I'm a little tied up right now... (ADULT CONTENT)

Some people say there’s not enough bdsm in my blog, and they’re right, there usually isn’t. So I’ll change that right now.

As a bit of a break from my “Journey” series of blogs, as I’ve been working hard on that and deserve a break, and I’m sure you guys would like a break from that as well, I’m going to write a current day blog, just to mix things up a little.

So I’m not going to take you back to the ancient times of my teenage years today (well it feels like ancient times sometimes!), I’m just going to take you back a week or so to a Friday evening at home in the J and blogslut household!

I’d been home from work for about half an hour, I hadn’t got changed or undressed just yet – J likes me to stay dressed in my work attire for a while in the evening – so I was in a knee length black skirt, a white and blue fitted blouse with a bit of cleavage on view, a light blue bra, thong, and suspender belt combo, black stockings, and black 5” heels.

I knew J was feeling a little horny as he was being a little amorous, but then my phone rang so I began a conversation with my friend on the other end. I was on the phone for a few minutes, sitting on the sofa, when J sat down next to me and began kissing my neck. I broke off the conversation for a second to see if he wanted me to get off the phone, or if he could keep it in his pants for a little while.

He said no, and told me to stay on the phone, but carried on kissing me anyway. At this point I pretty much got the idea of what he was doing. Lately he’s developed a habit of molesting me (I say that in the nicest possible way lol) whilst I’m talking to friends or family. A week earlier he’d fingered me to an orgasm under the table whilst we were at a friends house. Not to mention another time recently where he got me to give him a hand job until he came over my face while I was talking to my mum on the phone!

So anyway, I was chatting away to one of my most talkative friends – not somebody you can get rid of in a couple of minutes – and he was kissing my neck and shoulders, which was followed by him groping me through my clothes, and then to him unbuttoning and taking off my blouse. My skirt was off next, and then my bra, and he really increased the difficulty of my conversation then by pinching, biting, nibbling and sucking my nipples, and slipping his hand inside my panties to gently rub my clitoris and insert one finger, then two fingers inside me.

He quietly told me to stay on the phone before he started pulling at the waistband of my panties – I lifted myself off the sofa to help him, and he slipped my underwear right off.

He continued his attack on my breasts and pussy as I carried on chatting, albeit absent mindedly, and my friend on the other side was completely unaware. It helped that she’s the kind of person who does most of the talking so I just had to say the occasional word or make the right sound of agreement .

He even got me to jack him off right by my face, literally inches from the phone, and even suck and lick the head of his ever growing cock during the parts of the conversation where she was talking so I didn’t have to.

Then he knelt in front of me, still indicating that I should stay on the phone and not try and end the conversation, he pulled me down the sofa a little and spread my legs before burying his face between my thighs, expertly flicking his tongue around my clitoris, first fast to work me up, and then slower to bring me down a little. I was holding the phone away from my mouth so my friend didn’t think our line had got crossed with a stalker, breathing heavily down the phone. And every time it was my turn to speak, he’d work my clit a little faster, or reach up and squeeze one of my nipples hard. I don’t know how my friend didn’t realise something was going on, I even practically yelped in pain down the phone one time when he pinched my nipple particularly hard. I explained to my friend that I’d just dropped something on my toe.

I’d been on the phone half an hour with all this happening, when J stopped, took me by the hand and ushered me up off the sofa. He led me up the stairs in nothing but my stockings and heels, telling me again not to end the phone conversation.

He had me lay on the bed on my stomach, I still had the phone to my ear as I rested on my elbows, and J walked around me, gathering various things from various places. Every time he walked in front of me he’d put his cock to my lips, place his hand on the back of my head and thrust all the way in a couple of times, before withdrawing, allowing me to do my best to carry on my conversation whilst he continued gathering things from around the room.

I noticed he had taken a couple of lengths of rope out, and I was really hoping my friend would stop talking and get off the phone before he used them. But she was well into the flow of talking, chattering on about her work and various other things.

J suddenly took the phone off me, pressed the speaker phone button and placed the phone on the bed by my head so I could still talk into it easily, and I could hear her without having it next to my ear. I knew I was about to find out what the ropes were for, and at this point he pulled my arms behind my back. Spreading my legs and pushing my feet up so they were against my ass, he proceeded to pull my arms to where my feet were and whispered to me to hold onto my feet. My shoulders were pulled back, so my back was slightly arched, keeping my head up off the bed. Taking the ropes he tied my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, in a strange hog-tie variation. I was now helpless, tied, teased and open to anything, lying on the bed, my phone on speaker on the bed next to my head.

