tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26266690154017819292024-03-07T19:26:32.060-08:00dave's extended familyadventure into non-monogamous relationshipsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-40073856639252052422015-02-24T18:29:00.003-08:002015-02-25T20:16:26.054-08:00Yule - Pagan-Wiccan RiteGreat wiccan rite...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-54293574976947675522015-02-24T18:22:00.000-08:002015-02-24T18:28:41.422-08:00Now for the Heavy Lifting<br />
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Now the hard part of the relationship - relating to your new family!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-20379033998427930492012-11-30T17:36:00.000-08:002012-11-30T17:36:43.068-08:00I'm ComingIt's been a year since the last fateful Yule. Many things have changed. I hope to make an accounting of it soon. For now, I have many posts on my <a href="http://dave94-notes.blogspot.com/">dave94-notes </a>that will bring you up to speed.<br />
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A <a href="http://dave94-notes.blogspot.com/?zx=ab33146166931198">recent post</a> details the introduction of maintenance spanking. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-9652596917571618802012-01-24T14:00:00.000-08:002012-01-24T14:00:00.163-08:00Yule Solstice Rite, Pt. 2 [excerpts]Holly tugged on Dave's hand as they walked toward her house. The sun had set out in the western sky, twilight was receding as they hurried through the shadowy forest. She asked him for more details about the woman he had been seeing lately, the Fire Witch . His hands became sweaty as he tried to supress his fear. <br />
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Dave was reluctant to go to Holly's. He was afraid and attracted to her. She had a way of pushing the edge of what he could take of torture and bdsm. He felt as if she was his teacher, dragging him to the principal for punishment. <br />
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"Is she Wiccan? Has she been in our meetings before?" Holly could not hold her curiosity back. <br />
"Maybe," he replied absently, "not sure." He didn't want to ask the Fire Witch about her background as he felt his relationship was still undefined and tenuous. <br />
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Holly pressed him for a description of the red-hair woman who had cast him into her spell and branded the triskelion on his hip. Dave began to feel defensive. How will I introduce her to the coven? How will I explain my absence from the coven's rituals for so long? He had maintained his friendship with the coven's members in numerous menages. He had been to Holly's dungeon many times and had stayed for the night to sleep her and her partner, Tom. No one from the coven ever asked him why he didn't attend rituals because they knew he had been released by Jane, his former Mistress. They assumed he needed time to process the separation. They didn't know he had been actively courting the another witch, one was not from their coven. <br />
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The couples arrived and hung their overcoats on the wall pegs . The women were dressed in robes of sheer fabric that barely concealed their fetish outfits of corsetry, fishnets and boots. The men were dressed in black jocks with restraining cuffs sewed on the sides. Dave was wearing a leather kilt thong.<br />
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Alice, the founder of the Coven, arrived. Alice removed her long coat and revealed her robes that were secured by a braided belt that held a sheathed knife on one side and a flogger on the other. Dave felt a sudden pang of fear. He had texted her daily as she required and assumed she was still working in New York. She had continued to console him about his breakup with her ex-lover, Jane. Alice had no clue that Dave was seeing someone, but now Dave figured she either knew or would find out quickly from the members of the coven. He had no idea she would be here. If I knew she was coming here I wouldn't have told here I wanted a severe beating from her.<br />
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After the business matters concluded, Holly encircled the group in a long white garland. The women stayed at their seats and the men knelt beside them and inserted their arms in the restraining cuffs on their sides.<br />
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Alice took her place at the foot of the table and Holly led Dave to the front and directed him to lie on his back as she secured his shackles to the eyehooks on the legs of the table. Dave could lift his head a little and see the members of the coven in the dim candle light. <br />
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Holly recited the chants from the coven's Book of Shadows. She dipped the athame into the chalice and recited the Yule spell. Alice stepped forward and pulled her boline out of it's sheath. She slowly traced an inverted pentagram on Dave's heaving chest. Dave started to gasp. "Gag him," Alice ordered Holly. There were no gags within the circle as they were seldom needed by the brave submissive men. Holly slipped off her thong and stuffed it into Dave's mouth. Lisa untied the scarf from her neck and handed it to Holly. She tied the scarf around Dave's head as he started to yelp. Holly listened closely for Dave's safeword which she knew.<br />
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"Dave, just tap 3 times on the table if you want us to stop", she reminded him of his silent signal. Dave sighed a little and felt relieved that Holly at least was looking out for him as he was about to endure a new threshold of pain from Alice's sharp blade.<br />
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As Alice moved the sharp tip of her dagger closer into his skin, his muscles became taut, sweat poured down his prominent abs and his heart was visibly pumping beneath his chest. Dave mustered all the courage he had to be still and stoicly take the knife but he could not control the heaving of his body. A small trickle of blood began to flow where the tip of the knife tore into his skin. There was attentive silence amid the members of this coven as they intently gazed on their first sacrifice of the evening. Dave's hands gripped the legs of the table tightly as his eyes looked up at Holly who was looking at his face. The room had an intense odor of burning candles and fear. <br />
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"Stop", said Holly, "he's not ready for this. He hasn't been initiated to the first level yet."<br />
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There was a sigh of relief in the group. "We will need someone for tonight's sacrifice", Alice stared at Holly. <br />
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"Not Dave tonight," Holly repeated her order. Although Alice had found the coven, she acknowledged Holly's authority. <br />
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"Goeff will be sacrificed," said Lisa as she seemed eager to use her partner for a cutting ritual. Goeff glanced up at Lisa from his kneeling position and silently begged for mercy, but Lisa repeated her order, "Goeff, you will take Dave's place".<br />
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Holly took the black candle from the Yule log and slowly dripped an inverted of hot wax on Dave's chest as Holly stroked his forehead and recited her Sacrificial Spell. His chest reddened as his flesh singed with the molten wax. <br />
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The other members of the coven recited their refrain as the women walked up to the table and lashed his chest with pine boughs. <br />
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Holly released Dave's shackles from the legs of the table and he sat up, shaking his limbs to restore the circulation. Holly sensed Alice was making a play for Dave. Although she respected Alice, the founder of the coven, she was wary of the treatment Dave would get from her. "Later, Dave", she whispered to him.<br />
