An Email from Mistress K

You've been waiting for this email, haven't you? Waiting and feeling your cock twitch from time to time as you think about it. That's good. I want you anticipating the things you're going to do for me.

Sitting at your desk, spread your knees just a little bit apart for me, not so anyone would really notice, but so you know they are a bit wider than you normally sit. Now sit up straight, shoulders back, chest out just a bit. You can close your eyes or not, depending on the situation around you. If you close your eyes, read the next paragraph first.

As you sit there at attention, I want you to think about what a man-slut you are (maybe just a boy-slut?). All those people in that building think you're a nice, respectable guy, but you and I know what you really are, don't we? Whisper what you are out loud right now - a slut, a man-whore, a toy, a tool to be used...by me and whoever else I give you to. Think about how your cock belongs to me. That's right. It's mine, not yours. Not anymore. When you complete the instructions on this page, it's official. You've chosen to give yourself to me. Why? Because you need it. You need to be owned, controlled, directed, used. You need to be treated like what you are.

Think about that for a few minutes...what you are, what you need. Don't think about what you want because that doesn't matter anymore. Your cock isn't yours anymore. Just think about that.

******

Now get up and walk to the restroom. Walk tall, stand straight. I don't care if anyone notices if you're hard. That's how I want you.

Find a stall, enter it, lock it, pull your pants to your knees, sit. Now wait. Close your eyes and think some more about what you are and how much you need (and love!) to be used. Think about how much you want to please me. How you're going to do exactly as I say because you know you must.

Start stroking your cock now. This time, you can use just your hand, a shirt, or lube, but eventually you won't get choices like this. Imagine me standing in front of you and looking at you, watching my slut perform for me. Stroke 10 times slowly, then stop and let go. Breathe. Now 20 times. Stop. Breathe. Imagine how good it will be when you finally have been trained to know what I really want. Stroke some more, this time until you are just about to cum, then stop. Stand and pull up your pants...go back to your desk. That's right. You'll cum when I want you to cum. Not before.

At your desk, sit like I told you too before. Knees apart a bit, shoulders back. Does it feel uncomfortable, wanting to cum, but not being able to? Look around. Who's the first person you see? Man or woman? If it's a man, I want you to think about what it would be like if I told you to strip and bend over so he could fuck you. If it's a woman, think about what it would be like if I told you to sit her on your desk and eat her pussy. What would it be like if they knew what you are?

OK, back to the restroom, Slut boy. Find a stall, you know the drill. Stroke for me.....20 slow strokes at first. Then stop. Is your cock nice and hard? You would enjoy it if I knelt in front of you and sucked you off, wouldn't you? But it's not about what you want. Stroke some more....faster...five strokes, stop for 5 counts, then five strokes, stop for five counts. Repeat this three times, then stop. This should be getting a little frustrating for you by now, isn't it? Good.

Now you need to decide if you really want to be my slut, if you're willing to follow my directions and give your will to me without holding back. This means you'll do as I say when I say. If you fail for any reason, you have to tell me immediately. It also means that if you do anything with your cock (or should I say, MY cock) with another person or with yourself, you get my permission first and you tell me about it afterwards. That's right, you can't even stroke yourself without asking for and getting my permission (by text, email, phone, whatever). Why? Because I own you...you're giving yourself to me.

If you don't want this or if you're not sure, get up right now, get dressed and go back to work. Send me an email that says, "No thanks." If this IS what you need and you agree to the terms I just laid out, start stroking again. Our "agreement" will be sealed when you cum.

Now cum for me. Stroke your hard cock however you'd like until you cum. Feel your last little bit of freedom going away. Feel yourself surrendering. Cum hard for me, my little fuck toy.

That's it.

Finish up and get dressed. Then wait until it's safe, kneel quickly and whisper,"Thank you, Mistress."

When you get back to your desk, email me repeating the terms of our agreement in your own words so I know you understand them. Then wait for my next instructions.

Mistress K

The Bath

I don't usually take a bath.  I'm more of a shower kind of gal, but it had been a long day and I needed the time alone to decompress and relax more than I needed to be washed. I had been out in the rain, so my clothes were clinging to me, adhered to my skin by cold water.  I was shivering.

I began to undress as I ran the water, dropping my clothes into a disheveled pile on the floor.  I added some bubble bath and then stood there in only my panties and stared at the pile as I waited for the tub to fill.  I thought about how everything in that pile was clean and pressed this morning - and now look at it. It was kind of like me.  I started out the day all filled with energy and hope, and now I was cold and exhausted and stressed.

I checked the temperature of the water.  Perfect.  Nice and hot.  Hotter than most people would like it. I reached over and turned off the water, slipped out of my panties and stepped in.

The heat of the water against my cold skin stung as I eased in, but soon the sting transformed to pleasurable warmth that had magical powers.  It was as if the stress and negativity was being sucked out of me, inch by inch, as the sting disappeared. As I slowly lowered my body into the tub, the sting of the hot water on new portions of skin collided in my brain with the intense pleasure of release from other parts. I surrendered to it, letting my mind slip into a nearly meditative state as my body was enveloped by the water.

I exhaled slowly when I was laying down in the tub. Yeah, this is exactly what I needed. I put a washcloth behind my head as a pillow and noticed that my shoulders were hunched and tight. I rolled them back a few times, intentionally trying to relax them, an act which caused me to notice the tension throughout the rest of my body - my neck, my back, my abdomen.  I was one big knot of tension and anxiety. Clearly, the hot water alone was not enough to relax me.

I decided to try some meditation, but my thoughts kept drifting to him. I remembered what he'd said to me earlier in the day and it made me smile. I wondered what he was doing right at that moment as I was laying naked in my tub thinking of him.

Most of the little waves of water left from my getting into the tub had subsided, but little ripples of water lapped at my nipples which were sticking out of the water. At first, I thought, I sure wish we had a bigger tub, but then I lifted a hand and flipped it down quickly, creating more ripples so I could enjoy more of the sensation of the teasing water.