My friend was still chatting away, and I was doing my best to carry on the conversation, although I hadn’t really heard anything she’d said in the past couple of minutes as I’d completely lost my attention span. But I was making the right noises and saying the right words at the right times, and she just kept talking.

J spent the next 15 minutes teasing me mercilessly – he’d also got a vibrator out, and he inserted it into me on a low speed. He was running his hands, lips and tongue all over me, walking around in front of me and placing his cock at my lips so I could suck it for a few seconds here and there. He was also occasionally moving my legs so they were in a less bent position, which pulled my arms with it, pulled my shoulders back, and caused my back to arch. It is a generally uncomfortable position – you can either relax your legs a little and it pulls your arms back, or you can relax your arms and it pulls your legs up. The times he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, I was actually relieved as it took the pressure off my arms and legs.

All the while during this I was making little sounds of pleasure and pain, and doing my best to maintain the phone conversation – I really wanted to hang up, but knew that J didn’t want me to be the one to end the conversation, he wanted it to come to the natural conclusion of my friend finishing what she wanted to talk about. I really don’t know how she didn’t catch on to what was going on, or at least have some general idea that I wasn’t really paying attention. I even feigned tiredness to try and get her to hurry things along and hang up.

A while later, after what seemed like an eternity, J removed the vibrator from me and placed the head of his cock there instead, teasing me some more, as he moved it around, brushing it against my clit, inserting the tip of the head into me. He pulled my hair again, lifting my upper body backwards towards him, and he whispered into my ear “do you want me to fuck you?”. I whispered back “yes” before he told me to beg for it, and he let go of my hair, causing my upper body to fall back to the bed. I tried to turn my head to look at him behind me, which was near impossible in this position, and I whispered a pleading “please” in his general direction, he just mimed with his lips and hands that he couldn’t hear me.

He carried on teasing me with his cock and fingers, driving me crazy, and I really couldn’t concentrate on the phone in front of me, but was trying so hard, even if it was just to try and take my mind off the complete and utter horniness that J had driven me to. I finally sensed that she may be finishing her talking and encouraged her to hurry along, telling her I had to go and that I’d maybe pop around tomorrow for a glass of wine. She must have sensed my urgency to get rid of her to some degree, as she said “ok, I’ll see you tomorrow” and we said bye, and I tried to use my nose to hit the off button on my phone, it didn’t work at all, I wasn’t even sure if she’d hung up or not, but I couldn’t wait any longer, so I just nudged the phone off the bed and onto the floor, and just screamed out “please fuck me, PLEASE!”

J didn’t need asking twice, I think he was as worked up as I was, so he just thrust into me, deep and hard, and fucked me for about 10 minutes. I’d been on the cusp of cumming since the vibrator was in me, so I was doing all I could to hold back, as I’m not allowed to cum without permission. But when J was close he asked me if I was ready to cum, I shouted out “oh God yes”, and a few seconds later he told me to cum for him, and as he came inside me, I screamed out in an intense and phenomenal orgasm.

As soon as J was finished he pulled out and walked around in front of me. He grabbed my head, thrust his cock into my mouth and right down my throat. I was helpless as I was tied up as he fucked my face for a couple of minutes, emptying a few last drops of cum into me.

After pulling out, he went to get washed up whilst I was left tied on the bed. He came back a couple of minutes later, untied me and we cuddled on the bed for a while.

Until next time everybody, and if it’s a holiday weekend where you are, then please have a good one! :-)

The Journey… Chapter Two – My Seventeenth Birthday

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The Journey… Chapter One – Growing Up

This is Chapter One of a multi-part series of blogs, describing my journey through life and how I found the D/s lifestyle. Hope you enjoy, and please bare with me through the boring bits – the story builds through the chapters...

Growing up in a fairly small town in South Wales, a town that most city dwellers would consider rural, even though we were practically at the cusp of the bright lights and high luxury living compared to many other towns and villages not too far away, it’s hard to really explain how my interest in the world of D/s began.

Nothing around me in my childhood and teenage years gave me any exposure to that kind of lifestyle. I was just a fairly shy and quiet girl, and yet still quite a girly girl. I had a few boyfriends in my teens, but nothing too major, and despite being somewhat pretty, I hadn’t blossomed quite yet, so I was by no means the most popular girl with either the boys or the girls. I was a happy medium, a “floater” when it came to the high school cliques. I was friends with the popular groups, but equally friendly with the smart kids and the sporty kids.