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Alice gave a look of disappointment to Dave. "Tomorrow night at Jane's," she said to him loudly. Dave gasped. He recognized from the tone of Alice's directive that he would receive a sound whipping in Jane's dungeon for being such a coward. <br />
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Alice had other intentions. She wanted to lure Dave away from the Fire Witch and back to Jane. Dave would reluctantly submit to the order she gave him because of the pact they had made. The implied whipping was her way of closing the deal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-87872971939107898532010-12-07T11:48:00.000-08:002010-12-07T11:53:33.568-08:00Who is the trainer and who is the trainee?Jane began taking personal training sessions from Zev a young, lithe muscle-bound guy at the fitness club she attends. At first she came home and complained how much stress and aggravation he caused her. After a while she adapted to the exercises he directed her to do and began to show results. After one of his sessions with her, he invited her to the fitness center’s lunch room. He seemed attracted to her and asked for a date. She told him: “you’ll have to get to know me first”. So for several weeks they would meet after her workout and talked about their background and interests. Zev was a PE major in college and worked as a physical therapist for a hospital until he was laid off about a year ago. He now worked part time at the center and had personal training sessions with several clients to supplement the little pay he received at the club. Jane told Zev she was a lesbian domme and wasn’t interested in vanilla relationships. Zev seemed eager to receive her services. So Zev came to our dungeon one Saturday evening and had a session with Jane. <br />
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I am assisting Jane during her dungeon sessions as a receptionist, answering calls from clients and giving them her instructions to strip to a leather g-string before she would see them. At first I became a bit annoyed at hearing the activities in the dungeon: the clanking of chains, the cracks of the whips & floggers, the screams and whimpers of her clients. Eventually I got to know some the regulars and talked to them as they waited for Jane to come out of the dungeon in her bright red corset, fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots with a crop at her side and say: “who's next!”. I could see fear build up in their expression with each crack of the whip Jane was using on some other client in the dungeon. Her clients were usually middle-aged married men who paid Jane to thrash them regularly. They appreciated her special skills as she tormented them while they were secured to the cross or the rack, wielding her flogger, whip or cane on their flinching bodies. When they were finished, most of them smiled and thanked “Mistress Jane” for her services. <br />
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Jane had Zev for her last session of the day. Recently Zev noticed the new cage we built under the spanking table and asked Jane to lock him in it. She asked me if I didn’t mind watching Zev for the night. I immediately agreed to her request not realizing that I would have a sleepless night in a darkened dungeon. My instructions were to let Zev out for toilet breaks and to lock him in the cage when he returned. I was also to wake him early and hose him down in the shower before she came into the dungeon and resumed his torture session. <br />
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Later the next morning, Jane called me into her session with Zev. She had him tied to the bench. She forced Zev to suck my c*ck to the root. Then she directed me to fist Zev. I lubed my fingers with astro-glide and stuck one in after another. Eventually his sphincter opened up and took my hand up to the wrist. I rotated my hand and felt the little lump of his prostate. I tapped on it and increased the pressure as his c*ck hardened in a solid erection. Soon little drops of cum were dribbling off the tip of his c*ck onto the floor. Jane picked up the flogger and started on his back as he began moaning and writhing. She attached a large dildo to her harness and inserted it into Zev. She scraped her nails across his back as she thrust him with the large rubber phallus. <br />
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I went upstairs and helped Mary prepare lunch in the kitchen. Jane led Zev into the room with a leash attached to his collar. She forced him to kneel under the table facing her opened legs. I served the two women as Jane picked up little bits of food and stuck in into Zev’s mouth. She stood up and lowered her underwear. She took carrot sticks and swished them around her cove and then slid them in and out of Zev’s mouth. Mary watched Jane and Zev with interest. She pointed to a position next to where she was sitting and indicated I was to kneel there. She pushed her panties down to her ankles and dipped carrot sticks into her body and then into my mouth. I had no time to get jealous about Jane and Zev as I was becoming very excited by what Mary was doing to me.<br />
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Jane stood and pulled her clothes up and led Zev downstairs to the dungeon. Mary lifted my head and kissed me passionately. We slipped into Mary's room. I tied her up the way she likes and f*cked her slowly.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-91833205819851366462010-11-30T10:57:00.000-08:002010-11-30T10:59:09.423-08:00Our Family ReunionIt was the right time for our family reunion. In the past few months, we all chased after other partners, cheated a little, argued, fought, made up and found each other again. Now it was time to celebrate our reunion. When we finished dinner Jane quipped: “you two have been so bad, you deserve a spanking!”.<br />
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We laughed when Mary said, “shall we try out the dungeon?”. We went downstairs. I stripped and Jane inserted a butt plug into me. The ladies secured me to the cross. They picked up paddles from the wall rack and alternately smacked my butt cheeks until I began to feel the pain of the paddles hitting the same area. My ass was now red and tingly. They unfastened me and tied me on the bench. Jane pulled the plug and placed a curved dildo on her strap-on harness and inserted it in me. Mary pulled a long dildo and began poking it into my mouth as Jane pumped. <br />
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After Jane tired of thrusting me, she released me from the bench. Jane and I secured Mary to the bench and paddled her butt. It didn't take too long before her but cheeks were red hot. <br />
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We released Mary and she got up on the spanking table and lied on her back. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and began to probe her lightly with my c*ck. Jane started kissing her. Soon I had inserted my d*ck fully and started f*cking Mary slowly as Jane inserted her tongue in Mary's mouth. <br />
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When we were done, we walked up the stairs. We had a few drinks and laughed as we sat on the couch. When Jane left the room to change into her nightclothes, Mary and I conspired to give Jane some treatment. We entered her bedroom and I tackled Jane and forced her onto her bed as Mary secured her wrists to the corners. We were all laughing as Jane thought this was some lighthearted fun. Mary and I began to tickle Jane. I knew she was really sensitive on her feet, so I began lightly tickling her soles. Mary tickled Jane's armpits. Soon Jane was writhing on the bed and laughing loudly. <br />
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Since Mary and I sub to Jane, we really couldn't inflict pain unless she wanted it but we figured we could torture her with tickling. It was an opportunity to release all the animosity and tension that had built up between Jane and Mary and I. After Jane was exhausted from the torment, we released her. Mary and I lied on the bed on each side of Jane and put our arms around her. We slept together that night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-37173407999053480772010-11-06T20:23:00.000-07:002010-11-06T20:42:40.204-07:00My apologyI apologize for not keeping many of you posted for so long. I'm also deeply regretting the way things have become 4 me as u may read.<br />
