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Chat up lines #9
Posted:Mar 16, 2018 5:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2018 12:06 pm
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Now this one has got me intrigued.

How do you suppose this tying would be done?

And would he lick me all over first then tie my nipples to my thighs afterwards? Surely being secured in this way, and I assume, ready to take my hard doggy would make some parts of me rather difficult to reach with a tongue?

Thoughts please. How would you (or your lover) achieve this?
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#2 The first of the night.
Posted:Mar 13, 2018 5:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 6:17 pm
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This screen shot is of the first time I came that night. I could be considered lucky. I can come multiple times, into the ‘I’ve run out of fingers and toes to count them on’ range and beyond. But the first is always my favourite. Not necessarily the most intense but always the best.

Numbers please. How many times is the most you’ve ever come in one session?
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#1 Lust
Posted:Mar 12, 2018 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 6:16 pm
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Back after a long break. With a series of stills from a night of passion caught on film.

Life is precious. Enjoy every moment.
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The words of my sub
Posted:May 28, 2017 1:48 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2018 10:22 am
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I thought I knew what I was in for when I was told how to dress for the journey. No pants, and cock and balls in the cage Mistress had bought me. And properly in the cage, no cheating, so that any hint of an erection causes severe throbbing and discomfort.

I understood Mistress's wishes - she knows full well that my filthy mind wanders, and I get excited about the thought of being allowed to touch and lick her pussy and arsehole, so she wants to punish me for having such selfish desires. She also instructs me to bring my other cock and ball toys, which she will no doubt lay out on the floor in front of me and select at her leisure which I should wear. And I know she has been shopping for me. And that is the most exciting part.

Normally when I come through the door to Mistress's house, we kiss and chat and have a beer. But she looks different this time. Determined. Alert. Dominating. She orders me to my knees immediately, and makes me crawl into the living room. And that's when I catch my first glimpse of it: the humbler.

Just saying its name makes me shudder. Mistress makes me pick it up and hand it to her, then makes me put on her welding goggles and orders me on all fours. She walks around me, I can sense her but not see her. I can only imagine what she is thinking. Then I feel her fingers run through my hair, and her hands on my face, cupping my chin. Her hands run over my thick shoulders and down my arms, pausing to squeeze my triceps and feel the hard muscles resist her touch. "Twenty press ups," she orders.

Mistress circled me as I performed the press ups for her. I could feel my arms bulging with the effort and my cock brushing the floor. When I finished, she ordered me to the edge of the sofa. "Tricep dips until your arms fail. At least thirty. And before you start, get that pathetic cock out of my sight." My cock had stiffened up involuntarily. "Between the legs. NOW," she barked, grabbing my cock and pulling it between my thighs, which I clamped around it. I felt it swelling more, cock and balls squashed between my strong legs. I knew she'd like seeing me like that.

The tricep dips were hard, the twin pain of my thick cock straining as I rose, and the fatigue in my triceps, already tired from the press ups. I knew Mistress wanted to see me properly fail, so I grunted away, urged on by her, until my weak arms gave out and I dropped to the floor, my cock springing out from its hiding place between my legs. "All fours. Now. Legs Open".

I knew what was coming next, and opened my legs obediently. Mistress stood over me, straddling my weakened body. I realised why she had fatigued my arms - they could barely hold me up now, and I was forced to slump forward, my back arched and my arse up in the air. She delivered a firm spank to each buttock as I let out a pathetic whimper. "Shut the fuck up," she ordered. Her hands circled my sculpted buttocks, feeling the firm flesh, squeezing and pinching. My heart stopped when she took a hand away as I anticipated the crack of flesh on flesh, unable to stop another whimper as she spanked me yet again.

Then the hands were gone from my arse, and she walked around me. She squatted down in front of me and with a hand on my chin, took off the googles and lifted my face to meet her gaze. Her legs were apart and her beautiful pussy was splayed before me, in all its beauty, glistening with her juices. I wondered if she had been touching it, wishing to god I could touch, lick or just sniff it, but knowing better than to ask. "Ready to be humbled, you little shit," she asked, and I nodded, fearful but excited by the prospect of surrendering my manhood to such an incredible woman.