I closed my eyes and imagined that it were him playing with my nipples, not touching me anywhere else, gently brushing his fingers against my nipples, telling me not to move. I grabbed a washcloth and put it over my eyes, imagining it was a blindfold. Soon, the gentleness of the water wasn't enough, and I reached up and started pinching and flicking each nipple myself. My pussy instantly twitched.

Keeping my left hand on my left breast, I slipped my right hand slowly between my legs and found my clit, pressing on it gently.....holding....waiting. I could "hear" him whispering in my ear, telling me not to move, telling me to wait when what I wanted more than anything at that moment was to start rocking my hips and pressing against his hand. I could imagine him looking at me, smiling, amused at my pathetic attempt to control myself. I pinched my left nipple as hard as I could. Was I attempting to distract myself? It was poor attempt if that's what I was trying to do because it caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot downward making my hips thrust forward. I imagined him laughing out loud at my lack of self control.

No. I couldn't wait any longer. I circled my clit slowly with my finger as I gently rocked my hips. Very gently. Just enough to get the water lapping at that right nipple while I continued to pinch the left.

I imagined him joining me in the tub, sliding his hardness inside me as I wrapped my legs around him. Then he kissed me. I melted into that kiss, wishing it could last forever, wishing it were real.

The orgasm didn't sneak up on me like happens sometimes.  This one was like a freight train. The vibrations started in the distance and roared forward in a fury, finally exploding with a geyser of pleasure like the steam bursting forth from the exhaust chute of a steam engine.

I bit my lip as I tried not to make any noise. I wished he were there to kiss me hard and muffle the sounds so I could enjoy it with abandon, but he wasn't. As the shaking subsided, the illusion I had created for myself had evaporated. The cool air on my breasts and the tops of my shoulders now felt cold. For a moment, the comforting solitude of the bath felt lonely and sad.  I really did want him to be here with me. No matter how I tried to think about it differently, the reality was that I was there and he wasn't. That's the way it was and there was nothing I could do about it.

I reflected for a few minutes as I cleaned myself on how strange it was to feel so connected to someone while being so physically distant.....and to feel so disconnected from someone who is physically close. It's not that I feel completely disconnected from Hubby.  Not at all. But there's a part of me that he'll never understand, that he doesn't even want to understand.

I felt that loneliness return briefly as I thought about that.  Then I realized the water had cooled down. It wasn't hot and inviting anymore, but tepid and dull.

No, I told myself. No tepid and dull for me. Not anymore. That's not the life I choose.

I sat up, pulled the plug out with my toe and heard the water start gushing down the drain. I stood up quickly and grabbed my favorite big towel from the towel rack. As I wrapped it around me, my mind slipped one more time to thoughts of him - of his arms sliding around me as he pulled me close to him. Then I stepped out of the tub and pushed the thoughts of him away. It was time to come back to now, to this moment, this place. I dried off and wiggled into the clean panties and oversized shirt I had brought in with me. I hung up the towel and ran a brush through my hair. The I pulled on the big fluffy robe I loved and opened the door.  As I stepped into the hallway, I remembered my dirty clothes and I turned around to get them, but I didn't quite make it.  My youngest son came flying down the hallway, screaming, "The Robe!!!!"

I laughed and steadied myself because I knew what was coming. He launched at me and I caught him in the air. Dang, he gets bigger every day. We ended up on the floor with me tickling him and him struggling to wiggle inside part of the warm fluffy robe. I pretended to be trying to keep him out.  Eventually, though, he won (he always does) and we ended up in a big, robe-enveloped hug. I knew I'd have him there for about 30 seconds before he'd leap up and skip away, so I held him close and breathed him in and kissed his head as much as he'd let me.

My heart was full, and three simple, but powerful, thoughts overwhelmed me.

This is now.  This is real.  This is love.

Face Time

I had some time at home alone on Friday night (a very unusual situation), so JJ and I started texting back and forth. At first we were catching up with what has been going on in both of our lives. Then the conversation became a little naughty, of course.

Because I'm a good girl scout and always prepared, I had already moved to my bedroom and taken off my pants and panties.

I knew that he'd be asking for a photo soon, so I decided to get another step ahead of him. I snapped a quick pussy pic and sent it over.

It never ceases to amaze me how easy it is to send a picture these days compared to the "old days." Yes, I know I'm showing my age, but when I started my first online relationship, we chatted via IRC (Internet Relay Chat for you young people).  Why?  Because there weren't any other choices! AOL came out and changed all that, but I'm talking about before AOL. If you wanted to send a picture in those days, you had two choices: send it via snail mail or fax it.  That was it. This was before desktop scanners, before cell phone cameras. It was even before most people had cell phones.  They were called "car phones" then and very few people actually had them. So, when I can snap a photo with my cell phone and send it to someone all within about 5-10 seconds, it still feels like something pretty close to a miracle to me.

But I digress......again.....

Soon after he got the first picture, he asked, "Where's Spartacus?"

(If you don't know what JJ was talking about, go back and read Playing with Spartacus. You'll see a photo of Spartacus there, too.)

After teasing him for awhile I finally snapped a pic of Spartacus, but that wasn't enough for him.  No. He wanted to see Spartacus...uh.....more engaged with me. I slid it in me just a little bit and snapped and sent another pic.

"More," he wrote.

So, I pushed it all the way inside me and turned it on, and took another pic.

Now, I have trouble playing and manipulating the phone camera with one hand anyway, but when I'm in a state of arousal, it's very difficult.

I hit "send" to send him the pic, thinking I'd have a few seconds, maybe even a minute to play while I waited for his response, but within 10 seconds the phone rang with his Face Time request.

For those of you without iPhones, Face Time is video calling. Video calling also possible on Yahoo Messenger and a bunch of other programs, but FaceTime is easier because you don't have to open an app.

I accepted his request and there he was, my handsome JJ smiling at me, telling me to show him.  I put the phone on speaker, re-positioned the phone so he could see well, and....mmm.....let him talk me to pleasure while Spartacus worked his magic.

Then it was his turn.  He flipped to the rear camera on his phone and I was filled with an almost irresistible desire to lick my screen as he did what I wished I were there to do for him.