Fri. night I knew I was in trouble when Mary txtd me to come home. I tried calling her but the noise of the bar where she worked made it difficult. I usually hang out with Eric & Susan Fri. eves. after work but I canceled.<br />
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when I got home, Jane was having a session with one of her clients. When they finished, she came into my room (across the hall from the dungeon) and asked if I was going 2 b around 4 weekend.<br />
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I said yes and sensed the tension between us. She led another client into the dungeon. I panicked and called/txtd or emailed everyone I knew. By then it was late Fri. eve (California time). I reached my BF, Mel, who suggested I txt Jane my pledge & do my chores really well the next day and hope 4 the best.<br />
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the next day (Sat. morning) I cleaned the dungeon early, went upstairs and saw a note from Jane 4 me. my heart pounded in fear.I thought she was going 2 tell me it was over. Instead it was a list of things she wanted me 2 do - like pick up her dry cleaning, get groceries, etc. I made coffee for us & went on the errands (I also gassed up Jane's car like Mel suggested). When I returned Mary took the food & said she would make us lunch. She advised me to continue tidying up the place and change into my leathers when I was done.<br />
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Jane, Mary & I sat down 4 lunch. We had small talk and Mary laughed occasionally to break up the tension. I could feel Jane was angry with me. At last she said, "are u going to b here today?"<br />
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I agreed. She pointed to the floor next 2 her. It was a signal 4 me 2 kneel at that spot. I moved into the position like I had done many times before. She pulled my hair and positioned hy head so I was looking up to her and said, "you have been very bad and you will have a long way 2 go b4 I will forgive u".<br />
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I felt both relieved and in dread at the same time. She wont throw me out but she probably has some intense punishment lined up for me.<br />
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"today," she said, "you will be working 4 me in the dungeon".<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-53502409136446754492010-03-15T19:49:00.000-07:002010-05-05T20:58:01.135-07:00Sis's new BF - vanilla but kink curiousMy stepsister has an on-off relationship with a guy about my age. Lately the relationship is on the "off" switch. Sis tells me she wants her boy Danny more into kink. She places clamps on his nipples when they're together. She has him wear a collar and kneel before her to service her as she pleases. When she brought up the topic of anal sex, he balked. He told her: "I don't do that yucky stuff".<br />
"Well don't come around here until you do, " she told him in a fit of anger.<br />
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I prefer orgies to one-on-ones. To me, even a 3some is an orgy. Even group kissing is to me an orgy of sorts. Orgies are different than swinging. In swinging 2 or more het. couples meet and swap partners. The men might tolerate a little FFaction, but definitely not MM! In an orgy, IMO, anything goes: MM, FF, BDSM, Fetish, etc. It just depends on who is attending. And it is also not uncommon for participants to move around between other men & women during play; there are no "limits". In my experience, most women seem to accept the possibility of an evening of lovemaking with other men & women. Most guys seem to want to play it either straight or gay. The "etiquette" of an orgy is that there are no limits (except SSC practices - all guys use condoms, etc. ) . Participants are discouraged from kicking back & watching; they are urged to take part in whatever happens. Most of my friends are bi and get into the action without hesitation. With new people, there is often the initial shock of the orgy and they are wondering what they should do. One of the "veterans" will usually mentor or work wih the new people. We do not force people to do something thay do not want to or at least are not ready to do, especially bi stuff & BDSM. Usually I'll make sure guys say they are "bi" or at least "bi-curious" before I invite them. My roomies qualify women similarly. What I look for is an open mind. If they act the least judgemental ("<em>I don't do that</em>..."), I usually don't invite them. If they day something like, "<em>I'd consider doing that.</em>.." I figure there is a chance they will fit into the party. Usually determined "straights" or gay guys will not feel comfortable in the orgy. I know gays who have said they have never had sex with a woman. If they say they would consider it if the mood was right, then I invite them. Gay guys often know how to have the best sex with other guys, especially butt sex. I've known other guys who say that they are reluctant to do MM stuff but once they get in the groove of the orgy, they seem to like it. With women, they seem to initially resist but once the room heats up, they seem open to the possibility. There is also the stimulus synergy that good orgies have. Many women are turned on by MM action just as men are of FF action. As the party heats up, participants do even wilder things, often activity they have never done such as BDSM. It seems if the other guy or girl is doing it, you don't seem to mind doing it yourself.</div>
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Enough about the preliminary general stuff. Here is what usually happens in orgies I participate in. I most often am in 3somes with my roomies and have described a typical scene in an earlier post. I'm also the +1 with het. couples (such as Eric & Susan as described in an earlier post.) Usually the guy is happily coupled with his gf but feels a part of him is not satisfied. He may not admit it if he has a rep. to keep but he is probably bi. If you're having sex with one gender & getting turned on by someone of another gender at the same time, you're probably bi. You can still identify as "het.". I know I do. I think if I eventually live with someone, it will probably be a woman or women as I do now (sorry guys). I like having sex with guys, but I'm just not entirely into gay relationships. Often gays resent my sexual orientation as if I'm fence sitting ("eventually you'll be gay like the rest of us"). If you think your gf or bf will not accept your "other side" (or may make a scene if you do things with the other gender), maybe orgies will work for you. You can always go home and dismiss your "bi" activities as "you were caught up in the moment". My roomies & I have had 4 & 5somes with guys or couples who will not acknowledge that they might be "bi". Sometimes these "straight" people make the best lovers. </div>
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Last month I turned 20. I was no longer a "teen". The change was only nominal; nothing of substance had changed in my life. In fact, my birthday started like the usual evening I have with Eric & Susan. I usually meet them at their flat in North Beach after work. They don't live there, they rent it for sessions with several others including Jane (one of my roommates). </div>