Mistress gathered my balls in her hand and stretched them away from my body. Although they were swollen with three days' cum, they were soft, and succumbed easily to her touch. I felt the wood of the humbler against my leg for the first time and a wave of panic came over me. I didn't have time to think about it though. Mistress wasting no time clamping the humbler shut and standing back to admire the sight.

My strong, firm arse was up in the air and there, pulled back between my legs, my freshly shaved testicles were isolated by the crude device, my taut and shiny sack so completely vulnerable and exposed. My knees were well bent, it was the only position I could hold, as the wooden arms of the humbler gripped the back of my thighs and forced me into submission. My thick cock dangled between my open legs, not fully erect but semi hard, swollen with blood but the foreskin still tight around my helmet and dying to be drawn back.

Mistress circled me again, admiring the sight of this strong, masculine creature, who had pinned her down and fucked her, spanked her, grabbed her throat, face fucked her, pounded her arse and forced her to squirt in her trousers, now reduced to a toy - his testicles, the source of his masculinity and testosterone, clamped in this medieval device and now rendering him completely weak and helpless. Humbled by the humbler, and ready for Mistress's fun to begin....
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It's the truth! Honest!
Posted:Apr 22, 2017 10:43 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2018 11:27 pm
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A few days ago, I had a slightly unfortunate run in with a treadmill. I'm relieved to say that no one saw it, or worse still, uploaded a video of me landing in a heap on the floor to the internet.

I could have been a lot worse. The knees are healing ok and the resulting muscle aches are subsiding.

However, what has hurt the most is that people don't believe me when I say how my knees got grazed. Alas, this is one occasion where my injuries were from something way less fun than a good hard seeing to on the carpet.

Have you ever had any injuries that people have assumed were from kink/sex but weren't?
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Chat up lines #8
Posted:Apr 22, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2018 5:03 pm
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Despite being more than a little disturbed about the combination of a family member, a pet and some Sun-Pat, this email received did make think about the inconsistencies I often see when reading erotic stories.

The cousin here goes from girl to boy and back to a girl again all in the space of one poorly constructed sort of sentence. When browsing the web, I often read things along the lines of 'he entered her with his foot long, 8 inch cock' or 'he was the tenth man to fuck her virgin pussy'.

I may have read a few erotic novels in my time and generally find the writing to be poor and the stories lacking in some way or another. I'm yet to find an erotic book I love from cover to cover. I'll just have to keep on reading until I find one.

What's your favourite erotic novel and why?

p.s. If anyone says fifty shades of grey I will block them
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Gender neutral toilets
Posted:Apr 15, 2017 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2018 3:06 pm
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I work in a relatively large office as my home site with around 1000 people also based there. Movement around the building is restricted through pass cards that only let you into the wings that you are supposed to be in.

The male and female toilets nearest me have recently been refurbished, rather cheaply IMHO . Gone are the separate sex bathrooms and here to stay are gender neutral facilities.

I can now wee in a cubicle while carrying on an important conversation about vital business stuff with my male colleagues who are tinkling in the stalls next to me. And, importantly, it removes any awkwardness for those who are uncomfortable with traditional gender segregated facilities.

The resulting uproar this has caused has amused me greatly. Many women have requested special access to other wings via their access cards so they can wee in gender specific toilets. When I've asked why, the common response has been that some men are perverts and they don't want to wee while someone is getting off listening to them in the next cubicle.

I've pointed out that women can be perverts too and asked what the difference is. Not one person objecting on this basis has been able to provide a good response to this - they merely look at me like I'm mad to suggest that women could ever be this way. We all here on ALT know that there are girl perverts now don't we!

One woman has recounted her horror at going into the toilets to find a man weeing in a cubicle with, wait for it, the door open! While she couldn't see any of his dangly bits she was still shocked to the core. Now I do agree that this is inconsiderate, but it's hardly the most shocking thing in the world is it? She walked out in disgust. I would have shouted loudly in the hope of making him jump in fright with the obvious and unfortunate mid-flow consequences.

