… V is for Vibrators & More
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