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I called Susan on her cell to let her know when I would be coming. She suggested I meet with her at the Caffe where Eric was working. Eric is a photographer and artists' model and is very much in demand. Even so, he has to work occassional shifts at one of the cafes in town to make ends meet. Susan is also a model and a pro domme. I met Eric at the open drawing session of the art school. I told him I admired his athletic physique. He liked my drawings and invited me up to the flat Susan and He rent nearby. Eric & I hit it off immediately. We do mostly kissing and some oral stuff. Since he is in an open relationship with Susan, he suggested I meet her someday. I met Susan with Eric a few days later and we hit it off really well. I guess I'm sort of the couple's "third wheel". Besides BDSM & sex sessions, we often do things socially like attend concerts, movies, caffes, etc. We have even gone shopping at a local sex shop where Susan suggested toys & devices that we could use during our evening play sessions. I now meet with them almost every Fri. eve. I usually do some sketches of them before we settle into our sessions.</div>
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As I said, this evening was a little different. I met Susan at the cafe where Eric was still waiting on tables. We were joined by Susan's friend, Kay, (another pro domme who also rents the flat) and her bf, Jason (Jas). Kay had just finished a session with a client and told us the flat was available for the rest of the evening for whatever we wanted to do. I guessed K & J knew the background of my relationship with Susan & Eric as they immediately sugegsted a 5-some with some BDSM. Eric brought a small makeshift cake with 1 candle, and two bottles of champaigne. He seemed to like the idea of the 5-some. Some of the staff joined in a round of "Happy Birthday" and laughed when Kay said she was going to give me 20 smacks on the ass. We hung around for a little more until Eric finished his shift and then walked up Grant to the flat. </div>
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The flat has one giant bedroom with what is called a "California King" bed which could sleep 4 or 5 comfortably. There are two end tables each with a large bowl filled with condoms of all kinds and sizes: lubed, non-lubed, ribbed, etc. There are bureaus against the back wall where each of the tenants store their "toys" and gear. The closet is full of fetish-wear. The kitchen is sparse. There are a few bottles of wine and several dozen bottles of lube & body oil in the refrigerator. We stored what was left of our champaigne there. Someone turned on the wide-screen television and tuned to a sex movie. The bathroom has a walk-in shower, a whirlpool hot-tub, bidet & toilet. I went in and took a quick shower. I dressed in a tiny leather jock I brought with me. </div>
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When I re-entered the room everyone was on the bed stipped down to their underwear or lingerie. Eric was chatting with Jas and Kay & Susan were kissing and giggling. I knelt at the foot of the bed and began massaging Susan's feet as Kay went on top of her. Susan was beginning to respond warmly to my foot worship. I worked my kisses up her thighs as Kay worked down her breasts with kisses. Eric began kissing Jas lightly. </div>
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My friends ask me why I haven’t written much lately. Although I can write technical and research papers almost in my sleep, writing about my personal life is difficult because I’m so involved with the people I live with. I have intense feelings for the women, Mary and Jane, but I also have doubts that they have the same feelings for me. Why do I feel this way?</div>
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People who don’t know our living situation think I’m living in an endless orgy with two beautiful women. The women are attractive to me, especially since I fancy older women, but endless orgies? The truth is the women are more into each other than into me. People who don’t know them would assume by their appearance and whom they hang out with that they are lesbians. But our friends and I know differently. Like Betty Dodson said of herself, the women are lesbian with a tendency toward bisexuality. They don’t like the kind of rough penetrating sex they usually get from guys. They prefer more fondling, kissing and fingers touching their sensitive areas. They use vibrators to build the intensity of their orgasm. I’m more than willing to accommodate them with the sensual touching they prefer. They use my cock like a vibrator when they mount me and grind their pelvis up and down my bone. A warm erection feels a lot different than a cold piece of plastic. They have a wave of orgasms as the women ride me to the climax they like. </div>
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Our threesomes don’t happen every day as some people think. We’re all very busy and we have our friends whom we are intimate with. Jane has her “clients”, usually lawyers she is acquainted with. Mary has friends she meets at the bookstore where she works. And me? I get calls for one-night stands from women who live in the dorms. I also hang with some guys I swim with at the college. Jane, Mary and I have an open relationship: we can have his or her own partners as long as everyone knows them. Jane and Mary introduce their partners to me and I introduce my partners to them. We’re all friends. </div>
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Sometimes we have an orgy where we invite our partners to join in. We meet at one of the partner’s homes or they meet at ours. The room is lit with candles. We sit on couches or pillows on the floor. Our parties are different than swinging. We first get acquainted with each other with a little smoke and some hot spicy “herbal” tea. We talk and laugh a lot. After a while the room heats up and our clothes come off, our hands start caressing bodies. Talking is replaced by kissing. In swinging, a man and a woman will pair off. In our open parties, sometimes a woman will pair off with another woman, sometimes a guy with a guy. Often the groups are two men and one woman or two women and one man. After a while we switch between groups. What we do isn’t all f*cking; we do a lot of kissing and fondling, maybe some JO and oral. </div>
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“No,” I plead to the women, “please don’t”. But they gag me anyway and continue beating me harder. I start to shudder at each crack of Jane’s crop. Jane reaches into my string and pulls my cock out. It springs to an erection. I don’t understand how it happens, but I’m turned-on by this beating. She clutches my dick and swats it with her crop. I am feeling my threshold of maximum pain. Tears flow down my face, slobber drips out of the ball gag as I whimper. Small amounts of cum are dripping from my swollen cock. I feel as if I am going to pass out. I am in ecstasy. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-12654182968084460932009-10-19T16:45:00.000-07:002015-02-24T18:26:27.808-08:00Dave and Holly meet Jane and Mary at a BDSM ClubI met Holly after my psych class the next day in the Student Union. We got coffee and sat at one of the small round tables. “Did you like our play last night?“ she asked.<br />
“Yes, Holly,” I replied, “did you guys like me?”<br />
“Yes, Tom and I liked you a lot. We’d like you to join us again.”<br />
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I visited Tom and Holly for many evenings of play. She gradually ramped up the pain by introducing different floggers, paddles, straps and the most painful of all, the “Sadistick”. Holly also introduced me to predicament bondage. In one session, I was placed in a crouched position and my cock & balls were secured to a spreader bar that my ankles were attached to. My nipples were held with the butterfly clamps; the chain between the clamps was secured to an eyebolt on the ceiling. I could not sit or stand. If I tried to sit, the clamps would pull harder on my nipples. If I stood, the rope would pull on my nuts. Caught between standing and sitting, my muscles began to burn. Eventually extreme pain would shoot through my body. Holly could sense when I had suffered enough; she would then release me and embrace me in her arms. <br />
In other sessions, I was introduced to the never-ending sit-up. My torso is suspended in a 45-degree angle. If I try to lie, the clamps tighten on my nipples. If I try to sit up, my chained collar tugs at my neck, almost choking me. After a half hour my thighs burn in intense agony attempting to hold this position. <br />
