How to Scare Friends and Alienate People: Or, Why I am in the Dungeon

If you’re not following Mrs Fever’s blog, you should be.
That picture is a link. Click it. Follow. She is sexy. She is philosophical. She is a little educational(!). She is very real.

And she has graciously hosted a guest blogger series on several different topics over the last couple of years, a few of which I have taken part in. She is currently hosting a series on “Coming Out”–on being your authentic self.

There are already posts up from this week that are well worth reading and commenting on. And today, my post is up. You can read this HERE.

Caught Your Eye, Across the Room

“There’s a certain decadence,” he opined. “In reading something and listening to your woman pleasure herself, just… enjoying the noises she makes.”

I suppose this is especially true when you’re doing it for the sake of his pleasure, and he knows it. You could be doing it anywhere else: in the shower, in the next room, not in ear shot, not right beside him, not so close he could smell your pussy. But you chose for him to hear you, to listen to you come while you touch yourself.

Then you come.

“Did that feel good, baby?”

“Yesss… yes,” you pant.

“But I think you need another, because you got my dick hard,” he murmurs. Continue reading

Milestones and Misconceptions

WordPress tells me that yesterday (8/16) is the five-year anniversary of my blog. It’s only actively been in this incarnation since around… January of 2012, but I have been writing here since 2009. WordPress is also telling me that I’m nearing my 500th post on this blog (that includes private posts). I’m thinking of some way to mark the passing of the blogiversary and the 500 posts, but I’m not sure how yet? This is part of my rather intense need to mark every milestone in some way–I can’t let birthdays, anniversaries, holidays pass without some fanfare. Being my friend or lover is dangerous business around your birthday! Ask Sir. =P
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TMI Tuesday: Consumerism

Thank you to Virtual Sinner for today’s TMI Tuesday questions.

buying behavior tmi graphic

Consumer purchase behavior is much studied. These questions are about your buying behavior with respect to different products.

1. Name a category for which you are very fussy and only one product will do. Name the product.

Uhm, the only thing I could think of is Bras! I’m busty and it’s really hard to find bras that fit me perfectly. So I only shop for bras at Cacique because they have cup sizes from B to J (I think) and something like band sizes from 34-54. Cacique is like Vicky’s Secret for really busty women (I say this and what I mean is Busty women can shop at VS too, but not -always- and I really just like Cacique cos they have sexy bras for busty women, not just white and old lady-ish).

2. Name a category for which you are fussy about quality and buy top-of-the-line brands.

Food. I cook a LOT and dabble in many different cuisines. I love the culture of food, and I love quality food. So I’m very picky about what brands I buy, about fresh foods, etc.

3. Name a category for which you are most interested in price, and will buy whatever brand is cheapest.

Hard liquor in bulk? Hah. When I’m throwing a party, I buy vodkas like Popov and UV and Pinnacle. You can get each of those for under like 9 bucks. LOL

4. Name a category for which you are unable to find a satisfactory product.

Strangely… shampoo. I can’t find one to stick with and change every time the bottle is out.

5. Name a product that has disappeared from the market for which you have been unable to find a satisfactory substitute.

Demon in the Dark soap from Lush cosmetics. It had an amaaaaazing minty/apple/hint of clove scent. Wish I would have bought another bar before it was discontinued! Also! My “signature scent,” so to speak. Luckily, I can still buy that direct from the company. :]

6. Name a product that you buy that your mother or father used to buy.

Uhm… I don’t know. Technology? Windows OS and HP products for the most part. I dunno, my parents and I are sooo different and as an adult I’ve really developed my own tastes.

7. Name a product that you won’t buy because your mother or father used to buy it.

Kraft mac and cheese, wonderbread, oscar mayer beef bologna, chef boyardee anything. I ate waaaaay too much of that stuff as a child.

8. Name a product that is over-rated.

Umbrellas. Feel the rain on your face for once, it won’t kill you.

