It's encouraging to know that our little group is growing and becoming more and more exciting each party. This last party, held at Old Orchard Beach was different in that it attracted all couples, which was new for us as the previous two were more about singles. Every group owner hopes for couples, which make the group stable. Couples aren't fly by night, and if you make a good impression on them, they become the core of your group, ensuring it becomes successful. We had a fantastic time getting to know these couples, and also playing with them, and look forward to doing it again. We did make some decisions this round. The first decision being to go forward and only include "preferred" single men. Both Malcolm and I are tired of single guys confirming they will attend, then not showing up. We both have single male friends that we definitely want to include in the mix, hence the Preferred status. We will be accepting our friends, or people that come referred to us by couples we trust. Enough is enough. Next, we decided to take a break during July because most people are vacationing with their families, for one, and for two, the motel rates are insane due to the tourist industry. We'd have to charge 40.00 per person to even begin to think about doing that, and really...who the hell is gonna pay that in this economy? Malcolm and my schedule during July is a bit crazy anyways, and we did want to keep one weekend open to play privately with a couple we are very interested in, and who invited us to celebrate with them. YUM!
Malcolm and I had a little hard spot last week, after I wrote the last blog about my boy toy. It was his first real experience reading something I'd written that wasn't exclusively about him. He took it hard, much harder than I'd anticipated, and caused us just a bit of conflict in that it had hurt his feelings. Knowing I'd hurt him hurt me tenfold....I never want to hurt the man I love more than anything. He means everything to me. He did tell me, after he saw how stricken I was, that he was sorry he'd made a big deal of it, and that he didn't want me to change how I write. I offered to change it, I offered to take it down. But he insisted it remain in it's entirety and it's original form because that was me, and that was how I write. He let me know that in time he'd probably get into it more, but for now, he thinks he'd just prefer me to tell him my adventures verbally and with alot less intensity. I love him, so so so much.
That being said, I did understand that there would be a reckoning. Anyone in the D/s lifestyle can attest that a sub does not push her Dom's buttons without the Dom taking matters in hand and asserting his, well, dominance. I was a little unnerved, and was worried HOW that discipline would be delivered. I knew we'd not have any private time before the party, and knew that meant going into a party with unresolved issues. I suppose I'm a bad sub, but I'm terrified of public shame and humiliation. To be disciplined in public could just be the end for me, I swear. Yes, a little melodramatic, but nonetheless....
Malcolm assured me, as well, that any discipline he administers wouldn't be given out of anger. So our compromise was that I'd wear my collar at the party. I threw a bone in there and included the leash. I'm not a fan of my collar. It's tight, it's stiff, it restricts my range of motion, it chafes, and sometimes it feels like it chokes me. I knelt for Malcolm and offered him my collar. He took it and I bowed my head, held my hair and waited as he fastened it on me. The collar has this 3 or 4 pound grappling hook thingy on it which makes it incredibly gaumy, but once the whole contraption was together, I saw how he looked at me, and I knew in that moment that really, by my submission I hold him in my hand every bit as much as he holds me.
Malcolm and I had a little hard spot last week, after I wrote the last blog about my boy toy. It was his first real experience reading something I'd written that wasn't exclusively about him. He took it hard, much harder than I'd anticipated, and caused us just a bit of conflict in that it had hurt his feelings. Knowing I'd hurt him hurt me tenfold....I never want to hurt the man I love more than anything. He means everything to me. He did tell me, after he saw how stricken I was, that he was sorry he'd made a big deal of it, and that he didn't want me to change how I write. I offered to change it, I offered to take it down. But he insisted it remain in it's entirety and it's original form because that was me, and that was how I write. He let me know that in time he'd probably get into it more, but for now, he thinks he'd just prefer me to tell him my adventures verbally and with alot less intensity. I love him, so so so much.
That being said, I did understand that there would be a reckoning. Anyone in the D/s lifestyle can attest that a sub does not push her Dom's buttons without the Dom taking matters in hand and asserting his, well, dominance. I was a little unnerved, and was worried HOW that discipline would be delivered. I knew we'd not have any private time before the party, and knew that meant going into a party with unresolved issues. I suppose I'm a bad sub, but I'm terrified of public shame and humiliation. To be disciplined in public could just be the end for me, I swear. Yes, a little melodramatic, but nonetheless....