The more intense the sessions were, the deeper I felt attracted to Holly. Watching Holly torture Tom also turned me on; she made him endure much more pain than I could. At the end of most of our sessions, we had exhilarating sex. Like most guys, I was at first reluctant to engage in sex with another guy; with Holly and Tom it was different. Somehow sex seemed as a joyous conclusion of our BDSM sessions, a sort of celebration of sensuality. <br />
I soon learned that she was active in a local BDSM club. She encouraged me to join - or at least check it out. She would sponsor and mentor me.<br />
I went to the next munch and met a lot of nice people who were also new to it. I applied for a 1-year membership and was accepted. Holly and I planned to go to the next "party" which would be held a few weeks later. Tom decided to stay home with Holly’s kids. <br />
So I purchased the outfit Holly suggested - nothing fancy - leather cuffs, g-string and a play collar. She also suggested I assemble a toy bag. It contained some rope, a ball gag, clamps, a flogger, lube and condoms. The club was in a nightclub and bar neighborhood with crowds of people standing outside and loud bands playing inside. Holly and I walked up the stairs and signed in at the front desk. The attendant directed us to a changing area. We entered into a hallway lined with lockers. We stripped down to our play outfits and left our street clothes in lockers. Holly was wearing a black corset with fishnet stockings and stilettos. She attached a leather flogger to her belt. <br />
We went into a large dimly lit room that had couches, tables and chairs in one end, and smaller numbered playrooms with curtain doors. Loud music was playing as costumed members wandered around and greeted each other. It was like Halloween, except it was more of a “Sexalloween” - or like the Exotic Erotic Ball. People meet up and drift off into the rooms for play sessions. <br />
Many of the attendees said hello to Holly. She introduced me as her new “student”. She agreed to meet some of the people later. <br />
Two women said hello to Holly and started a conversation. One was tall, slim, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. She was in high heels, fishnets & red corset, long black leather gloves with a red or magenta streak in her long black hair. The other woman was similarly dressed and had short bleach-blond hair. They were introduced as Jane and Mary. Holly chatted with the women while I purchased several bottles of water. <br />
Holly persuaded the two women to "break me in" on my first session at the club. They protested that they had never "done boys". <br />
“Don’t worry,” Holly said, “I will show you how to do a boy". <br />
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Our group found a room. It was dimly lit with a few candles. In the room there was a large frame with a padded table inside and a cross that was mounted on the wall with various eyebolts attached. Holly directed the women to tie me up to the wooden cross. She pulled several lengths of rope from her toy bag and gave them to the women. She gave them instructions on how to wind the rope and how tight knots should be. I felt scared about the dark dungeon-like room we were in and the women I had only just met. I began to tremble. Holly sensed my fear and assured me that everything would be all right. <br />
Holly then pulled a leather flogger out of her toy bag. “I always warm up my slaves with some light flogging”, she explained to the women. <br />
She began stroking my back & butt with the flogger. I felt my skin tingle to the touch of the leather strands. She let the women practice on me and advised them on areas of my back where they could and should not strike. <br />
She then retrieved her leather stinger and directed the women to give me several overlapping strokes on my butt. I began gasping as the stinger cracked on my skin. Jane hit me hard; Mary was somewhat gentler. The three women were sharing jokes. The laughter grew so loud that at one point someone from an adjacent room yelled at us and threatened to get us kicked out of the club if we weren’t “serious”. I actually laughed with them, despite the slowly mounting pain on my back & thighs. This session was becoming a joyous experience for us. <br />
After this Holly said, “I want you two to feel how warm you’ve made his butt. That is the heat you should be going for. While you are rubbing his ass, I want you to grab his cock like this”. She showed the women how to squeeze my cock by its tip, a move she had perfected with me in previous sessions at her home. My erection grew to their touch. <br />
“Its time for a break, ladies”, Holly said. She directed the women to loosen my ropes. We leaned against the edge of the padded table and drank water. <br />
Holly asked me, “how was it, Dave?”<br />
“I liked it very much“, I said.<br />
“Do you prefer Mary or Jane?” she asked.<br />
“I like Jane’s firmness as much as Mary’s light touch, “ I said, trying to be diplomatic, “and your touch is just right, Holly.”<br />
“Good answer, “ Holly said, “shall we show the ladies some NT and CBT?”<br />
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Although I was still sore from the beatings I received from the ladies, I mounted the table and lay on my back. The women attached my ankle cuffs to my legs and tied them loosely to the side of the table. They secured my wrist cuffs and tied them together. They connected this to an eyebolt on the bottom brace of the table. Holly retrieved the black ball gag from my toy bag and fastened it on my mouth. She found the cock ring in my bag, lifted my limp cock and fastened it to the base of my shaft. <br />
She found the butterfly nipple clamps and gave one to each of the women. “Now, I’m going to show you how to apply a clamp to a boy’s nipple”, she said. She pulled out a pair of press-style clamps from her bag. “Dave’s got nice pecs, “ she told the women, “but we need to position him before we apply the clamps.” She clutched a large clump of my pectoral muscle with one hand and tightened the press clamp so that my nipple was sticking out like a mountain peak. She did the same with the other pectoral. <br />
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“Now,” she told the women, “ attach the clamps to his nipples”. They each fastened a clamp directly on my extended nipple. A jolt of pain shot through my body. “Now, we test the clamps before we release the press, “ she said as she pulled the chain that was attached to the two clamps. The clamps tightened and sent even stronger jolts of pain through my body as she pulled on the chain. I gasped but could not force much of my screams out through the ball gag. The clamps withstood Holly’s stress test; they would not come off by pulling on the chain. She released the press clamps. I felt additional jolts of pain as blood rushed to my clamped nipples; my blood was throbbing through my chest. <br />
Holly then found a pinwheel from her toy bag and handed it to Jane. “I want you to run this over his chest”, she directed her. She told Mary: “start squeezing his cock here” as she pointed to frenulum of my shaft. Holly had sized up the two women as I had: Jane was more sadistic and Mary more into stimulation. Both women assumed their tasks with glee. <br />
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Holly then wound a small cotton rope around my cock and balls and tied a slipknot. She tugged on the rope. My hips rose in the pain. She slipped my toy bag under me as she fastened the rope to an eyebolt that was on the frame above me. She pulled the bag from under me. The rope pulling on my cock suspended me. If I relaxed, the rope would tighten and shoot jolts of pain through my cock. I tried to keep my hips thrust high to lessen the pain but after a while my thigh muscles began to burn. I felt the exquisite pain of predicament bondage for almost a half hour until I was writhing in pain, as sweat and tears draining off my face. <br />
Holly sensed that I had enough of her torture. “Lets release him, ladies, “ she told the women. After I was released, we all leaned on the table and drank water.<br />