We chatted a little while more, and then it was time to go.

As I cleaned up before my boys came home, I remembered how phone sex went in the old days.  It was great, but Face Time is like supercharged phone sex.

Thank God for technology!

Dreaming of You

I'm laying in bed in the middle of the day,  eyes closed, thinking of you. As I remember your smile, your eyes, and your presence, I relax. I imagine reaching out to you and touching your shoulders, leaning closer to you - close enough to breathe your scent in deeply. I relax even more, imagining your arms slipping around me.

I help you take off your shirt. You pull off my blouse and unhook my bra quickly. My nipples harden instantly when they touch your chest. I try not to let my gasp become audible, but it's no use. You smile and kiss me.

I breathe you in- inhaling as you exhale, exhaling as you inhale. Needing you. Wanting you.

I feel your hand sliding between my legs, and I slide my hand between my legs as I lay on my bed. I imagine that moment when you first touch my clit and I touch myself, releasing the spark of electricity that had been building up. I gasp into your mouth, and you begin to circle my clit with your finger.

I hold onto you with one hand to steady myself. With the other, I fumble with your pants until I can reach in to feel your cock. A growl escapes from me when I realize that you're rock hard. Now I don't just want you; I crave you. I have to have you. I need you.

I've pushed off the covers now and spread my legs, rubbing my clit harder and pinching a nipple with my other hand.

In my imaginary encounter with you, I'm starting to get close to orgasm. I try to break from our kiss to beg you to fuck me, but you grab the hair on the back of my head and force me back to your mouth. I moan, both in protest and pleasure. As I start to shake, I'm begging you as we kiss, moaning into your mouth. You tighten your grip on my hair, making me squeal, taking my attention away from my pussy for a second, long enough to push that orgasm back for a few more seconds.

But here in my room,  on my bed, I have already come once and my hand is drenched with my own juices. But I don't stop, I want more.

In my mind, you pull your hand away from my pussy. I try to object but the sharp pain of your hand pulling my hair roughly as you pull me across the room distracts me.  You put your hand on the back of my neck and bend me over the desk. I feel you pulling off my pants and panties just before you kick my legs apart.

I comply, not even trying to stand up or resist you. I hear you undressing the rest of the way behind me and I grab onto the edges of the desk, knowing what you're about to do.

But you stop. You slide your hands up and down my back very slowly as you rub your hardness against me. I can feel my wetness literally dripping down my inner thigh as your cock becomes drenched.

I feel the tip against me, just positioned there. Then you stop again. You tell me to back onto you. I press back, taking you inside me. I exhale an audible groan of....pleasure? No, relief....relief that you've finally given me what I need.

Then you tell me to move. Just one word, move. I know what you want and I start moving forward and back taking your cock in and then moving off it, not completely, but just until only the head is inside. Then I press back again. I keep moving at a steady pace while you stand still behind me. I wonder if I'm pleasing you, and then **SLAP**. You bring your hand down hard on my ass, making me  jump and squeal.

You sternly tell me to fuck you harder, to show you that I'm your slut.  I nod my head yes and start moving faster. Within 30 seconds I start to come. I ask your permission and try to wait for you. I bite my lip. I ask again, still fucking you. Then I start begging, shaking , knowing I can't wait.

I hear you laugh when I start telling you that I'm sorry. I come hard, almost against my will, but as soon as I do, before I'm done, you pull out. I scream in protest and start to stand, but you roughly push me down again.

Before I can look back at you I feel you driving your hard cock into my ass. Mmmmm... I relax and let my body feel you, breathing deeply to minimize the pain, trying not to pull away, knowing you want me to accept you however you want to take me. I feel the orgasm still rippling through my body as you grab my hips and pull me back onto you as you thrust harder and harder. I grip the desk, loving the feel of the way you are using me, violating me so hard now that you're lifting my feet slightly off the ground with each thrust.

You finally drive deep and hold. I hear you groan and I feel your cock pulsate as you come. I squeeze you, holding you inside me after you let go of my hips.

In my room, I'm coming again, imagining the feel of you, the smell of sex filling the room. I moan loudly, feeling my body tense and then relax slowly as the pleasure washes over me.

I open my eyes, alone in my room. You're gone, but I can still feel you. I drift off to sleep for a nap knowing I'll dream of you and be with you again.

A Toy for DauntlessD - The Review

Oh, that wily Kat... When she first told me about EdenFantasys offering her free toys to review I said, “Kat that sounds like a bunch of fun! Go for it!” Then shortly after I’m startled by an excited squeal, “OMG, Daunt! They got SLEEVES! You can do it, TOO!”

“Um, Kat, I’m confused... Sleeves? I can do what, too?”

“They got toys for men too! These sleeve things for.... um... well you know... YOU GOTTA TRY ONE AND WRITE A REVIEW!”

I chuckle, “Funny Kat, you had me going there...”

“I’m serious! Oooh I know! We’ll have a poll and let our readers choose the toy for you!”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Wait a minute.... you’re serious?”

And the rest is history... I'm getting my very own masturbation sleeve. Who knew that signing on to this blog would have me, DauntlessD, reviewing adult toys for uhh... pleasuring myself. However after thinking about it, Kat was game, so why shouldn’t I be? It’s tit-for-kat err tat.

Our readers chose me a Grip-n-Stroke, and it is rather interesting looking.

The inside of it is textured and the area where the head of my manhood would be had what appeared to be little beads. Hmm, I thought to myself, this thing might feel pretty darn good.

Turning it over both Kat and I were a bit skeptical. Size-wise for a man I am quite typical, but the opening of the sleeve was about the diameter of a penny, a Sharpie felt tip pen would almost fill the opening! I am sure the women in my life are quite thankful that length and girth of my member are much larger than a Sharpie, but how is this thing going to work? How am I going to fit?

I take the toy home. Finally I get some quiet time and access the spank-bank recesses of my mind... hmmm our lovely Kat... or maybe Cara... or maybe Kat and Cara... yeah... Fully lubed and erect I’m ready to test and...

