Sex?

So I set up a booty call with a friend because frankly, it has been a while since I have had sex. I was told to blog about it. I was also told to ask if I could cum while he was here. I did. She said no. Of course she said no. What else would she say?

So the guy came over, we relaxed a bit, we went into my room and started things off slow. He latched on to my nipples and enjoyed making me squeak. Then he petted me. Big, warm, soft hands slowly running all over me. I think I could have done just that all night, it felt so good... But other things happened. He wasn't allowed to do BDSM play, just sexual torture since he knew I wasn't supposed to cum and found it hilarious. He took up the hitachi and set to work with various fingers in me at the same time. It didn't take long before I was calling out how close I was. Finally, it didn't matter, it was happening anyways because of those damn fingers. So he shoved the hitachi back on me and made me ride it... again... and again... and again... I started begging for mercy unintelligibly. Finally, he stopped.

At that point he went to wash his hands and let me recover. I thought it odd he washed his hands but figured he was just being polite. Later I went to the bathroom and found blood. I'm not sure where I was cut or how it had been caused. I mentioned it to him and apparently the blood was why he went to wash up. Though he neglected to tell me I was bleeding! Feh.

After a while of finding his sensitive spots and talking I ended up taking hold of his balls and massaging them. Which was something he could have had done for hours, apparently. We talked some more and then he jumped me and held me down, re-applying the hitachi. It was too much, I begged for him not to. When I finally started to feel like a could cum again, he'd turn it off, wait, and then turn it back on again. By the end I was moaning and bucking and he clamped my legs together and locked them in place with his arms. His body pressed on the end of the hitachi while the business end stayed shoved into my clit. I finally came and he still wouldn't move. I fought, but he had me pinned. I was almost in tears, begging for it to stop when he finally turned it off. I was limp for a while after that one. It felt like a workout.

After that cool down my stomach was growling audibly, as was his. He offered to drive and insisted on food. We got some fast food and that's when I realized how late it had gotten. I had to work in the morning. After food, he hugged me a few times and left with a smirk, amused with himself for telling Arta that I had cum without permission.

The thing that surprised me the most was that he not once seemed inclined to push for intercourse. He had plenty of opportunity but he seemed content just to torture me. I accused him of knowing that sex would make him lose a bit of control and he was wanting to stay on top in the situation. He shrugged and said maybe but he still didn't fuck me. I've had guys too interested in themselves to give a thought on my orgasm. Considering my kink, I don't entirely mind. But I've never had a guy too interested in my orgasm to think aught of himself. It was truly one for the record books.

I do hope that one day he actually will fuck me. I like the feeling of intercourse. Who knew it'd be so hard to get? heh

New Happenings

So it should be obvious by now that things ended. We went our separate ways and I angrily had a lot of orgasms that first month. Then I died back down to my usual when my fwb moved away. So, I have severely lost count of my orgasms, not that it matters anyways.

After some searching and some failed tryouts, I have landed me a new dom. And she shall be called Arta. That's right, you heard me, she.

This will be my first time having any kind of long term relations with a girl on any level. It should be interesting.

These first two weeks with her have not been a good time for me and it's making my submission difficult. Hopefully I'll level out soon. It's not her fault. I've just been a bit off lately. And then I started my period. So during this down time, I was told to pick up my journal again and make an update. So here I am, making an update.

And now I need to finish my laundry.

Little bit

So I've been fiending for some action for a while. I'm dying to submit and being fully used up. Not that it's going to happen any time soon, it seems. This morning I spent three hours daydreaming a lovely scene with some random dom I came up with. Finally I started masturbating. Just like in most cases when this happens I intend to stop. Just like in most cases I don't have the strength of will to do so. I want to be aroused all day, I want that torturous feel of yearning and need, I want to edge myself mad. Yet, despite how much I want it, I can't do it on my own. Which seems like a lack of willpower stated in such a way. But to say it as "I can't seem to be a sub and dom myself." is kind of a "no shit, Sherlock" statement. So I don't feel as bad about it.

Small orgasm. Still haven't heard from my dom since that day. No more friend with benefits. Lots of need. That's what's happening on my end.

18/100

Being Lazy

So I've been neglecting my blog but not so much my orgasms. About two weeks ago I has one in the shower. That was a bit of a spur of the moment decision on my part. It was nice, though.

A few days after that my friends with benefits decided to try out the rope skills he had learned at the class we went to. He tied me up fairly well for a beginner and flipped me around in all sorts of ways before fucking me while I was still bound up. It was fun to watch him struggle with the mixed tide of emotions I saw in his eyes as he realized I was entirely at his mercy and was completely dependent on him to move. Ahh, beginners.

A few days after that I felt oddly horny and was remembering that nice night. So I pulled out the hitachi and stared it down like an old foe. I am happy to report that I was able to orgasm from it rather easily and it was as big as I remember them to be. That made me very happy.