“Now tell me Dave, “ Holly asked. “How was our play session tonight?”<br />
“It was fantastic, “ I said in a raspy voice.<br />
“Would you like to do this again sometime?” she asked me.<br />
“Yes, “ I answered enthusiastically, “I’d like to do it again with all of you. “<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-33314232151664522202009-10-18T12:23:00.001-07:002015-02-24T18:32:37.408-08:00My first evening with Holly & Tom<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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I was looking for a topic to write about for a paper in my psychology class. My research area was centered on "alternate life and love styles". Holly had joined me on the project. We had attended a lecture about non-monogamy earlier and agreed it could be a topic worth exploring. <br />
“You could study me, “ she said , “I can introduce you to several polyamorous couples as well. “<br />
I was attracted to Holly since we first met several semesters ago. Holly is a mother of two young girls in her early forties, living with her boyfriend, Tom. She often talked about how Tom was so much better than her first husband, how he cared for her, how he took care of her children, etc. When I heard her praise of her boyfriend, I felt it would be inappropriate to ask her for a date, although I felt the urge. I still continued to flirt with her: “you know, your smile always makes me happy, “ I said as I touched her hand. <br />
Holly often hinted how her relationship with Tom was so special. I would ask her to explain, but she usually offered generalities such as how attentive Tom was to her. I have a weakness for strong women, especially older ones. Usually when I sense their strength, I become nervous and shy. I learned that these women were often dominants. I had this sensation with Holly and felt excited when she invited me to dinner with her family later in the week. <br />
Holly and Tom live with her two daughters in a petite Victorian in the Noe Valley area of the city. Tom was only a few years older than I, and had graduated from the same college I was attending. Tom set the table, brought the food in and then cleared the table after dinner. He then took the girls up to their rooms while Holly explained her relationship with him.<br />
“We are non-monogamous couple in a female led relationship. Tom is my boy. I love him and he loves my kids and me. We’ve been living together in D/s for several years.”<br />
I asked her to explain the D/s. Holly dominates Tom and he submits to her. “Tom has one primary goal and that is my happiness. He is to listen, obey, serve and follow me”, she said.<br />
“And if he doesn’t? I asked. <br />
“Then he receives punishment from me.”<br />
I felt aroused and curious about this. “You punish him? “ I asked in a choked voice.<br />
“yes,” she replied, “he looks forward to our play when he gets his punishment.”<br />
She explained that she beats Tom regularly to remind him of her dominance. Although she has a set of rules she would like him to live by, she is not very strict with him. “I’m arbitrary with my Tommy, I play with him when I feel like it, even if he hasn’t done anything wrong. In fact, I play with him more when he pleases me, like he does tonight. Would you like to watch how I play with Tom?” she asked.<br />
I was intrigued and said, “If you two don’t mind then yes, very much so”.<br />
Tom eventually returned and Holly explained that she would let me watch her punish him. Tom replied enthusiastically, “we like to show other people how we play.” We went downstairs to the den. Holly opened a small room that was their dungeon and we stepped inside. Tom undressed to his shorts, attached pairs of cuffs to his wrists and ankles and stood before a rack. Holly attached the cuffs to the sides of the frame. She pulled a large leather flogger off the rack on the wall and proceeded to flail Tom’s back. As he yelped, Holly reached around to his chest embracing him and pinching his nipples. I was becoming more aroused by Holly and Tom. I could feel my erection growing. Holly returned the flogger to the rack and selected a ball gag and a long paddle. She said, “I’m going to put this ball gag on Tom so we don’t wake the girls”. She tightened straps of the device around his head and stepped back. The paddle whooshed in the air as she gave him ten whacks, each one harder than the previous one. He gasped through the gag as the paddle struck his butt each time. He began to tremble under the pain of the blows. She reached around him and slipped her hand inside his shorts and clutched his cock. His cock thickened to an erection with her touching. She began slowly jacking him up and down. His body loosened up as he began to relax. She pulled away and gave him another ten whacks, each one harder then the previous ten. He shook even more violently; sweat was covering the surface of his back and legs. He tried to scream, but the gag rendered his cries to muffled moans. He seemed to be humming a song of pain, a steady “owww” that increased in intensity as she continued her paddling. Holly moved closer to him and said, “that’s it, Tom, suffer for me.” <br />
After several minutes of paddling, Holly stopped and reached for a jar of skin lotion, which she rubbed on his reddened back. She applied more lotion to her hands and slid them under his shorts and rubbed it on Tom’s butt. She whispered to him, “I proud of you Tom, you took it like a man”. She then released Tom. He kneeled before her and began kissing her side. <br />
“Thank you for beating me, Holly,” he said to her, his face streaming with sweat and tears, “I needed that”. <br />
“Now, “ Holly turned to me and said, “what about you. Would you like to play?”<br />
“y-y-yes, “ I replied in a short whisper. I was afraid and turned on by what I had seen, “but I don’t know if I could take as much as Tom did.”<br />
“I’ll just give you a few easy ones,” she said. Tom unbuckled his cuffs and handed them to me. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my jeans to the floor and buckled the damp cuffs to my ankles and wrists. Holly attached the cuffs to the rack. My erection was jutting under the fabric of my shorts. She reached for the flogger and gave me several light strokes. <br />
“Do you like that, “ she asked me.<br />
“yes, Holly,” I answered with enthusiasm.<br />
“Good, “ she continued flogging me progressively harder, “I’ll give you a few more. Just let me know if you’d like me to stop”.<br />
I felt an adrenaline rush, like the rush I sometimes get from exercising really hard. My heart raced and my breathing quickened. I noticed Tom stroking his member as he watched Holly thrashing my back with the flogger.<br />
After a few minutes, Holly asked: “have you had enough, Dave?”<br />
“Yes, Holly, I think I’ve had enough.” I answered with a trembling voice.<br />
She unfastened my cuffs from the frame. She put her arms around me and hugged. “Did you like that, “ she asked.<br />
“y-y-yes, very much, “ I said. I felt embarrassed and excited that I could actually like a beating, but I guess I liked it because Holly had done this to me. I felt even more attracted to Holly. My member was still erect. <br />
“Would you like another session later on?”<br />
“yes,”, I replied, as I turned to hear, shielding my obvious erection, “I would.”<br />
“Good, then,” she beamed, “then we’ll set another play date for you this week?” <br />
“Yes, I’d like that, “ I said. I don’t know why I agreed to be beat again. I think if I had thought about it, I would have refused, but as it is, I was caught up in the moment. Holly had stirred deeper feelings in me that I wanted to feel more. <br />
Holly suggested we slip in to her hot tub. It was a cold night, typically foggy and windy. The steam rose from the small tub on the rear deck of the house. Holly wound the timer and the jets pushed bubbling streams of heated water into the tub. We stripped off our clothes and slipped into the tepid water.<br />
After relaxing a bit, Holly grasped Tom & my hands and pulled us toward her. We moved in as her hands grasped our members. We began kissing her. Our kisses went lower to the water line as we followed the contours of her body. Holly pushed her body to the ledge of the pool. Tom & I were now kissing her thighs as she pulled our heads in closer. <br />