It was hard to slip the sleeve on. At first it just seemed I was too large. The crazy Grip-n-Stroke toy seemed to be fighting me then pop, just like that I slipped in. Kat and Cara, stroke... Stroke, stroke, Cara and Kat. Oh the toy was feeling nice... However I quickly discovered that long strokes didn’t work! The head of my cock popped out the other end, and that end when not stretched is about the size of a Bic pen! Ouch!

Ok Daunt, shorter strokes, maybe that will work. Kat and Cara, stroke... Stroke, stroke, Cara and Kat. And work it did. The beaded interior rubbing against the head of my manhood was a unique feeling and it felt tight all around. And that same constriction did something unique of it’s own. When I achieved lift-off, I’m lucky I didn’t punch a hole in something. My cum shot out like it was being propelled by gunpowder.

Although I enjoyed testing the Grip-n-Stroke, in the end I decided the device wasn’t for me. It was a bit too tight, but for you guys that like that feeling give it a try; just remember to use plenty of lube. Also any size man can use it. The material this thing is made out of is amazing, it stretches like you wouldn’t believe -- I actually was able to use it as a can cooler on a beer can.

Thanks again to the folks at EdenFantasys. Be sure to check out all the sex toys they offer, I'm sure you and your honey will find something fun.

A Toy for DauntlessD - We Need Your Help!

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Alone

I'm laying in bed thinking about you. It's late. The room is warm, but a cool breeze wisps over me from the ceiling fan, making my nipples hard. Is it the breeze or the thoughts of you? It doesn't matter. Both are refreshing and welcome in the quiet solitude of the night.

It's dark in the room and my eyes are closed, but all of my other senses are sharp. I'm more and more aware of my body as I imagine your hands on my breast as you kiss my neck. That brush of air I feel must be your breath. The hum of the fan is the sound of your soft but urgent moaning as you kiss your way down my body. 

I spread my legs open for you, feeling the smooth soft sheet against my legs, reminding me of the very same sensation from our last time together. I reach my hand down between my thighs and trace a finger slowly across my labia. I can feel the dampness. I slide a finger between my lips and over my clit, imagining that it's your tongue. You tease me with soft, slow licks at first. I tilt my hips slightly, reaching for you, trying to press my pussy harder against your tongue, wanting more. 

Your tongue moves faster, flicking my clit  rhythmically, harder. I kick the sheet off my legs so I can pull my knees up a little to open wider for you. 

My other hand pinches one of my nipples, then the other, finding the most sensitive one and then focusing on that one, as I'd be doing if you were really here working your oral magic on my pussy.  

I start to feel the beginning charges of an orgasm rising. The dampness between my legs is now a full wetness. I can smell my sex. I remember your scent and the blend of our scents together. It's intoxicating, almost making me forget that I want to cum with you inside me. You know that's my favorite way to cum - surrendering to you as your cock impales me. 

I force myself to pull my hand from my pussy and grab the vibrator in the nightstand drawer next to me. I pull my knees back further and slide it inside me. For a moment I lose my focus and I'm aware that I'm nude on my bed fucking myself with this vibrator, but it only takes a second for my mind to pull you back to me. I imagine you on top of me and I wrap my legs around you as you fuck me.  I feel your hard cock inside me and I can feel your strong chest and shoulders over me. I can see the intensity and desire on your face through the darkness. 

I turn the vibrator on as I start to cum, pumping it in and out quickly, just as you pump me hard and fast when you feel my cunt tightening around you. 

I feel you leaning down to kiss me as I release, and as you release into me. I can taste you. I can feel your tongue in my mouth as I shake with pleasure. 

I pull the vibe out and for a moment I'm alone in the dark again, physically satisfied, but alone. I turn onto my side and imagine I'm curling up next you, your arms around me, your skin against my skin down the length of our bodies. I brush my hair away from my face the way you do. 

I imagine your kiss again, and I drift off to sleep  - not alone, but with you.

Dinner with Kat, Beth and JJ....but I Was Late

Cara decided to write her own version of the evening out with Kat, Beth and JJ ........

I never heard Beth knocking at the front door, even though she later told me she had spent 5 minutes there knocking, ringing the door bell, and even calling my cell phone.  It had been a long day of working in the yard.  I really wanted a hot shower. I knew I had to clean the sweat from my body and get the dirt out from under my nails. Kat had told me about JJ, how hot he was, and I wanted to make a good impression. I knew he had seen me before, my breasts, in the pics you have all seen, and Kat had said how much he liked them. There is something delicious about knowing how a man is attracted to you, knowing how you look, but knowing  the night was going to be nothing more than talk-hopefully with some hot sex talk though.

Oh, back to why I was late. I have learned the shower is the perfect opportunity for alone time. There is something about the hot water hitting my body. The lather of the soap when I wash my breasts, my arms, face and well, you know. But this time, there was something else. I haven't told too many people about this, but when I brush the tips of my fingers with a small brush I have, to help clean under my nails, it sends a shiver through me. I would like to say it sends it up my spine, but that wouldn't be the truth. It goes straight to my pussy. Its an unbelievable feeling. One I very easily get lost in.

My nipples were already hard from when I lathered them. But, when those shivers started I knew I had to do something. It would be just to hard to keep my thoughts on conversation knowing I wet I had been earlier. The first couple of times my finger rubbed against my outer lips I tried to keep my eyes open. But I couldn't. I had to close them, to imagine my own lover putting a finger in me, against my clit, rubbing gently, lovingly. I know where I like to be touched and I am not afraid to glide my lovers finger to just the right spot. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub. I wanted to rub my clit and I wanted to make sure at least two fingers could hit it. My free hand, well I used that to pinch my left nipple. I learned that is a must when my clit is touched. It is an unbelievable feeling. Well, now you know why I never heard Beth.

It turns out I forgot to lock my back door. Beth was able to find her way in my bathroom and when I opened up my eyes she was staring at me through my clear shower curtain. I had to laugh, what else could I do. She had a gorgeous smile on her face. I have a feeling watching me made her night a very long one. She didn't ask me who I was thinking about. But she did ask if I needed to finish. I said no, her timing just happened to be perfect.