In sadder news, my fwb is moving a few states away. Yesterday I saw him off and as I was saying goodbye I couldn't help but tease him. He carted me upstairs to his mostly empty room and took me on the floor, teasing me in every way he could. He made sure I got mine. It was a nice goodbye, if a sad one. But he shall be back to visit. I'm sure I'll have tales of him in the future.

Four more to add to my growing count which puts me at 17/100. The par for the end of April is 33/100. That's a 16 point difference.

In other news, today my dom finally text me. Haven't heard much of him in a few months outside of that day at the mall, have you dear readers? Well, he half assed his way through some commands. I didn't do any of them. Never had the intention to. I wanted to see how long it would take for him to respond. What he would do when he did. And if he would retain focus. The answers were: About four days; simple, vague demands; no. I'm begining to wonder if the other 83 orgasms are even worth keeping track of...

I suppose I'm not entirely blameless. I've been stubborn and naysaying a lot of his requests. I've just grown weary of pretending that what he asks is physically compatible with me, arguing against hard limits for the umpteenth time, and purposefully provoking him into anger. It's as if punishment is the only time he's involved enough to work through & finish a scene. So instead of succumbing to bad behavior for attention, I'm going to lay it all out there for the public to see. It's was he asked of me with this blog. To share all my intimate moments with strangers for that subtle feeling of being exposed and embarrassed. That can work both ways, though. Good thing he's a switch.

So, miffed and sadistically satisfied with my venting, I'm off to bed. Good night random readers.

Catching up

Wednesday night my friends with benefits came over. We always have such a good time together. Again he took me on the couch. My first orgasm came from his face between my legs. The second was his determination to rub another one out. And it succeeded. He tried another one while he was in me but that was pushing his luck and making me crazy. Abandoning that he flipped me over on my knees and took me that way. My hair was wet from the shower when we started. When we finished it was a dry, disheveled mess. But apparently it suited me, or so he said. heh

Last night I was catching up on an orgasm denial blog. He posted a challenge for the women out there. Another synchronized masturbation video that was twenty minutes long. The girl in the video came more times than I could keep track off. I was having a hard time keeping off that edge by the end of it, but I made it and according to the rules I was allowed to cum. A good thing since it only took me one second after the video stopped for it to happen.

For some reason I still find myself craving more despite the fact that I'm a bit sore from last night's vigorous rubbing. Unfortunately I have to get to work.

Doing a bit of quick math, the average for the first three months of the year is 25. I'm at 13. Only somewhat concerning. My friends with benefits might catch me up a bit but he's leaving at the end of the month. At that point, it's going to be a bit more difficult to keep caught up.

Wet

Friday morning I woke up insanely horny. After a lazy morning of staying in bed and daydreaming sexy things for an hour or so, I finally started masturbating. I almost failed at doing so considering how wet I was. I couldn't get a good grip! I have never been so soaked in my life. It ended up a very nice orgasm.

Friday night I learned how to do a whirrly bird and it was amazing. But that's off topic.

Saturday a friend came over. We hung out for a while watching TV and it got late. He was going to leave and I stood up to hug him. I teased him a little bit because that's who I am. He decided to retaliate. I have no idea how much time passed. But eventually he was behind me, holding me firmly, and had me overwhelmed with need. Pinching my nipples, pulling my hair, raking his hands over my body. He unzipped my pants and rubbed on me until I was moaning and humping the air. When I tried to move to the couch for better positioning he held me firm against him and told me I was going to cum standing up. Not entirely sure how he managed to do it, but it happened.

After that we moved to the couch. He came very close to making me cum while he was inside me, but I couldn't quite reach it. Still, a show for him since he sat still and I was the one wildly working my hips on his cock trying to obtain that which was so far out of reach.

Sunday I went to a porn shop and found libido enhancing pills for women. I don't know how well they will work but it may be a few days before I can find out. In the meantime I'm sitting happily and number 10. Possibly more to come soon since I'm also rather horny this morning. Work might kill that, though. Oh well.

Girl's Day Out

So me and my friend Anne decided to have a girl's day out. I feel I deserved it after working all the hours I have been lately. Sunday was my only day off. The night before I had been talking to my dom and when he told me I could cum that night I made a joke about him neglecting me. Little did I know, that caused him to form a plan.

Sunday morning he told me I couldn't cum unless I made Anne come. After a bit of a guilt trip I talked her into a "test drive" of the hitachi before she went to buy one. So I was good to go. But, of course, he told me I wasn't going to come for quite a while yet.

So then we went to the mall. I went with a plug in both ends and the bullet resting on my clit, the control cleverly hidden in my pocket. Anne was aware of the whole thing and was terribly amused that every time I sat down or stood up, the vibe would turn itself on. We grabbed a bite to eat and had just sat down when my dom called. The entire time we talked he had me playing with the controls and threatening great punishment if I came. I managed to keep it from happening and then we were off the the nail salon to get a pedicure.