My parents thought I was a pretty good daughter, I wasn’t into drugs, or smoking, or drinking, I didn’t stay out too late, too often, and anything I did do wrong, they rarely found out about, so I was seemingly a picture perfect daughter. I even had a busy extra-curricular life, with a keen interest in gymnastics, which I did between the ages of 8 and 16, finishing with a lacklustre and failed attempt to become a rhythmic gymnast of national level. Rhythmic Gymnastics is the one where you jump and dance around with the big ribbon – just so you know! Lol

I was the apple of my dad’s eye, his only little girl (I have two brothers, one younger, one older), but I idolised my mum and loved her to pieces. She was everything I thought a woman should be – she always made the effort to look nice, a bit of make-up, nice feminine clothes, she was a good wife and mother, and she was independent. She worked, she was smart and intelligent, and she brought in her own share of the household income.

So where did I go wrong?! LOL ;-p

I’m not saying I had the perfect childhood, but I’m certainly not going to complain about it. It was pretty good, I felt loved and supported, and it’s set me up with good principals and a good base model to follow for when I have my own family in the future.

I came out of my shell a little when I was about 16 or 17. My friendship groups expanded as I left school and began at college, and my personality began to flourish as I developed my own identity. I was a bit of a “follower” at school, I liked what everyone else liked, my music taste was what everyone else listened to, I shopped where everyone else shopped. I was the typical shy, non-confrontational teen who fitted in with everybody because I had become the same as everybody. Looking back I can see how I envied the “individuals” at school. Some loved them, some hated them, but at least they were who they were!

My college was a bit further away from my hometown, so I guess you could say my horizons had expanded and I followed in my mum’s footsteps in becoming more independent and self-reliant, taking a weekend job in a nearby hotel, cleaning the rooms and helping with other minor chores around the place, to fund my travel and expanding social life. And meeting new people meant I could start afresh and be a new me. I felt renewed and re-invigorated.

I know what you’re all thinking – this blog is boring, where’s the sex and slutiness?!

Be patient my loyal followers, I’m about to turn 17 when my sexual experiences start, and all of this was just setting the scene for when I turn 18, move 200 miles away from home to go to University, and find my inner-slut!

So it was Valentine’s Day of the year 2000 when I finally lost my virginity, at the ample age of 17 years, 4 months, and 4 days. My college boyfriend was the guy it happened with – we’d been dating for nearly four months, and he’d been wanting it to happen for about, I don’t know, 3 months and 29 days! Lol. We’d got to “second base” several times already, getting half naked, fumbling and fondling under clothes, and he’d got a few hand-jobs just to keep him happy.

He had the house to himself as his parents were out for the evening, and to be fair to him, he’d set the scene just right. Candles, soft lighting, soft music, it was generally how a girl wants her first time to be. We kissed, we took it slowly, we explored each others bodies, I gave him the first of many blow jobs that he’d be getting over the next several months from me, and we progressed to the bedroom and made love for the first time. And it was a very enjoyable first time at that – he was just the right mix of gentle, forceful, and guiding, taking the lead due to his slightly greater experience.

We dated for several months after this and we developed a very good sexual relationship, learning a lot from each other, and we both enjoyed the occasional “game” where he just “took” me, just taking control and having his way with me no matter what.

I was going to say that it was the first time I realised that I enjoyed giving away my control to the guy for sexual matters. But actually it was the second…

To be continued...

Chapter Two will be posted in the next 7-14 days, in the meantime, please feel free to e-mail me your thoughts, feedback and comments. I can be found at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk - you may need to add me to your "safe list" if you don't want my reply to get caught in your spam filter.

Black, White, & Diamonds

Just a little blog adapted from a recent e-mail conversation… I’m working on a series of blogs that should keep you all entertained over the next month or two – so keep ‘em peeled! :-)

I’ve been to many “black tie” events in my time, it’s always a lot of fun to incorporate just a bit of sluttiness, and to see how far you can push the envelope without making too much of a scene.

The obvious most daring thing you can do at a black tie event, for a girl anyway, is to go in a colour other than black. It makes you stand out in the crowd, especially if it’s a bright colour - red is the obvious colour to go with.

And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve worn red to black and white affairs. I’ve also worn purple, blue, and one time even a yellow evening gown, all in the name of being “the centre of attention”.

It’s not always appropriate though, if it’s somebody else’s special occasion, it’s a little harsh to overshadow them too much. But Christmas parties and the like are fine, I hate wearing black to Christmas Parties – how dull and boring is that, it’s a time for bright colours and joviality!

Sometimes it backfires though – for instance I once wore a red dress to a large black and white themed party, only to find I was one of about 20 or so women to do so. I was absolutely devastated, it looks so desperate to everybody else when you have that many women trying to be the centre of attention by wearing garish colours.

If you stick with black though, you have two options – go short, go revealing, and have the smallest piece of black material wrapped around you as possible. Or, if the event isn’t appropriate for that kind of activity and you want to go more traditional and elegant, it poses a million questions about how you can still let that slutty side out, but it also offers a million subtle but fantastic opportunities.