Beth threw me a towel and I dried off. I asked her to pick me out a pair of panties and she went to my drawer. She threw my a black lace thong, always, her taste perfectly matched my mood. Perfectly. I had already picked out a shirt, one that would show off the girls. My pushup bra made them even more noticeable, as Beth pointed out. Good, I thought. I knew I had to do that. I finished off my outfit with blue jeans and my red fuck me heels. When I wear those it strikes me that men really do pay attention to good fashion.

By the time I got ready we were a little late. But, a little quick driving got us to the theater just in time to walk in with Kat. As always, Kat was looking quite gorgeous herself. I liked the black blouse she was wearing.  Kat doesn't always like to show off her girls, but tonight was different. I'm glad she was. Hers aren't as big as mine, but they are quite delicious when she shows them off. No doubt she wanted to give JJ something to think about when she saw him at dinner.

I asked Kat if she was looking forward to dinner. She said not really for dinner, but dessert was something different. I should have asked her then what she was thinking, but I guess as it turns out the later surprise made the evening even better. When we sat down Kat whispered to me how gorgeous I looked. I wanted to say, "I know", but all that came out was a polite thank you. I wanted to tell her about my shower, but before I could she whispered in my ear about horny she was. I knew I should probably wait to tell her my story. After all, she already had sex on her mind and had to make it through a two hour movie. I asked her what she was thinking about and she let out a small laugh. She asked, "ever give a hand job in a theater?" I laughed, "no." "I have", she said. I laughed. But I knew how I had to ask her more about that later. The thought had made me wet. I mean, how often are you watching a boring movie and your thoughts are on sex anyway. A theatre is dark, the seats are close. I'm fairly certain I could be pleasured in my seat and am also quite certain I could pleasure another. Oh, we did see a movie. It was really funny. 

To be continued....

After Hours in the Office

It’s after hours in the office and everyone is finally gone.  I’m alone. I turn on some soft and relaxing music and settle into my chair to use the quiet time to get some work done before I go home for the evening.

I try to work, but I’m distracted. My mind wanders to thoughts of his strong hands on me, his arms around me, his deep probing kisses.

I squirm a little and try to refocus. I succeed for about 10 minutes until the sound of the air conditioning fan coming on in the office reminds me of the sound of the air conditioner kicking on in the hotel room where I last spent time with him.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly.  I shake my head as if that will shake off the images of his naked body in front of me just before I took his hard cock into my mouth. It doesn’t.

I look at my phone on the desk and consider trying to resist re-reading the messages he sent me earlier in the day - the ones telling me how much he wants me, how much he needs to be with me, what he wants to do with me when we are together again. I read through them once, then again. I feel a little twitch in my pussy, and I can feel my own wetness.

I sigh longingly and reach up to slide my hands over my breasts.  I can feel my nipples harden through my blouse and my bra, and the sensation of my hands brushing them sends a shudder through my body. I imagine that I’m being touched by his hands.

I decide not to fight it any more.  I stand up and slip off my panties, and reach into my purse to pull out my little pocket vibrator. I unbutton my blouse as I sit back down and unhook my front-hook bra, opening it and freeing my breasts. I turn on the little vibe and rub the head over one of my nipples, then the other, and back again. I tease myself like that because I know that’s what he would do.  He would make me wait until I couldn’t wait any more, until I begged him to touch me where I needed to be touched.

When I think I can’t take it much longer, I move the vibrator down between my legs. As I circle my clit with it slowly, I sit back in my chair, tilt my head back and close my eyes, and open my knees wide apart, imagining that I’m exposing myself for him.

My right hand presses the vibe against my clit a little harder, moving it slowly back and forth like I like it, and my left hand reaches up to pinch my left nipple. Lightly at first.  Then harder. My hips start rocking forward and back.  I imagine the vibe is his finger - no, his tongue - and a needful moan escapes my mouth. I press harder. My hips start to shake as I feel myself ready to cum.  I pinch my nipple even harder, grind the vibe forcefully against my throbbing clit, and moan loudly. My orgasm comes in waves. I release the pressure on the vibe just a little as each ripple of pleasure shoots from my clit up my back.

I call out his name like I would if I were surrendering to him fully.  I see him in my mind smiling at me, enjoying my pleasure, watching me shudder.

As the tide of pleasure recedes, I turn off the little vibe and bring it to my lips, licking and sucking on it like he would have me suck on his fingers, cleaning it completely.  I taste my juices like I taste them on his fingers or his in his kiss.

I open my eyes, and reality is back. My chair is wet with my cum.  So is my hand.  I reach for some tissue and hastily and sloppily clean up. I have a bottle of water on the desk that I use to rinse off the vibe, pouring the water on it over the wastebasket, drying it with my skirt, and tossing it back into my purse. I grab my panties and put them on. My knees feel weak as I stand to slide them over my hips. I turn and look at my chair and groan, wondering how I can get that clean and if it will show a stain tomorrow. I fasten my bra and button my blouse as I head to the janitorial closet to find something to use on that chair.

While I’m cleaning, I start thinking of him again.  When will I hear from him?  When will I see him? When will I share his bed? I feel my pussy twitch again, but this time I firmly say, “No!” out loud, as if I were chastising a naughty child. That makes me smile and shake my head.

I look at the clock, and it’s time to go home and prepare dinner for my family. I grab my phone and my purse and head to the restroom to wash my hands and make sure every button is fastened and that every hair is in place. When I see my face in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize that woman.  The glow on her cheeks and the satisfied look in her eyes are not what I typically see in the mirror before I head home after a long day at work.

As I lock the door of the office behind me, my phone vibrates briefly, indicating a message.  I read it as I walk to my car.  I smile. I knew he was thinking of me, too.

Secrets About DauntlessD

DauntlessD went away on a weekend fishing trip with the guys and he wouldn't let me come along. Apparently, having a penis is a pre-requisite for a fishing trip. So, in retaliation, I'm posting some of his secrets. He has no cell access and very limited internet access where he is, so he won't be able to do anything about it until he's back next week. Even if he takes this post down as soon as he's back in town, the dirt will still be out there for several days.

