Bondage

I love being tied, roped, cuffed and harnessed.

To say there is freedom in bondage may seem counter-intuitive to some, but it is absolutely true for me. I never feel any safer, any more cherished, any prettier or any more confident in my body than when I am in bondage.

When being tied, the rope is always soft and beautifully dyed. A person who has invested time and energy in learning this art form has chosen a specific pattern to use, usually to showcase my body in a specific manner. And even when it is other than my Dom tying me, the feeling of trust and safety is there, knowing the person has been well vetted and I can trust there will be fast release knots where needed, that circulation will be checked regularly, and that I will never be left alone once tied.

Feeling confident in my body when tied or harnessed is such a gift, and not a common thing for me. I have always worn leg braces, orthopedic shoes and walked with forearm crutches or been in a wheelchair. That isn't to say I don't look attractive when I go out, but I have always yearned for that totally pulled together package of high boots and a short skirt, or sexy, strapped high heels with a classy black dress, and those aren't in the cards for me this time around.

But when I am naked and bound, the world is an even playing field. Scars become ornamentation, almost enhancements to the rope or leather. Through careful arrangement, my breasts are back up where they were 10 years ago, and the patterns of ties or straps down my abdomen work better than any girdle to give me a flat bellied look. No walking is required, I will be placed where my Dom or Domme wants me to be. And I feel beautiful.

Like all of BDSM, bondage is a built-up of layers, with communication leading to trust that leads to exploration and joy.

Knowing how much I enjoy bondage, when Bill saw something on one of his morning blogs about harnesses going mainstream, he forwarded it to me. Sure enough, the Fall 2012 collection by Hervé Léger is bondage wear over more traditional clothing.

I think Bill may have been leaning toward making the point that I won't really need new clothing when what I have will hardly be noticed once he puts my bondage gear over the top of it. And while I'm sure he is correct to a point, I think it could put some of the more conservative locals into a swoon or maybe even a dead faint, and goodness knows how their wives would react.

However, never let it be said that I am against progress. If a man who looks like the man here would like to wear his harness gear along with his tats and bare butt out in public, I am all for it! If anyone makes him feel uncomfortable, I want him to know he can come sit or stand next to me and I'll do all I can to take his mind off his troubles.

Donna

Bon Jour

Mistress and Slave are enjoying their time on the continent with their long lost sullen teen this week, in a charming walkup apartment in one of Paris's oldest neighborhoods.  And while there is a certain lack of privacy, our daughter stunned us Sunday morning with the announcement that she was "going for a run...."

The window of opportunity would not be open for long, so we took advantage, with Slave doing his morning "devotions", and Mistress riding her cock with a frenzy that belied our struggle to adjust to the 6 hour time shift.

We spent a good part of yesterday enjoying the City in the sunshine, as Parisians and their visitors filled the narrow lanes.

I did see some interesting pastries which I thought our readers might enjoy. Noy sure how these would match up with the WC's "special occasion cock".

And Molly and her daughter, who fit in with the other Sunday shoppers in their black coats and colorful scarfs, perused some shoe and purse stores.  Mistress took this photo to share with you boot lovers:

Thanks, Donna, for keeping our readers enetertained in our absence.  If you are like us, you will find yourself pushing the boundries a bit to come up with "blogable" material. If so, you and Bill may end up with an more interesting week than you had anticipated.

Mistress is still snoozing next to me.... I note that our daughter is now awake in the other room, but watching a video with her earbuds on.... so this could be another chance for some hanky panky..

Maybe it's time to do a little nudging....

A Good Morning

I took my shower early this morning, taking great care in shaving my armpits, pussy, anal area and legs. That's quite a bit of territory to cover. I shave more of my body than not. Why? Because my Dom likes it that way. No other reason.

After finishing up in the shower, toweling off and blow drying my hair, I climbed into bed with Bill, who was still snuggled down in the covers. His body was all toasty warm and the aroma of male sleepiness hung in the air, making me horny. He opened his arms and I crawled over to bury my face in his shoulder while he gently covered us both with the blankets.

Such comfort and peace is found in resting together, one of his legs tossed over both of mine, one hand holding my head close against him and the other slowly rubbing my back, up and down, up and down. The resting slowly became something more as his calloused hand that had been rubbing my back moved to my side, and bit by bit to my front, to the breast available while the other was tucked against his body.