One time at a “black, white and diamonds” affair, I remember I wore a black fitted strapless dress, it was a very pretty and elegant dress with only a tiny bit of cleavage on display, just past the knee in length but with a moderate split in the back. Underneath I didn’t wear any bra or panties, but I did wear a black six strap suspender/garter belt, black seamed fully fashioned stockings (which are a general must wear item for any elegant event), and the outfit was finished off with black 6” heels. A bit of diamond jewellery as well of course, to go with the event theme! Actually, I couldn’t afford diamonds, so I wore sparkly fake gems! lol

I wasn’t with a date, but I was with some friends. This was a few years ago now, I did have a boyfriend – of the vanilla variety – but he wasn’t with me. The actual outfit was chosen by an online “friend” I had at the time, who I was messing around with to get my D/s kicks during the time when I wasn’t getting enough of them in real-life.

Just general little things I did throughout the evening – flirting, trying to show a little extra cleavage or leg on occasion, and several occasions of hiking my dress up to adjust my stocking tops at quiet times when it was feasible to think I was generally alone or out of view, but when really I knew there was somebody who could clearly see me. And of course I got groped a few times out on the dancefloor – and I’m fairly sure those guys would have realised my underwear choices (or lack thereof) for the evening.

My behaviour for the evening was generally instructed of me by my online friend as well, and he also had one final instruction of me – to do something extra slutty and out of character. But he did remind me to stay safe as well.

One of my girl friends that I was with was getting quite friendly with a guy, that guy was there with a friend, so when I was hanging with her at various points during the evening, I ended up chatting with him a little. And as the evening progressed and my friend wanted to leave with the guys, she convinced me to go with them, up to their hotel room. I had no intention of having sex with anybody, so this story isn’t going where you are thinking… but I thought about my “extra slutty, out of character” instruction, and I thought there was some room for manoeuvre here without going too far.

But back at their hotel room, we had another drink and we progressed to playing cards for some reason, don’t know why. Which then progressed into my friend – not one of the guys – making a “strip poker” joke/comment, and before you know it, we all agreed, and I’d pretty much decided that my “out of character” task would be that I would take my dress off and reveal what I was (and wasn’t) wearing beneath it.

Shockingly, and probably thankfully, I wasn’t the first to lose a hand. My friend lost first, taking her top off to show off her bra underneath, then my friends guy lost his top as well before I lost. When I lost I got up slowly, turned around so my back was to everybody, unzipped my dress at the back and slowly lowered it down, glancing over occasionally, watching everybody’s jaws slowly drop as it got lower and lower and they realised how little I had on underneath. Once it was off I used my hands and arms to cover my breasts and pussy and sat back down at the table, still doing all I could to cover up. It was so amazingly exciting and exhilarating.

I probably should take this moment to mention another “accessory” that was part of my outfit, chosen by my online friend. A set of “Love Balls” inserted inside me. So not only was I incredibly horny already from having them in all night, I had to take extra care covering myself up to make sure they weren’t noticed, and the horniness of the whole situation didn’t do anything to help me in any way. A horny girl in a horny situation trying not to do anything too naughty is a very difficult situation indeed.

Anyway, just one more hand of cards later, and we decided to call it a night. It was getting late already, and the game was already starting to lose some focus with my quick loss of all my clothes. So we all put whatever clothes we’d lost back on, and the one guy walked me back to mine and my friends hotel room, while my friend and her guy got their chance to say goodnight in a little more privacy. So we walked down the hall, down in the lift to our floor, and onto our room, just sharing idle chit-chat. When we got to my door I think he obviously wanted a little more than I was going to give him. I let him down as gently as possible, we shared a kiss and I went inside and he went on his way. Hopefully I’d given him a fantasy situation to think about when he got back to his room! Lol

About 15 minutes later my friend arrived back to our hotel room – she’d had a “quicky” with the guy she was with before leaving, and was a little disappointed I hadn’t kept the other guy “occupied” longer to give her a little (or a lot) more time.

My friend and her guy actually dated for a few months after this – I never saw either of the guys again though, which was a bonus really as that is what I’d really hoped for!! My sultry strip in front of strangers I only saw once. A slutty girl fantasy come true!

And that was about it for that particular black tie event. And I think I passed all of my tasks and instructions from my online friend and he was very happy and excited to read my very detailed report of the evening’s events.

Sorry for the briefness and randomness of this blog – I do have an exciting series of blogs planned and in progress looking at my descent into the D/s lifestyle. I really hope you’ll enjoy that series, it’s looking like it will be split out over about 5+ blogs and probably over a two month time-frame. I’ll hopefully post other blogs between them as well though, to keep things spiced up!

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