“I want you to kiss each other, “ she said to Tom & I. We lifted our heads up from her body and looked at each other. Tom moved in closer to me, his lips parting. Holly noticed my hesitation. “Dave, “ she said, “if you’re not comfortable…”<br />
I had not thought of Tom in an erotic way. He was a handsome, masculine guy, a little older than I. <br />
“We’re into open relationships and we are attracted to you, Dave”, Holly said in an encouraging tone. <br />
“Well” I said, “Lets take this slow.”<br />
I leaned in closer to Tom and opened my mouth slightly. His lips enclosed my lower lip as we kissed lightly. <br />
Holly then pulled our heads closer together. I could feel the stubble of his chin. His lips were almost as soft as a woman’s. I stuck my tongue inside his mouth. He sucked it lightly. I was excited. <br />
Holly then suggested we go upstairs. We put on our clothes. I left my shirt off because I needed to cool down and didn’t want to soak the shirt with my sweat. Holly led us to the master bedroom. She pointed to the adjoining bathroom and said, “there’s some clean towels in there if you want to take a shower.” I went in and took a shower. When I came out, I saw Holly and Tom in the large bed, under the covers. They were kissing and fondling each other. <br />
“Would you like to have a smoke with us? “ Holly asked. I sat on the edge of the bed beside her as she handed me the cigarette. Her hand landed on my thigh and wandered toward my crotch. She squeezed my cock. “Would you like to join us?” she asked. I turned and saw Holly and Tom smiling. <br />
I looked at the woman I had been attracted to for a long time beckoning me to sleep with her. “Sure”, I said as I unbuttoned my shirt and slid my jeans off. Holly and Tom made some room for me over as she peeled back the covers. I slid under the sheets, next to her. Holly put one arm around Tom and the other around me. She kissed him first then turned and kissed me. <br />
Tom and I kissed Holly alternately several more times. Eventually we each moved our kisses to other parts of her body. We had an evening of passionate lovemaking.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-1785819732608795722009-09-29T21:53:00.001-07:002015-02-24T18:32:51.855-08:00their love was deep<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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He soon realized how deep their love was. Although he was grateful they accepted him into their family, he knew he would need to work hard to win their love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-44173063974648107612009-09-29T21:48:00.001-07:002015-02-24T18:33:09.555-08:00will she?<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;">
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He looked at her and wondered if they would ever share their loveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-52370919569399603762009-09-24T23:29:00.000-07:002015-02-24T18:33:44.965-08:00Meet the (POLY) Family<br />
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Last weekend I met some of the other members in Jane's extended family as several of her friends visited. <br />
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Rick & his partner, Steve, came over Friday evening. <br />
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Rick said to Jane, "<i>so this is your new pet</i>?"<br />
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She said, "This is Dave. He might be my primary male if everything works out."<br />
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We chatted briefly and exchanged contact information. As I left the room, I overheard Rick say to Jane, "<b>He does know you're a lesbian, right?</b>" They went into Jane's "dungeon" for a session and left several hours later. <br />
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On Saturday, Sandra and Lea came over. Sandra was a close friend of Mary's (Jane's lover) - they tend bar at a lesbian club. Lea was Sandra's partner. <br />
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Jane introduced me to the women: "this is Dave. He's new to things and has a lot to learn. Please be nice to him".<br />
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Sandra quipped: "so this is Dave, <i>Janey's slave</i>". The women laughed.<br />
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The women decided to go shopping. Jane suggested I go with them. We piled into Jane's car and headed into the Valencia street area. We went to a bookstore and browsed titles. Jane took me to the "sexuality" section and suggested a couple of books that I look at. One was about bondage and the other a guide to anal sex. I read a little of each book and made a purchase. After this we had a coffee and walked into the local sex shop. In the smallish store, heterosexual and lesbian couples were purchasing condoms, vibrators, dildos, cock rings and lube. Jane asked a salesperson for help. A tall women approached. Jane explained that she had purchased one of their strap-on harnesses a while back and was wondering what kind of attachments to get for it.<br />
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"Is it for him? " the saleswoman asked, glancing at me.<br />
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"Yes, its for him, " Jane replied. <br />
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The salesclerk pointed to a row of dildos that were compatible to the harness Jane owned. The clerk also suggested that, "he should be broken in" with several different sizes of butt plugs that they had in stock.<br />
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I was a little anxious about purchasing the items. <br />
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"Don't worry, sweetie, " Jane said as she tapped my arm, "I'll teach you how to use these."<br />
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We then went to the bar where Mary worked. Mary saw us and suggested a table where she could serve us rounds and spend some time with us. Sandra and Lea eventually wandered off to meet other patrons. Lucy, a friend of Jane's, joined us. I recognized her from the BDSM club. <br />
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"So this is your <b>boy</b>, " Lucy said as she turned to me.<br />
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"Its my pleasure to meet you, " I said trying to make humor of her teasing. <br />
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"It will be my pleasure to <i>meet</i> you, " she said. The two women chuckled. They talked about the next BDSM party they planned to attend. <br />
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"Be sure to bring Dave with you," Lucy said as she left us. <br />
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We had a few more drinks and met other people. Mary told Jane that she would be home late. Jane hinted that it was time to go. We went back to the house. Jane kissed me on the cheek and said, "I like how you were with me today. Good night"<br />
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We went to our rooms. <br />
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Mary had come home later that night with her friend Maya. I met Maya in the morning as I was making coffee in the kitchen. She walked in wearing only panties and a bra. "Hi, I'm Mary's friend", she said as she took a seat. We talked about the school we both attended. Eventually Jane and Mary came into the kitchen and filled their cups with coffee. <br />
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Jane suggested we go for brunch in the Castro (a gay neighborhood of SF). We drove to a a small breakfast and lunch place with a patio in the back. There were mostly gay and lesbian couples eating there. Jane and Mary spotted their friends, Ken and Michael, who invited us to join them. <br />
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Jane introduced me: "Ken, Mike, this is Dave, my new boyfriend."<br />