I, frankly, couldn't care less who hears me and have actually made some rather nice new male friends through chatting as we wash our hands as I've seen them in there regularly, our bladders clearly aligned.

What are your views? Fan? Indifferent? A necessity? Or would you hold it in?
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Out of practice
Posted:Apr 15, 2017 3:38 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2017 10:01 am
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Life has been a little manic over the past month or so with lots of change underway. But change, even if it doesn't always feel like it at the time, is generally a good thing. Most is outside of my control and I think I'm doing a pretty good job of rolling with it all and finding the positives.

All this has meant I've become a little out of practice at writing blogs but hopefully I can get back into the swing of it soon.

Another thing I've become rusty at is wearing heels. I used to wear them, teamed with a suit, every day at work. I'd think nothing of wearing high heels whilst commuting across London and beyond and keeping them on all day.

However, a general disinterest building over time combined with my impending departure from the company has led to me turning up for work looking, as a dear colleague described it, 'a bit scruffy' compared to the past. Still, I'm crossing off the days to go on a calendar and I'm sure there'll be a new found sense of smartness when I start working somewhere else wherever that is. There needs to be!

I recently decided to dress up a bit for an evening with my lover. After I'd set up the room (the one with the hook in the ceiling) as instructed, I donned a full set of black lingerie, a lacy LBD and heels. I walked around a bit to practice before he arrived and teetered somewhat but thought I'd be fine.

However, after his arrival, I barely made it up the stairs without breaking an ankle and after a few minutes of standing still with my dress hitched up around my waist and my arms tied above my head I developed terrible cramps in both legs to the point I had to ask to be let down slightly so I could take the damn things off.

What are you out of practice at?
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What animal is yours?
Posted:Feb 8, 2017 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2017 5:29 am
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During a recent discussion, made rather lively thanks to Messrs Miller, Hendricks and Tanqueray, the question of 'if your orgasm was an animal, which animal would it be?' came up.

After a lot of soul searching, and more than a little slurring, my answer was eventually articulated. I'm somewhat surprised I remember the response with such clarity.

Mine is a different animal at different times. But the overall conclusion was that it's mostly a stampede of raging wildebeest (I'm allowed to have more than one beast at a time). Second to to the stampede, it's a butterfly. A black butterfly with attitude and razor sharp wings, but a butterfly nonetheless.

What animal is yours?
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His gift
Posted:Jan 16, 2017 2:37 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2017 3:59 pm
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It was my lover's birthday recently and I'd wracked my brains for ages for an interesting gift for him. I like to give unusual presents, something different from a pair of socks, a bottle of wine or a weekend away. So, after a lot of searching, I settled on some shibari tuition from a wonderfully talented lady.

He's pretty good (in my opinion at least) at tying people up but it's all self taught and I thought it would be fun for both of us to get some professional input. We've been to various shibari events and the performances put on have been really interesting (aka erotic) to watch. And I, of course, enjoy him tying me up and having his wicked way with me.

So this weekend, I found myself:

- dangling up side down from a shibari ring from one leg with my arms bound behind my back.

- suspended sideways with my arms and legs bent and bound behind me.

- sat with my crossed legs bound, my arms tied behind me, my torso bent forwards and tied so I couldn't sit up with a rope around my neck (safety did feature highly in her tuition for those who worry) and my ponytail attached via rope to a shibari ring so my head was held high.

And, oh my goodness, do I ache today! Being inverted with all your body weight being supported by ropes solely around one thigh really bloody hurts. I also went bright red within seconds from all the blood rushing to my head.

I was upside down for no more than five minutes and off the ground for about fifteen. How those who perform professionally manage to do it so gracefully and without grimacing I don't know. So massive respect to those who make it look so easy.

Perhaps it's a question of practice makes perfect. We'll see as there are loads of things we want to put into practice at home. His enthusiasm for ropes has definitely been heightened from the experience. Maybe some pics will follow. Perhaps of me in a neck brace when it all goes horribly wrong

What have you seen that looks so easy but isn't in reality when you come to try it?
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