I had a task during the pedicure. Once I was seated in the chair, every 100 seconds I was to turn the bullet up just a little bit. Now I had been terrified that someone was going to hear the buzzing in the noisy food court while sitting on those metal chairs. But inside the quiet of the nail salon? Thankfully the pumps for the foot soak was loud and so were the acrylic nail trimmers. Still, I turned on the vibration in the chair to be safe. I was blushing pretty hard by the end of the pedicure and the guy doing my feet seemed convinced it was due to his good looks.

We finally made it out and I had to brave the stairs yet again due to the elevators being down. Walking the stairs with the butt plug is... chafing, to say the least. After that, we headed home. Once inside my dom had me strip and start exercising while everything was still in/on me. The crunched made me clench around the one in my vagina. But the leg lifts forced both plugs together and squeezed my g-spot. Still, I'm out of shape and my muscles were screaming by the end of it. They're still a little sore.

The entire time Anne is filming matter for my dom and cruelly manipulating the control for the bullet. Finally my dom decided he was tired of trying to make me fail at not cumming and was going to have me punished anyways. Mostly because Anne had agreed to dish out said punishment. So it was that I was tied face down and paddled fifty times, forced to count them out loud. I stopped trying to control my orgasm at that point and started TRYing to cum. Anne noticed and would drop the speed down every time I looked too close. I lost count of how many times she edged me.

Then I was flipped over for fifty more with a flogger on the pussy and tits. Anne did he best to get the nipples with just the tips of the flogger, despite them being sore from an hour of nipple clamp torture. Finally I was done, but still with no orgasm. I felt ready to explode. But my dom finally felt like I had earned it and let me. It was... intense. I do believe orgasm number 8 was the best of the year.

So, that was my weekend. How was yours, dear readers?

You Have The Right To Remain Silent

So I was driving home Tuesday, an hour long endeavor, when I saw someone pulled over by a cop. I thought about how dark that interstate was at night and even with all those cars, nobody can see you when that happens. I thought about all the unmarked cops around this area and how easy it would be for someone to pretend to be a cop. But then I started fantasizing about a dirty cop pulling me over and doing bad things to me. I don't really have a cop thing... But it was something new to muse over for a change.

It was pretty arousing and I was very hot and bothered by the time I got home. Using only fingers I spent about thirty minutes masturbating before I got off. It was nice.

Thursday I woke up horny. I knew my dom never responds in the mornings but I tried anyways. Receiving no response I took matters in my own hands. I edged for about an hour before finally allowing an orgasm.

So that puts me at 7/100. The monthly average for 100 orgasms is 8.3 and here it is March already and I've yet to make it to that number. It'd be kinda nice if I had some tasks to do that would make me want to bust out the remainder of January and February... To catch up, I'd need to have 17 orgasms before the end of March. That's a lot for me...

Finally...

After an upsetting and disastrous evening of being unable to cum a few nights ago, I was successful today. It all started when I realized that a local fetish flea market had a booth for Locked In Steel. I ended up getting rather aroused whilst browsing their site and mooning over the female chastity belt options. Snatching up my bullet I kept it on low and browsed a few denial blogs and forums I was behind on. And hour later I was able to crank up the intensity a bit and finally manage to cum. It felt better than normal somehow, yet I know it wasn't my normal style. Maybe something's wrong with me? I'll take it slower for the next few weeks and see how things progress.

I'm 5 out of a 100. I think I'm stockpiling fairly well. It's my nature.

Double Time

Sunday I hung out with me fwb. I dropped him off at his place so he could get ready for a party that night for -uhg- football. He decided to be late. He made that decision while pulling my clothes off. He tongued me to my first orgasm, pinned me down and kept going until I built again. Then he added fingers to my anus until he could fuck me with a plug and managed to pull another orgasm out of me. I was rather impressed.

That brings me to 4, I believe.

#2

So it was 11:55pm, my dom told me I had 'till midnight to cum. Grabbed the insanely expensive KY Intense crap, my bullet, and managed with 30 seconds to spare. That makes 2 orgasms for the year. I'd say I'm doing good thus far.

Happy New Year

So we've determined that for 2011, I'm allowed to have 100 orgasms. I was given a choice between 300 or 100. I was concerned that I wouldn't accomplish 300 and 100 averages to about 8 per month. 8 a month is more than I've done in a while, so I feel my choice is fairly safe. I'll document each orgasm as it happens in this journal to keep track. Helluva start to 2011.

Happy New Year.

*** Update: I am down to 99. heh I made it last as long as possible, but eventually the hitachi called my name and I about killed myself with it. Fireworks for me!