If you’ve read any of my past blogs you know I’m a sucker for being dominated.  Excitedly I stripped down and waited for the spanking to begin.

It started out a bit slow, once again due to Lyn’s gentle heart and deep caring.  She was holding back because she wanted me to be warm and comfortable.  Feeling a bit unsure of where things would go, I explained the importance of really throwing yourself into a dominating role when you’re the person doing the spanking.

Lyn took it very lovingly and seemed to really throw herself into it.  The whipping and paddling became harder.  At one point she even asked me if I was uncomfortable.  When I told her I was she replied, “Good, now stop whining until I tell you you’ve had enough!”  Very sexy!

After the beating she asked me how I wanted to cum.  I pointed out she should choose since she was the dominatrix.  She surprised me by choosing to give me a combination blow and hand job.  To top it off she chose not to cum herself.   Now tell me that wasn’t a 180 degree turn!

Interested in the whip?  You can get one from LoveHoney.  Perhaps you prefer the paddle – don’t worry, LoveHoney has them in stock too.

Sex dice, for those of you not familiar with them, are a set of die designed to be rolled at the same time.  One die gives an action (tickling, touching, licking, etc) whilst the other tells you which part of another person’s body to apply it to (lips, neck, boobs, etc).

After taking a few moments to warm the mattress we spaced ourselves out so we had room to roll the dice.  For 45 minutes Lyn and I took turns rolling and performing the various combinations on one another.

Though the experience was far from earth shattering it was a nice way to spend time with Lyn.

What I found to be positive about the sex dice:

• They started things off in a playful manner- though playfulness should be a constant it’s easy to allow tensions to slow things down.
• They were random- it’s so easy to forget how important variety is
• They were erotic-  The actions are designed to tantalise

*A special note for men to vastly improve the use of sex dice with your partner

On the location die there’s a question mark on one side.  Whatever you do, don’t always assume this is the symbol for the vagina.   Take action on parts of her body you don’t regularly touch.  You’ll love the reaction=)

If you want to get your hands on a pair of sex dice you can order them here.

Since it’s been awhile since we’ve used the cuff, she took a few minutes to consider how she wanted to kick off our bondage night.  After a few minutes of thought she aggressively cuffed my hands behind my back.   The metal cuffs bit into my wrists and I groaned in pleasure.  This turned out to be a mistake.  All though Lyn is exploring her dominatrix fantasies, she’s very gentle at heart.  When I groaned she immediately became concerned she’d hurt me.  Of course this took away from the role for a few seconds and slowed things a bit.

After I assured her I was fine, she recovered by alternating between spanking me and tickling me.  It felt fantastic until it was time to roll me onto my back.  Caught up in the play, I convinced myself I could easily roll over.  Big mistake!  I rolled over and found myself in true pain as the cuffs bit deeper into my wrists and forced my hands into the small of my back.

Lyn just giggled as she released my wrists and then cuffed them again in front of me.  Using her hand and mouth she brought me to greater excitement.   As I laid there as hard as a rock, she mounted my face and teased me by queening me for a couple of seconds.  I was going mad with excitement as she pulled off leaving me wanting so much more.  Slowly she slid down and mounted me.  Using a small vibrator on my balls and her clit she worked us slowly to climax.

I fully enjoyed the experience.  There’s just something about the woman being in control and me being completely powerless that really thrills me.  I will be looking forward to trying much more whilst being handcuffed.

For those of you who have played around with cuffs, I’d love to hear from you.  Tell me about some of the things you’ve tried.

There's No Time For A Quicky!

going. By the time we’d finished we could barely keep our eyes open. We talked about having sex, but in all honesty sleep was our number one thought. After batting it around for a couple of minutes we decided not to push it because after all we had to be up to see the boys off to school in only a few hours.

Upon waking to the sound of a massive wind storm followed by the alarm we went downstairs and sleepily performed

our parental duties. Once the boys were off we went back to bed with a cup of coffee. Whilst we were talking I found myself thinking of my earlier loss of sex and becoming increasingly excited at the thoughts of making up for it.

Giving Lyn one of my most charming grins, I made my imaginings known only to be told there wasn’t enough time. I assured Lyn I wasn’t looking for a lengthy power session but merely a quicky (something Lyn has expressed she finds quite erotic from time to time).