The moral of the story? Be nice to this pussy Kat or you'll pay. ;-)

Secret #1: As a young teen, Dauntless used to masturbate while watching videos of the Solid Gold Dancers. Yes, he shared this in his recent TMI post, but I wanted to repeat it just in case anyone missed it.

Secret #2: He's an insufferably nice guy. Seriously. Nice. Too nice.

Secret #3: He calls his boxers, "Man Panties."

Secret #4: He also authors a political blog (sorry, I can't tell you which one, but it's quite good).

Yeah, I know. I'm still laughing at Secret #3, too. LOL.

Secret #5: He acts all cool and suave around here, but he's really a geek (computer geek, gadget geek, etc.). Oh, he's a hot looking geek, but a geek nonetheless.

Secret #6: Dauntless has three AM profiles - the nice guy, the bad boy, and the kinky Master. Yes, he's all three of those in real life, too, but the nice guy is the front man most of the time. But when that bad boy shows up....mmmm.

Ok, I'll stop there. I've saved the most embarrassing secrets for another day. I can't use up all my ammunition at once, can I? ;-)

Late TMI Tuesday - Getting to Know DauntlessD

This is a little late inspired upon reading Kat and Will's answers.
-DauntlessD

1. What is your online profile name and what does it mean?
My profile name stems from my Ashley Madison account. When I first signed up on AM it was half professional and half personal curiosity. I was at work hunkered down and covertly surfing on the AM site. I was nervous and looking over my shoulder, I was at work after all, and this affected my mood. I chose a handle of “quietnobody”. Shortly after found the Ashley Me Blog. I sent an email to the notorious Riff Dog and right away he said, “quietnobody?! Dude that’s the first thing that’s got to go.” So after some reflection in a less jittery state, I worked on thinking up something that fit my personality while at the same time might be appealing and a bit mysterious to women. “DauntlessDreamer” is what I came up with and I liked the contrast of the words. Since it is kind of long I shortened it for the blog and twitter to DauntlessD.
2. How did you decide on the title of your blog?
I didn’t the lovely Kat did and gave me permission to irritate you all.

3. How much of your online personality transcends into your real life? What’s the biggest difference between the two?
I was largely prompted to participate in TMI Tuesday upon reading Will’s answers, I found my self relating to him and enjoying his honest answers. Like him the anonymity allows me to show a side of my personality that only you all get to see. The majority of the time you see me raw and unvarnished. However there are times I find myself wanting to hide the more vulnerable side of me that I fear make me look weak or wimpy; for example the Plate of Cookies Mentality post made me feel that way.

4. What have you stumbled across through reading blogs that really made you want to try it out? Have you done it yet? Was it a good, bad or so so experience? BDSM or more likely the Master/sub type relationship. Years ago, when the wave of the Internet was first starting I met an attractive woman via Internet Relay Chat. She was open about her relationship with her Master/Husband. The contrast between this couple was stark, she was a cute little blond thing and he looked like a giant Saddam Hussein. I found the description of their relationship very intriguing and appealing.

More recently this curiosity was rekindled anew upon meeting Kat. However this style of relationship very much cuts across the grain of how I was raised to treat others -- especially women -- and I question whether I can lower my inhibitions enough to engage. So no, I haven’t experienced it yet, but I am interested.

And now, in honor of May is Masturbation Month… 5. After you masturbate, do you taste your cum? Do you like the taste of you?
No I’ve never tasted my cum post masturbation. I have tasted it in a diluted form when kissing a lover. Hmmm suddenly I’m wondering if I’m more prudish than I realize...

6. Do you like to masturbate in front of someone else? Does that heighten your arousal or are you indifferent?
I masturbated in front of my wife once at her request, she wanted to see how and where I touched myself. This was the only time I have done this and it felt a bit awkward, but I think she enjoyed it. Sex with my wife is always rather inhibited.

7. Have you ever been caught masturbating? By whom?
Not really... well maybe... Of course there have been close calls, young men keep that part of their life pretty busy. Once when I thought I was home alone when I was 13 or 14, I was on the couch working my tool. I got up and walked across the open doorway penis leading the way to the TV. I wanted to rewind the tape of the Solid Gold Dancers I was using for visual enhancement. Shortly thereafter I realized my father was home and I’m pretty sure he saw me, but he never said a word. Good god, did I just make this story public?

TMI Tuesday - Getting to Know Kat

Cara has been after me to jump in and play TMI Tuesday for some time now, but I have resisted. Why? I don't know, really. Maybe I was waiting for an engraved invitation? In any event, here I am...and here we go.....

Getting to Know You…
1. What is your online profile name and what does it mean?
I have several online profile names. ShackledKat has two meanings. The shackled part relates to the fact that I'm married. It also gives a nod to my interest in bondage and Dom/sub play. Kat is actually my middle name, or a variation of it anyway. As for my other online profile names, I don't share them here. I was ShackledKat on AM for a very short while. I use another name there now, but my profile on AM is not active right now. My other online profiles are all related to my real life, so if I told you, I'd have to kill you.


2. How did you decide on the title of your blog?
Cats prowl. Kat prowls. And I hoped to connect with other prowlers like me, hence the name Prowling with Kat. That's pretty simple, huh? Sorry. I probably should have made up something really intellectual or philosophical, like Will's answer.


3. How much of your online personality transcends into your real life? What’s the biggest difference between the two?
Kat is very much me. However, there is a lot of me that is not Kat. The way I put it most often is that I'm definitely Kat in the bedroom, but I'm (insert my real name here) in the rest of my life - in business, with family, with friends.


4. What have you stumbled across through reading blogs that really made you want to try it out? Have you done it yet? Was it a good, bad or so so experience?
There really isn't much I haven't tried, most of it before I ever read a sex blog. I've participated in threesomes, but I'm really interested in Adam's Threesome with Allie and Alan, but with a small variation. I'd love to play with wifey while hubby watched, and then have him join in. Mmmm....never had it go quite like that before.


5. After you masturbate, do you taste your cum? Do you like the taste of you?
Sometimes I do. It just depends on my mood. If I'm masturbating on camera for my web cam buddy, of course I do! And yes, I do like the taste of me, as a matter of fact.