Malcolm assured me, as well, that any discipline he administers wouldn't be given out of anger. So our compromise was that I'd wear my collar at the party. I threw a bone in there and included the leash. I'm not a fan of my collar. It's tight, it's stiff, it restricts my range of motion, it chafes, and sometimes it feels like it chokes me. I knelt for Malcolm and offered him my collar. He took it and I bowed my head, held my hair and waited as he fastened it on me. The collar has this 3 or 4 pound grappling hook thingy on it which makes it incredibly gaumy, but once the whole contraption was together, I saw how he looked at me, and I knew in that moment that really, by my submission I hold him in my hand every bit as much as he holds me.
It was amazing. Malcolm was very loving all night, in front of the other couples. He'd come over to me, kiss me deeply, then whisper stuff in my ear like "You know what's coming later, right? I'm going to flail on you". Then he'd smile, move on, and be Mr Congeniality again. LOL, it was so disconcerting to hear about the pending violence of our coming together in the midst of such lighthearted fun. It was so erotic.
We bid the last of our couples goodnight at around 3 am. As he locked the door and turned out the lights, his countenance darkened, and he said "yeah, it's time." He pushed me down on the bed and ate me for the first time that night. Malcolm is a master at this, no words can honestly describe how it feels to have his tongue swirl over your clit, how he manages to suck it into his mouth and rub it in time to your own pulse. How he gets two fingers inside you and rubs the back while he sucks and licks the front. He makes me so damn wet, and he revels in running his tongue through my cream, sucking it down, making me cum for him.
He pressed his fat cock into me, lifting me so that he could get himself all the way in, all the way to the bottom. I love feeling his cock hit back, like I have a sheath custom made to fit him in just the right way. He looked at me while he speared me "That's MY pussy, isn't it?" "yes daddy, it's all yours"..."You're MY bitch aren't you?" , "yes daddy, I belong to you forever"... over and over and over until the single most thought in my mind was MY master, MY Dom, MY man, and I'd do whatever he asked, whenever he wanted because I am his slut, his whore. I completely belong to him. I have his absolute love, protection, and devotion in return for my unconditional love, servitude, and compliance.
As an interesting aside to the whole weekend, my sister finagled her way into the whole pic and was in town that night to help care for my daughter. It was her first time meeting Malcolm and she did her sisterly inquisition. It put Malcolm in a situation to have to declare his intentions, and bless his heart, he didn't balk. He passed her tests with flying colors, and let her know he's in it for the long haul, so not to worry. He made it clear that he loves me immensely, and managed to charm the General herself into thinking he's the greatest guy I've ever dated. No joke tho, he just really is.
Till next time!
Lilith & Malcolm
We bid the last of our couples goodnight at around 3 am. As he locked the door and turned out the lights, his countenance darkened, and he said "yeah, it's time." He pushed me down on the bed and ate me for the first time that night. Malcolm is a master at this, no words can honestly describe how it feels to have his tongue swirl over your clit, how he manages to suck it into his mouth and rub it in time to your own pulse. How he gets two fingers inside you and rubs the back while he sucks and licks the front. He makes me so damn wet, and he revels in running his tongue through my cream, sucking it down, making me cum for him.
He pressed his fat cock into me, lifting me so that he could get himself all the way in, all the way to the bottom. I love feeling his cock hit back, like I have a sheath custom made to fit him in just the right way. He looked at me while he speared me "That's MY pussy, isn't it?" "yes daddy, it's all yours"..."You're MY bitch aren't you?" , "yes daddy, I belong to you forever"... over and over and over until the single most thought in my mind was MY master, MY Dom, MY man, and I'd do whatever he asked, whenever he wanted because I am his slut, his whore. I completely belong to him. I have his absolute love, protection, and devotion in return for my unconditional love, servitude, and compliance.
As an interesting aside to the whole weekend, my sister finagled her way into the whole pic and was in town that night to help care for my daughter. It was her first time meeting Malcolm and she did her sisterly inquisition. It put Malcolm in a situation to have to declare his intentions, and bless his heart, he didn't balk. He passed her tests with flying colors, and let her know he's in it for the long haul, so not to worry. He made it clear that he loves me immensely, and managed to charm the General herself into thinking he's the greatest guy I've ever dated. No joke tho, he just really is.
Till next time!
Lilith & Malcolm
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