Instead of the up and down motion, the strokes became circles of light touch, around and around, closer and closer to the nipple, but not quite touching it...and then backing off, spiraling outward, pausing, and beginning the same course again. As each pass came closer and closer to my nipple, I wanted his touch and his mouth, but I knew to wait, to be patient, to say nothing. 

Finally, finally the palm of Bill's hand just barely rubbed the tip of my hardened nipple, and I sucked in my breath. He chuckled, then tugged my arm to begin the process of bringing me on top of his body. 

He positioned me on hands and knees over him and grabbing my breasts, pulled them toward the center line of my body and down toward his face. Adjusting his hands to push firmly on the outer sides of my breasts, he was able to get both nipples into his mouth at one time, sucking, licking and then biting, over and over. I cried out and felt my pussy spasm. He paused, allowing me to catch my breath, and began again.

I was flipped onto my back and saw that Bill was reaching into the toy cabinet. Very soon, a small vibrating wand was lubed and placed against my clit. He placed my hand around the wand, and the only words he said were, "Keep it right there." As I obeyed, Bill reached behind his back to grab a flogger and began flogging my already tender breasts and nipples.

Suddenly, the flogger was tossed onto the bed and Bill crawled closer on his knees and began to beat his penis hard against my breasts and nipples. I begged him to cum on me, to give me what was mine, to rub his warm cum into my skin. And he did.

And it was a lovely start to the day. I hope you had a good start to your day, too.

Donna

Hanging Around

Hello UCTMW Folks,

No peek-a-boo tights today, and no beautiful boots or kinky sex in River City. You have entered the Twilight Zone of the lives of a Dom and his submissive living in a log cabin deep in the woods of Western North Carolina. Here's a picture of where we live. Takes your breath away, doesn't it?


Say, have you noticed that lots of BDSM people tend to be fairly serious about exercise? I wonder if that's because we see and touch each others bodies all the time? Or maybe it has to do with sexual stamina. And while it isn't a truth for all of us, Molly and Mick are out there bicycling on a regular basis, they belong to a gym and Molly does those aerobic spin classes where people seem to enjoy racing on bikes going no where while loud music plays.

I tend to side with astronaut Buzz Aldrin, of Apollo Eagle moon landing fame, who said,"I believe that every human has a finite number of heart-beats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises."


My beloved Bill doesn't agree with that viewpoint and attends the local gym several times a week. And, of course, the fact that Bill belongs to a gym doesn't mean we don't have a fair amount of exercise equipment around the house, although it quite clearly falls into the His and Hers categories. Bill was a championship rower as a younger man, so he has a rowing machine in his library, plus all the equipment for his mountain bike riding that is kept in the garage. In our bedroom he keeps one of those rolling tummy scrunching things, free weights and those push-up grips for his early morning sit-up and push-up routine.

I, on the other hand, have brightly colored stretch bands, a yoga mat and a lovely meditation cushion. I also have something we have both recently come to enjoy, my inversion table. While originally suggested by my orthopedist who presented it as a way to increase vertebral space, I am a firm believer in finding your kinky toys and tools wherever you can, and just yesterday, this became the newest kinky addition to our household.



So yesterday, while I was hanging upside down on the thing, stretching out my spine and doing my best impression of Bat Woman, Bill wandered into the room. I suddenly had a brainstorm, perhaps from increased blood flow to the brain, and asked him whether he thought, if tipped at just the right angle, I would be able to apply my lips and tongue to a certain sensitive part of his anatomy.

I didn't hear him answer, but instead hear the sound of his zipper being lowered and felt the motion of the table slowly being repositioned from almost straight up and down to one where all I had to do was turn my head a bit to bring him into mouth reach. Perfect! And as I proceeded with that favorite activity, that thing I do so well, Bill leaned forward, used his teeth to lift my shirt to suck and nibble on my nipples. Reaching forward with his arms, he unzipped my jeans, and inched his free hand between my panties and my flesh. He knows exactly how to light my fire and wasted no time getting my juices flowing. In no time at all we were both breathing hard and fast and felt it to be quite a worthwhile expenditure of heartbeats! Wonder if Buzz would think so?

Now he is wondering whether it might be possible to put me face down on the table for a short time, presenting a perfect target of butt and back for a bit of flogging and paddling, nothing long-term mind you, but just for an exciting change of pace. I'll have to let you know how that goes.

Oh, and I have orders that from now on I will be naked when using this piece of equipment.

Senior Correspondent,
Donna