6. Do you like to masturbate in front of someone else? Does that heighten your arousal or are you indifferent?
I absolutely love to masturbate in front of someone else. Web cam buddy can attest to that. ;-) I think it definitely heightens arousal for me. It's a turn on to know that someone is watching and that it's turning him on, too. Dang, I'm getting hot just thinking about it.


7. Have you ever been caught masturbating? By whom?
No. I haven't been caught, at least not unless I wanted to be caught, if you know what I mean. I had a close call when I was a teenager once. I was spending the night at a friend's house and she and I were sleeping out in her parents' RV in the driveway, just for fun. I guess I was really goin' at it because all of a sudden she said, "What are you doing over there? You're making the whole RV shake!" I said, "Oh, sorry. I have an itch....I was just scratching." The lie came out very smoothly, even then. I guess I'm just a natural at it. The next question should be, "Kat, did you stop when your friend became suspicious?" Hell no! I went for it full force, not worrying about the shaking because now I knew she'd think I was scratching. I explained it the next day by saying that I must have been allergic to their laundry soap because that sheet made me itchy all night. See what I mean? Smooth.

Four Inches of Pure Happiness

No, I'm not talking about a tiny dick (although you can read my opinion about cock size in the post, Does Size Matter?). I'm referring to a little pocket-sized vibrator I received recently for review. I thought I'd share the details of my experience - including all about my test session - with you, my prowler buddies.

I got a package in the mail at work about two weeks ago.  One of my employees came in and handed it to me. "A package just arrived for you," he said.  I tried to respond as casually as I could, "Thanks.  Just put it on my desk.  I'll get to it in a bit." I waited until he left to look at it. Just as I was told, the packaging was very discreet, nondescript.  There was no evidence at all that it was a lovely little sex toy from Eden Fantasys.  I left the box on my desk until the end of the day when everyone was gone.  Then I opened it.

Inside was another little box labeled, "Rocket & Lubricant 4-Way Pleasure Kit."  My, my, my!  Now that's a box just begging to be opened, isn't it?   Inside was a little 4" pocket rocket vibrator with 4 interchangeable heads (nubbed, noduled, studded, and smooth) so you can change the texture of the business end to match your mood (or need). The kit also came with some lubricant that I found totally unnecessary, but it's never a bad thing to have some extra lube around, is it? For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, pocket rockets are little vibrators that can fit in your pocket, as the name implies.  They are not typically intended for insertion, but for clitoral stimulation, although you can use it however you'd like, I suppose.

I immediately tried to turn it on, only to be disappointed to learn that I needed a AA battery. I was alone, webcam ready, horny.....and not a gosh darn AA battery to be found in my office.  That's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it?  So, I shot a quick IM to DauntlessD to tell him the goodie had arrived.  I snapped a picture to send to him, and he teased me about not being prepared with a battery.

I brought it with me when I met Dauntless for lunch a few days later.  Yes, I had located a battery by then. I had been too busy to actually stop and buy batteries, but I stole one from another piece of equipment.  I won't tell you where I took it from, but let me just say that it is a piece of medical equipment....stealing a battery from it demonstrates exactly how severe my need to cum is. Anyway, I'm not a shy gal, so I pulled the little vibe out of my purse and passed it across the table to Dauntless. He was surprised like I was about how little it really was.  Four inches really is small, ya know. And I'm talking about 4" using a standard ruler to measure, not the funky ruler that some of you guys must use to measure yourselves and report sizes of 6" - 9".  But I digress......

Then Daunt turned it on and we both were a bit startled at how loud it was.  It wasn't like an airplane engine or anything like that, but it certainly isn't something you can use in a public place without folks knowing exactly what you're doing (I know, that can be fun, too, sometimes).

We also noticed that it only has one speed, and it felt like it would be pretty intense.  I have always preferred vibes with variable speeds. The interchangeable heads looked like they could be fun. One of the downsides, though was that the same switch for turning it on and off is the switch for opening the battery compartment, so if you turn it too far when you're turning it off, it pops open.  That's not good, but it would be a minor inconvenience, at worst. Yes, there we sat at a table in a restaurant, playing with a little pocket vibe, passing it back and forth, talking about it openly, not particularly caring about the shocked reaction of the old folks at the next table.

I carried the little guy (yes, vibrators are male in my mind) around in my purse for a long time.  Too long, but work was crazy and I couldn't find time to evaluate it properly.  When I did find the time, I was very, very pleased.

My first test was in my car.  I was traveling for work and I was between meetings, so I drove out of the town I was in on a country road and found a nice, secluded, shady spot to park. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slipped my panties off.  Then I unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse and unhooked my bra so I could easily expose my nipples. I readjusted my seat back to a reclining position and put one foot up on the dash.

I decided to try the studded head first.  Why not go for the gusto? What was the worst thing that could happen? I turned the noisy little thing on and started rubbing the head across one of my nipples.  Nice.  Then the other.  Very nice. Hmmm....I could get used to this.

Then it was time for the real test.  I traced it down my belly and between my legs and just kind of experimented with the different sensations of sliding it across my inner thighs, around my pussy lips....

I slowly slid it over my clit and WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It hit "the spot" and sent a hard jolt of pleasure through me that made me drop the vibe on the floor of the car and sit straight up.  Holy shit! What was that?

I picked up the vibe and decided to try again, knowing what to expect this time.  It took me about 15 seconds to find just the right spot.  When I did, I applied just a little pressure and held it there. That jolt I had felt a minute before came back, but this time I didn't let go of the vibe; I just held it there and relaxed into it. Within 10 seconds, my hips were starting to shake and I was having trouble holding the vibe still on the right spot (but I managed, of course).  Note to self:  Try this with someone else holding it. Within 20 seconds, I was moaning and squirming. At about 30 seconds, I was pressing it harder against my clit and cuming hard - head back, shuddering, screaming like I do.