9. Name a product that is under-rated.

I always say this, but it applies here too: leg wear. Fuck. Never underestimate good leg wear. Stockings, socks, tights, thigh highs, knee highs, see through, opaque, black, red, pink, white, fishnet, lace tops, tight, slouchy, etc. Just… buy some, please. It will change your life.

Bonus: If there was one product that you would re-invent or improve, what is it?

I want wireless ear buds more than life. It would make my whole life so much easier. I know some people use like… blue tooth for listening to music, but I hate blue tooth. I ear buds that are wireless, period.


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

The New Normal

We were talking about behavior modification. I was curious what he thought about it. Then:

“Is that why you consider yourself a Dominant rather than a Master?”

“The meanings are interchangeable.”

“No difference then?” I asked.

“I am the Master of someone, through Domination. Long term, short-term, doesn’t really matter. It’s just a title,” he said.

“But you would say there is a difference between a submissive and a slave?”

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But I Do Love a Good Sequel

Or: A Happy Homemaker makes for a Happy Home.

Live from WordPress, It’s the Fatal and Sir show!

SIR sits in a chair while FATAL unbuttons just the first few buttons of his shirt. She wets and warms his face with a hot hand towel. When she is done, FATAL slings the towel over her forearm and she lathers his face from cheekbones to chin to throat, making sure that the lather is thick and fully covers his face. FATAL grabs a fresh, sharp razor from the sink and proceeds to shave SIR’s face carefully and meticulously. FATAL uses just the very tips of her fingers to tilt his head this way and that, watching him all the while, for signs of pain or discomfort. SIR sits serenely with his eyes closed.

When FATAL is done, she returns to the sink for a clean, hot towel and proceeds to pat SIR’s face clean. FATAL goes about cleaning up the shaving supplies, throwing the towels into the hamper for the morning laundry and wiping down the sink. When she returns to his side he is running his fingers over his cheeks.

SIR: Good?

FATAL: Yes. You approve?

SIR seems unsure but a smile slowly spreads across his lips. SIR taps his cheek.

SIR: A peck here, for approval.

FATAL smiles demurely and leans in close to SIR and plants a little peck against his cheek.

SIR: Your thoughts?

FATAL smacks her lips playfully.

FATAL: Feels perfectly fine to me.

SIR: How very good. I think I need a few more though.

FATAL: Some kisses?

SIR nods. FATAL perches on his knee, and SIR wraps his arms loosely about her waist. FATAL plants a kiss on each cheek, and small and quick kisses just along the very edge of his jawline, ending at his earlobe. SIR chuckles at the last. FATAL swoops in a steals a kiss from his lips. SIR returns the kiss in kind, stealing a second, less chaste kiss.

SIR: Anything that needs doing around the house, dear?

FATAL leans in to give SIR’s ear a quick nip of her teeth and whispers very quietly: Nothing but me.

SIR pats FATAL’s thigh and FATAL blushes profusely.

SIR: Is that so?

FATAL blushes a deeper shade of red and SIR walks his fingertips up the inside of her thighs, past the tops of her nylons, toying with the garters. FATAL eases her knees apart just so. SIR clucks his tongue at her brazenness. FATAL presses her face to SIR’s shoulder and he continues to move his fingers, up and down, back and forth, from knee to the tip-top of thigh and back again.

SIR: Come now, what dirty little desires are lurking in your head?

FATAL presses her hips forward, just once, when SIR’s fingertips are near, and slides her fingers into his hair, massaging and tugging and caressing it.

FATAL: Nothing too dirty, dear. Just a desire to please you… and to beg to be pleased.

SIR pinches FATAL just on the inner thigh, just hard enough to make her yelp.

SIR: Go to the bed.

FATAL climbs off of his lap, unties her apron and leaves it on the side of the sink before heading into the bedroom and climbing atop the large bed, until she just sits right in the center of it, her heels pressed against the edge.

And we can’t show you this part, folks! The NAB would have our hides! Next time, on the Fatal and Sir show…
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