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Michael said he thought he had seen me at the BDSM group a few weeks ago. I told him I was there with Jane. <br />
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"You were <b>with</b> Jane?" he asked.<br />
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"I came with someone else and met her there, " I replied.<br />
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"I meant, " he said, "you <i>were in a scene with Jane</i>?"<br />
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"Yes, " I admitted, feeling a little shy, "I've had several scenes with Jane. We first met there."<br />
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Then everyone chuckled. Ken said, "How sweet. We're happy that you go to the same parties that we do."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-12844027602521955922009-09-21T10:18:00.001-07:002015-02-24T18:21:22.167-08:00Sometimes sleeping together is all you need to do<br />
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There are only so many hours in a day. Sometimes I'm just too tired to do all the things I'd like to. But I still find time to show my lady a little affection.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-18186866967177148302009-09-15T11:38:00.000-07:002015-02-24T18:34:26.294-08:00Meet the Family<br />
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meet the ladies<br />
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I met my adopted family members, ladies J & M (I'm keeping their names to one letter to protect their identity). I was honored to attend their regular "community" meetings usually on Sundays when everyone is home. They welcomed me into the family. I told them I would do whatever was needed to get their respect and stay a member in good standing.<br />
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I'm a single guy living with two older single women. A <i>pecking order</i> has been established: <b>J is the head of the household</b>, <b>M defers to J and I defer to J and M</b>. They outlined the <span class="yui-tag-spanyui-tag"><span style="color: red;">house rules</span></span> - basically keeping the common areas neat, respecting their privacy, helping with common chores and attending community meetings. They understand my limited time commitment as I have a p/t job and attending college. With my carpentry skills, I will be keeping the house repaired. The roof has leaks, the porch railings are loose, the exterior needs a new paint job, etc... They also discussed some future projects they would like me to consider building (more on this in a future posting).<br />
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The women want me to read more about OPEN relationships as it will be a recurring topic in their meetings.<br />
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At the end of the meeting, we held hands in a circle. They said "Welcome to our home, Dave". I said: "I am honored to be a part of your family, [J & M]".<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-78250320191938516252009-09-10T20:26:00.000-07:002015-02-24T18:34:51.845-08:00Reassurances from Kat<h3 class="entry-title" id="blog-title-div">
Reassurances from Kat</h3>
Anxious/uncertain how to step up with gf (J). She wants me to move in and be a part of her POLY household where she is the head. She told me to learn-up about FLR & POLY. I read Tristan Taormino's book about "Opening Up" and would like to join J and her gf. BUT - J expects me to play the role of a submissive and to obey her (FLR).<br />
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So I read most of the FLR forum posts at:<br />
http://atherfeet.myfastforum.org/index.php<br />
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But I was afraid to comment since I'm a total novice. So I entered into a chatroom with the sysadmin, Kat, to get advice on the forum. Excerpts of the chat are below.<br />
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I really appreciate Kat giving me her time.<br />
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I liked how she ended our long chat:<br />
"...Just relax and don't worry so much. Don't over think it all. Just talk to her and see what her thoughts are. What she is expecting. I do think this is something you want deep down."<br />
She's right, I do want to be with her (J) deep down. I do want to do what it takes.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">Dave (7:07 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: black;">yes, she has indicated that she prefers I submit to her sexually. she will tell me what she expects & I am to comply.</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:07 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">yes</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:07 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">okay</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:07 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">good start</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:07 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">so, I have a question for you</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">Dave (7:08 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: black;">yes?</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:08 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">how are you feeling about all of this?</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:08 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">is it freaking you out a bit?</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">Dave (7:11 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: black;">I am feeling two emotions - I'm excited and I'm getting a little freaked by this. I want to please her - as I said last night - I adore her. But I also feel I'm walking on a tightrope - afraid of doing the wrong thing - or maybe this isn't what I would like, but afraid to say no...</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:12 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">yes, I think it is just a bit too new for you yet</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #7a8180; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">Dave (7:13 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: black;">I still want to learn how to love her as she wishes</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:13 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">yes</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:13 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">and that is a great start</span><br />
<span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">....</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:15 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">nothing wrong with being new at this</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:15 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">in fact, she will probably love it</span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #6c53b8; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.5pt;">gentleDomme (7:16 PM): </span></strong><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;">because she can train you like she wants</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;"><em><span style="color: red;">I'm new and willing to learn from her. I hope she understands my situation and takes me up on my offer. I'm willing to do whatever it takes because deep down I do want </span></em></span><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;"><em><span style="color: red;">to be with her </span></em></span><span style="color: #0080ff; font-family: Tahoma;"><em><span style="color: red;">.</span></em></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626669015401781929.post-25056972701421481082009-09-04T22:12:00.001-07:002009-09-04T22:12:47.436-07:00Hi There - new to this - please be patient! -Dave<br /><div menubottom="0" menuright="0" menutop="0" menuleft="0" activeid="-1" expanded="0" style="display: none;" id="divCleekiAttrib"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com2