Soon, it just got too intense and I pulled it away from my clit and rode out the rest of the orgasm as I moved it around my clit in little circular movements. When the last little bit of shuddering was finished, I pulled the little vibe up where I could see it and looked at it. It was pretty wet.  So was my hand....and the seat of my car. It's a good thing that it's "water resistant," I thought, smiling to myself.

I used my panties to clean myself up as best I could, and went about the rest of my day visiting clients without any panties on. I had enough residual dampness that I avoided sitting down at meetings, lest the back of my skirt give away how wet I still was.

On the way home, I pulled over about halfway and tried one of the other interchangeable heads - nubbed, this time. O.M.G! It was just as amazing as the first time, although I think I prefer the studded head slightly more.  O.k., the first time wasn't just a fluke because I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Good to know.

While I'm thinking about it, here are a few things I want to pass on about this little goodie:

1. I didn't even notice the noise when the toy was...uh..."in service."
2. I had no trouble with it popping open when I turned it off, although I'll admit I was being careful.
3. Even though it only has one speed, that speed and intensity level was apparently just right for me.
4. I think I need two of these little babies - one for my clit, and one to rub on my nipples at the same time. Mmmm......

You can find this little goodie and other sex toys at  http://www.edenfantasys.com/. By the way, this little pocket rocket sells for $9.99.

In case you're wondering, I did not receive any payment for writing these nice things about my new little toy and I don't get a commission if they sell any; however, Eden Fantasys did send me the little guy for free to test.

And I'm keeping this four inches of pure happiness for myself.

TSA Foreplay at the Airport

I really don’t enjoy traveling by air.  I was going to say that I hate it, but that’s a little strong. It used to be much easier than it is now, especially for business travelers like me.  I used to be able to just throw my computer case on the little screening belt and walk right through. Now, I have to take my computer out of its case, take off my shoes and a bunch of other clothes and jewelry, put it all on the belt, and go through the screening. Often, I get diverted to the little pat down zone – you know, that little see-through plexiglass box where you wait like a hamster in a cage for someone to come and search you. I try to keep track of my computer and other belongings, but I always seem to lose sight of them (what happened to that rule about staying with your luggage at all times?).

Anyway, I think the new pat down rules are very interesting. Some people think they are too invasive, but I say, “Bring it on!”

Here’s the deal: Something happens, hormonally speaking, to peri-menopausal women (for you guys who have no idea what that means, I’m talking about women in their 40’s, prior to menopause). Many, although apparently not all of us, are struck with a heightened libido, and I’m not just talking about “Oh, honey, I think I might like some sex this week.” I’m talking about the kind of horn dog need for sex that is more common among 18 – 25 year old men. A stiff breeze makes our nipples hard and an accidental random bump into a stranger in a crowded airport or mall makes us wet. Any activity intentionally designed to excite us….well, that just turns us into prowling, purring, and begging cats.

Enough for the background information…..

The last time I went to the airport, I got plenty of foreplay from the jostling crowd long before I hit the security line.  By then I was a little flushed. I went through the normal routine of putting my stuff on the conveyer belt.  I took off more clothes than they require, but what the hell, ya know?  Normally, I hope to avoid the hamster cage and the pat down, just because it takes time, but this time I was lubed and ready for it.

I took the position in the hamster cage, spread my legs a little wider than directed and put my arms out at my sides. The screener started down at my knees because I was wearing a skirt (I’m no dummy).  Her hands ran up my left leg first – inside and outside of my thigh – pulling up my skirt a bit as she moved.  Yes, just like you may have heard on the news, she then actually cupped my pussy with her hand briefly before moving to the right thigh and down. It made me shudder a bit. If she hadn’t been wearing those gloves she would have noticed how moist my panties were. I thought to myself, “Next time, no panties.”

The she moved up, patted my arms, shoulders, and my collarbone area, before moving to my breasts.  She ran her hands under my breasts and pulled her hands away briefly, a bit surprised.  I caught her eye and smiled.  That’s right, honey. No bra.  Do you really think I would let a bra interfere with a perfectly good opportunity to be felt up? She smiled back and then went back to work.  I’d like to think she took a little extra time around my breasts, but that might just have been wishful thinking, although I don’t think that little nipple pinch was my imagination at all. That was all it took.  Now I was worked up.

She dismissed me and I went to gather my belongings.  It’s not easy to re-assemble everything when you’re so distracted, but I managed. I started heading toward my gate, but after a few accidental bumps and a couple smiles from some extraordinarily good looking men, and I made a turn straight for the ladies room.

I almost ran into a free stall. I turned around and leaned my back against the door, pulled up my skirt and slid my hand into my soaking wet panties. I sighed deeply when my index finger first touched my swollen clit. I was trying not to make any noise, but I know I let out a soft moan as I started rubbing myself, feeling relief coming quickly. I untucked my blouse and reached my left hand up to pinch one of my nipples. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the sensations, imagining I was with J (see The Best Sex of My Life) and my finger down there was his tongue.

In about 30 seconds, my hips and thighs started shaking involuntarily like they do just before I cum. I immediately regretted the decision to lean against the stall door because my shaking was causing the door to rattle, but there was no way I was stopping now. I pinched my nipple as hard as I could and slid two fingers deep inside my cunt as I kept rubbing my clit with my thumb.

I came with a shudder.  I bit my lip to try not to make any noise, and I focused on the amazing sensation shooting through my body, like electricity, up my back and through all my extremities. I felt my cunt grip my fingers and I held them there until the pressure released.

Afterwards, I went to grab some toilet paper to clean up, but the dispenser was completely empty. Just my luck. I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking off as much excess juice as I could before wiping them on the underside of my skirt. A more immediate problem, though, was the wetness dripping down my thighs.  I grabbed one of those paper toilet seat covers and mopped up as much as I could but it really just moved it around because those things are not made to be absorbent. I grabbed my bags, rushed out of the stall, washed my hands quickly, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was definitely flushed, so I splashed some water on my face, quickly patted it dry with a paper towel, and headed out.

As I left the restroom, I heard the boarding announcement for my flight and I quickened my step toward my gate, very aware of my wet panties and the dampness between my thighs.

What a nice way to begin a business trip, don’t you think?