Molly and Mick Do Paris

With our sullen, world traveling teen with us, we've had to keep our erotic adventures on the back burner, but we have had a chance to surreptitiously snap a few photos with a kinkier mind set.

Mistress has had a few windows of opportunity for some "cock riding", but we have to act fast... when our daughter goes for a "jog" it' hardly a marathon.
We have gotten in a lot of walking over the last two days, with some brilliant sunshine making it perfect weather for sightseeing.

Mistress spotted the "erotic Museum" near the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre.  She teased us about wanting to visit, though our Paris Museum passes did not seem to work there.  I demurred not thinking our lovely daughter would be amused. But Mistress wandered into the lobby, taking a photo of this rather primitive "fucking machine".  I bet we have a few readers who would like to try this out.  Note the manacles on the leg.

More later..... it's off to Versailles for us.  Thanks to Donna for keeping the blog going while we are gone.

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