Instead of the prompt agreement and lusty follow up I longed for I got the response, “You don’t like quickies.” She then reminded me I’d told her this several times. She was right I had, but back then I said it so she’d understand I wasn’t a “Wam, bam, thank you mam” selfish smhmuck. Once she was aware of this, I didn’t know how to tell her quickies were good for me also.

So, I laid in bed hog tied by my own words. Once I’d explained all of this, there really wasn’t enough time even for a quicky. Does that suck or what?

Now I’d like to hear some wisdom from both men and women on this one. Please send me suggestions and comments on what you feel is the best way I could’ve avoided this situation, gotten my quicky, and not got left hard and humbled.

Due to the cold weather we went to bed at 9:00 p.m. Though we’d just seen an hour of television my mind was still chattering and I needed time to myself  in order to relax.  So, I suggested we read.  As fate would have it, Lyn was

thinking togetherness time and suggested reading a book jointly.

Being There Isn't Enough

At first I turned down the idea.  Then after  thinking about it I agreed to it.  Of course Lyn now felt jilted and refused to let me change my decision.  So off we went to our separate books with the agreement to get back together in an hour.

As I read, Lyn mostly slept. Knowing if I didn’t wake her there would be no togetherness time, I gave her a nudge each time she started snoring.  Each awakening brought another snarl.  When I woke her the final time to let her know it was time I had a sleepy bear on my hands.

When we started this sexual journey, Lyn said she wanted to choose the sexual adventures for awhile because it would help her growth.  So, I asked her what she had planned.  “Nothing.” was  the answer.  Now it was  my time to feel hurt.  What that said to me is, “Our time tonight isn’t worth two minutes of planning.”

As if that didn’t give the thought of sex a critical blow, it was completely terminated when Lyn said, “I’m committed!”

It was then I realised time commitment is all well and good (especially when you consider I didn’t even have that three weeks ago), but it’s not enough for me. Good sex in my opinion needs to have some direction.  I don’t want it to be so planned out it’s mechanical, but I don’t just want a guaranteed body either.

After double checking she meant “absolutely” anything, I whispered what I wanted in her ear.  She blushed like a school girl and began to stammer a bit.  I just grinned from ear to ear the rest of the way home.

To make a short story even shorter, you’ve never seen a bed changed so fast with such complete joy=)  Now I’m counting down time until business is finished and my dreams come true.

Lyn and I are curious as to how many people out there (men and women) enjoy anal sex and how often they’d have it if they could.   Let us know by answering this poll.

Last night Lyn and I crawled into bed at about 11:30 p.m.  The day had been particularly exhausting and neither of us felt revved and ready to go.  So, we just started talking about silly unimportant things to unwind.

As we chatted, Lyn began to stroke my chest.  For some reason it really didn’t feel good to me at the time.  Though I tried to just let it go, my face betrayed me.  All of a sudden Lyn stopped and said, “You look really bored.”  I tried to explain to her how I primarily feed off her energy to get excited and rubbing my chest really didn’t do it for me.

She seemed all right about it and told me she’d just concentrate on herself.  She rolled onto her back and began to masturbate.  It took less than 2 minutes to get my full attention and I rolled over to join the fun.  I knew I was in trouble when I pulled her to me and she was as stiff as a board.

I could feel the bad vibes and I rolled off asking her why she was upset.  She told me I’d made her feel cheap.  She’d expected me to respond favourably to the rubbing.  And when I hadn’t she got it in her mind I was shoving her off to get ready so I could just hop on later.  Though this wasn’t my intent, I understood how my actions and lack of response seemed to say just that.

We talked it over and worked it out.  But by the time we did I had no energy left.  I grabbed her in my arms, told her I loved her, and crashed.

Expectations killed the moment.  At first I believed it was her expectations.  But as I thought about it, I realised my expectations had also played a part.  I expected she’d just understand without me having to do anything different.

My opinion after thinking it all through is- sex is so much better when none of the participants have expectations of the others.

Now we’re not sure what we should do next.  We’ve knocked it down to four choices.  We’d be extremely grateful if you’d be willing to help us decide by filling in the poll below.

If you want to see even more of this sexy witch keep coming back and keep your eyes open for the opening of our new store.