Happy happy joy joy!

Finally we have an apartment of our own. We got the news yesterday that we'd been approved. At the time it was like a massive weight lifted off me, and still it still hasn't fully sunk in. Master and I are ecstatic as you can imagine. We now have a little beach pad for summer. Not to mention all the privacy we could ask for. We get to move in early next week. Eeeeeeeeeee!

The meal rationing has been going well. Master is becoming more comfortable. As I already knew he is a natural at being in charge; he just hadn't had the chance. Now I just need to get exercising, maybe I can get him to order me to workout. :)

Master got quite excited last night and fucked the shit out of me. The kind of relentless hard pounding that makes my eyes roll back. When the pleasure is so intense I begin to cry with pain, but I just lie there and take it. Just the way we both like it. Hawtness!

Yay, yay, yay! So happy!
:)

OMG I met Sasha Grey!!!

Master and I went to Sexpo, a sex industry trade show of sorts. There are lots of stalls to buy things like porn, lingerie, vibrators and anything sex oriented. They have shows with pole dancers and strippers. You can have your picture taken with a porn star, get them to sign your DVD’s and generally have a good perv.


As exciting as it all sounds, it could be a lot better. It’s a little mainstream, and while most people are easily titillated, it takes a bit more to get me excited.


I went for the first time last year, and it was fun, the kind of thing you have to do once. This year was different. Sasha Grey was attending. She was hosting for G4TV who were doing a show on Sexpo. As soon as I found out, I knew I had to go (and stalk her).


My friend went the day before me (as it’s on for 4 days) and I got a message while I was out saying she had met Sasha and taken photos which she immediately posted to her Facebook page. Even though I was a little jealous, it was a good sign that I could meet her too.


Master and I had been at Sexpo for about 30mins and I had almost given up hope of seeing Sasha. I was in the middle of signing up to Australia’s latest political party, and the first I’ve ever been inclined to join, The Australian Sex Party. Master tapped me on the shoulder and I turn around to see a camera crew and tiny little Sasha Grey walking amongst them. OMG!!!! Wooooooooohhhhoooooooo!


I quickly finished what I was doing and then stood in awe for a few minutes not sure what to do. I hate being the gushy fan, but I couldn’t muster a cool exterior if my life depended on it. I didn’t know what to do at that point, but with a little encouragement from Master I tapped one of Sasha’s entourage on the shoulder and politely asked if I could say hello. After a few minutes and some talking to her manager we were allowed to say hello. In return we had to consent to being interviewed for her television show. Fine, I would have done most anything at that moment just to meet my hero.


So I got a kiss and a few hugs from Sasha Grey and was a jabbering mess who couldn’t string 2 sentences together. I wished I could have had some witty banter about sexuality and the liberation of the female sex drive, but it wasn’t meant to be. I did happen to tell her I worked as a Pro Domme, and that I loved her movies. I asked her about her visit to Sydney and had my photo taken with her. She was super lovely, relaxed and down to earth. I really wished I could just sit down and have a proper conversation with her, but meeting her was good enough. I was so excitable afterwards, and kept annoying Master with “OMG I just met Sasha Grey!”


Of course we went home and fucked each other’s brains out; as I’m sure many couples did after the show. When I awoke this morning I just lay there with a grin on my face thinking about meeting my porn-heroine. I was all warm and fuzzy inside.


I couldn’t tell you all this and leave it at that. Would you really believe me without proof? I had to blur my face out, but here is the evidence. She is more beautiful in real life than I expected too.

Tasks.

Besides the house situation, things are going wonderfully with Master and I. We had a really great chat the other day about how we see our future, and what kind of D/s relationship we want. Everything is so new and fresh, with so much potential. I explained to Master what type of things I crave from D/s, and encouraged him to think about and express his desires also. He is still finding his feet in this new world, and coming to understand the possibilities before him. Although I shared my ideals with him, I made it clear I didn't want to influence his desires. I want him to create and direct our relationship in his ideal, something that he has begun to do.
Part of what I expressed was a need to live submissively day to day, not just in the bedroom. We have the whole bedroom thing down to a fine art, now it's time to work on how we want our lives to be.
So we have begun tasks. This is a task. I had time to spare before my leg wax and I didn't know what to do. Master instructed me to sit in a cafe and update you all on how things are going. This may seem like second nature for most D/s couples, but Master is still getting used to his control, and getting his bearings at the helm.
We are both trying to get healthy, but I have a love affair with bacon and eggs so need a little help to resist. So Master decided to instruct me on what meals I can have. This morning I asked what I should have for breakfast and I was ordered to stay healthy and go with muesli and fruit. It was an enjoyable exchange for both of us. It may not always be convenient and it's not something that has to occur for each meal, but it really works for our development. I feel instructed and gain pleasure from this, and Master gets to practice asserting control.
I've also been pushing more decisions his way, like with the house hunting and things that affect our relationship. I am more than capable of making those decisions and he trusts my judgement, but I feel it's important for him to be reminded of what he has taken on, and the responsibilities of being the dominant. Soon it will be second nature. Everyday I feel him becoming more confident in himself and his new life.

This is my 100th post, and I couldn't go without sharing a little filth with you all.

So, last night we had such a great fuck. I know I always say our sex is great, but there is everyday great and there is porno-grade fucking.
Master had picked me up from work and I suggested we have sex since the house was empty. When we finally got home I was really tired and almost thought of leaving the sex till later. Luckily Master took control and just pushed me on the bed. He only removed my pants to my knees before pushing me back down on my stomach and fucking me from behind. So instantly I began to feel used, like just a toy. Yum! I love when he's fully on top of me, pushing his hands down on my head. I am unable to move under his body weight, and fantasise that he's raping me. I just have to lay there and take it. This just gets me so wet. Master rolled me over to my side and kneeled up fucking me while I held my legs to my chest. We love this position as it tightens my pussy and makes the sex really intense for both of us. Because of the curve in Master's cock, and the side I was laying on, the head of his cock was pounding right into my g-spot and I was coming in minutes. It's the kind of unrelenting, mind bending orgasms that have me in a state non-coherence; a blubbering mess.
Master was in fine form, really using his doll. He punched and slapped my body and face as I continued to come all over him. "Use me" I moaned as his thrusts grew faster. "What do you want?" "I want your cum, pleeeaaaasse!" Heehee, and of course I got it. Yummy! It was the kind of fuck we both needed, to de-stress and reset.

We had more sex later too, a little drunk but still yummy. I'm such a lucky girl!

:)

I want...

I’m dying for our own place. It’s been so long now that I’m used to sharing, but every now and then I have moments where I desire privacy with Master. Yeah I know, I’m addicted. Hi, my name is fuckdoll, and I am a sex addict. Well, actually I’m just addicted to Master’s cock. Heehee.

But I digress. What I’m craving is my own apartment. And that is code for ‘I want anal sex’. Not specifically right at this moment but in general. I want Master to just take my ass when he wants it. I want to be able to scream and moan as he stretches my hole. I could really go a fisting too. I want hours of fucking; having a whole afternoon to just fuck our brains out. I look forward to walking around the house in just heels and my collar. I want Master to take me when he wants, bending me over the kitchen bench at will. Mmmmmm yum!

We had the house to ourselves for a few days and it was so nice to make noise while we fuck. I love to let go; the sounds drifting out, or being violently forced from my throat. Master even had his moment of freedom. Usually quiet, he let out a deep groan after he came. I love that sound, it’s so masculine and animalistic.


I want, I want, I want.

No hurry.

Sometimes I rush, trying to get to an end result. Then I realise that the journey is half the fun. If we rush we can miss things, make mistakes, or force outcomes that need more time to develop.

I have these ideas of how I want our D/s relationship to be, and sometimes I get impatient that we aren’t there yet. I crave a structure and strictness that will take time for Master to feel comfortable in and make his own. It is no fault of his, just our journey.

I had one of those moments today.

I read so much about the lifestyle that I get caught up in the romance and desire, and forget that things take time. Our living arrangements also haven’t been conducive to living D/s day to day, so we take fleeting moments here and there. I also feel like I’ve found the person I want to be my Master, so I want to serve him every moment. Life just doesn’t always afford that.

So after my impatient moment I had a wonderful revelation: we have the rest of our lives. We have so much time to grow together, and to create and shape our ideal D/s relationship.

After that I relaxed a little and smiled, thinking about our future.




Master proposed to me just recently. I know, I’m bad for keeping the news to myself. Of course I accepted, with happy tears in my eyes. The interesting thing is we had both agreed that we didn’t need marriage in our future. Both of us having been married before, we decided it wasn’t necessary for what we had. Then out of the blue Master just popped the question. I burst into tears and was really surprised at how happy I was that he asked. I suppose it was the feeling that he really wanted to keep me. As he said, “I want you to be mine. I’ve put a collar around your neck and now I want a ring on your finger.” *SWOON*

So yeah, no hurry. Just enjoy the ride.

Perverted Dreams

I had a very strange dream last night, and what other place to talk about it than on my perverted blog. So get ready... it’s pretty fucked up.


I had to give my father a blowjob. Uh-huh, a blowjob... my father! And if that’s not bad enough I actually enjoyed it. I was getting so turned on in fact that I begged him to fuck me. Oh god, I can’t even write this without shaking my head in horror. So then I’m fucking my dad, and it’s really hot. Then even weirder is I take his cock out of me and it’s like a flower or leaf. It had a stalk and foliage at the top that had to be held together to insert. I know, fucking bizarre right.
That’s about it really. I’ve never had such a weirdly sexual dream. First time for everything right.


So, to divert the gaze from my perverted and fucked up mind I ask you all to tell me about your dreams.

Have you ever had a sexual dream involving family or inappropriate partners? Or, have you got any really strange sexual dreams that spun you out?

Do tell! Go on, you know you want to.

Temporary Pad

Sorry for being so quiet here recently. Master and I have moved in with a friend until we find our own place. We’ve been looking for some time now and it just seems so many people are looking at the same time. Our flatmates kicked us out, and the last few weeks were full of tension and stress. So it was nice to finally be out of there. Our friend’s place is really relaxed and we’ve had some very restful night’s sleep since being there. It also helps that the ex-flatmates cat isn’t screeching it’s head off constantly, which it had taken to doing daily for the last few months (mainly at 5am).

We should be able to stay where we are for another few weeks, but hopefully it won’t be long before someone approves our applications and give us our own pad. Master and I have been planning this for so long, it feels like it will never happen; and yet I know it will. It’s been really hard getting our hopes up about a place and then to be rejected, only to have to keep looking at more places. I’d really like to have a Saturday off from house hunting. Soon....soon.

Please forgive delays in posts as our routine is shifted around a bit. Will be back to normal soon I hope.

xxx