Monday, June 28, 2010

Happy Blog Birthday To Me

I mentioned briefly a few weeks ago that my first blogging anniversary was coming soon, but I thought I'd bring it up again because today (Monday June 28) is the first anniversary of my first post.

And I want to thank all the readers and those who stop to by to comment for showing so much interest in the blog.

In many ways, it's more your blog than mine because so many of you have been so kind of comment on the various topics that I have posted for discussion.

And thank you for following my Lisa's Training series, especially those who took the trouble recently to go back and read all of the earlier chapters. I know I haven't done a good job of updating the series in the last few months, but I promise that I will try to better in the future. I enjoy the fact that so many of you seem to be captivated by my fantasies. I've added more BDSM to the series as I've gone along, but most of you have welcomed that turn in the series.

And even when I branched out and talked about walking the beach and various odds and ends items, you tended to be supportive. I can't thank you enough.

Of course, I have to thank my mentor, PK of elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com, for encouraging me to write the first six chapters for her FF series (if you'd like to write a story, she would certainly welcome it) and for encouraging me to start a blog and for setting it up. And for Bonnie of bottomsmarts.blogspot.com for linking to it virtually the first day I posted to let so many of you know I had started it. Her tireless work has helped link this community together.

I also welcome any feedback on my blog. My email address is on the front page. Feel free to comment with any suggestions.

And want to leave you with what I think was an interesting toast at a wedding anniversary party for my sister-in-law (their 40th) that we attended over the weekend. The toast was a version of May the best of your days be the worst of your tomorrows.

They had that toast at their wedding and repeated it at the party. Kind of an optimistic note that the worst is already behind us. Let's hope it is.

Oh, and one more thing, I want to recommend that you do a lot of videotaping of every big and not so big family event. Years from now, the videos will be priceless. They had a DVD playing of their wedding that they told me I had originally filmed in Super 8 although I had forgotten I had done it. I don't even know how many of you are even old enough to remember Super Eight. Each cartridge only took about 3 minutes of film and there was no sound. Since the DVD was 20 minutes left, I must have used about seven cartridges. But seeing the films all these years later was pricless. And fun to watch except for the fact pf the evidence that we've all gotten older. And, hopefully, wiser although I can't vouch for that.

And wish you all good health and much help and happiness in the next year. And for all those lurkers out there, don't be shy. Stop by and comment.

And same time, same place, next year. Hope you will all be here.

FD

Monday, June 21, 2010

Lisa's Training Chapter 11

This is the latest installment of my series about the Training of Lisa, a yong professional woman who's a tiger in the boardroom and a slave in the bedroom. In the previous chapter, Lisa had been collared by her Master and agreed to become his slave. She knew what that meant. She would obey and submit to him without question. She was totally under his control but she craved this status. She wanted to serve him. He'd then taken her out to dinner in a fancy restaurant when she learned serving him wouldn't be easy. She twice had to expose her breasts to a stranger, which embarressed her and then the stranger (she didn't know he was Master's friend) was allowed to give her a hard spanking in the limo on the ride to Master's home. We pick up the story on their arrival. If you want to read the previous 10 chapters, they are in the archives. and let me know if you would like me to do more chapters.

Training Lisa Chapter 11

Lisa's ass was burning and she was so wet as she walked up to the steps of her Master's home that her juices were dripping down her legs.

The stranger's spanking in the limo had that effect on her. It was harder than any spanking her Master had given her and left red welts on her ass. And the beating slammed the buttplug deeper into her ass and she still had the soaked thong in her mouth that prevented her from screaming out. And then there was the humiliation of knowing the limo driver could watch in the rear view mirror and see her in torment.

Still, the spanking eventually sent her into subspace, her endorphins kicked in and she was flying and she could feel herself getting wetter. By the time, he finished, she was in a daze but a good daze. She was content she had served her Master.

As they entered her Master's house, she was surprised the limo driver had been invited in too. She didn't know he was a friend of Master's. All she could think that he was another stranger Master wanted to expose her to.

After they entered the house, Master replaced her Tiffany's collar that she wore in public with a dog collar that was a symbol of the fact she was his pet as well as his slave. He also took the soaked thong out of her mouth that had stopped her from crying out in the limo. She knew he didn't mind if she cried in his home. It was so isolated that she knew nobody could hear her screams when she was beaten -- if a beating was in his plans. She never knew what he wanted in advance. She just submitted. She wanted what he wanted to give her.

He then unzipped her dress and she stepped out of it. She was now naked in front of three fully clothed men -- his Master, the stranger and the limo driver. That made her feel even more exposed. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe she was doing this and yet she knew she wanted it. And her Master was very pleased with her reaction. From their first contact online, he had sensed she was a matural sub and that he could mold her into the slave he wanted. And he was proud that his instincts were right. She craved being controlled. She was so wet most of the time that she often had to bring a second pair of panties to work because the first ones would be soaked by mid-day. He had tapped into the submissive side of her personality.

Exsept for the throbbing in her pussy and her wet panties, there was no sign at work that anything had changed. She was still the dominant alpha female who ran the show and had the males in her office quivering shen they were called to her office because they feared they had make a mistake. And she liked being in charge at work. She liked showing there was no glass ceiling for women in the work place. Hilliary may have made 17 million cracks in it but she wanted to shatter it. There was no limits on what she wanted to achieve. She relished the fact that her subordinates feared her. She felt a touch of fear was good in the workplace. It motivated her underlings to be on their toes and be at their best at all times. She knew they called her a bitch behind her back and she actually was pleased by that characterization. It showed she was no pushover. She knew at meetings that when she tapped her pencil on the table, they knew she was unhappy.

And yet there was this other side of her. Even she didn't understand it. All she knew is that submitting outside the office was a total turn on for her. It kept her aroused. She was like a bitch all right when she was serving Master -- a bitch in heat. She was thrilled when he made her his slave. Even the pain from the beatings was a turn on for her. The pain turned into pleasure and when it was over, she was proud of the stripes and the welts. And her Master knew to mark her only where it wouldn't show at the office under her power suit.

And her Master kept upping the ante, testing her limits and she found there were none. She would do what she was told to do. Granted, it wasn't easy to expose her breasts to a stranger, but she did it because he wanted it. And it wasn't easy getting spanked by stranger, but the repeated blows started the throbbing in her pussy that she got from Master's spankings.

And now she stood naked in front of the stranger and the limo driver. Even her Master could see she was embarrassed. But not that she complained. And he was thrilled that his training was going so well that she would submit to strangers -- even though she didn't know they were his friends. But he decided to make it easier on her. He put a blindfold on her so she couldn't see who was doing what to her. She would feel it and hear it, but not see it.

And then he told her it was inspection time and she put her hands on her head and spread her legs. She was completely exposed to them. And he said, "Gentlemen, you can now explore my slave.''

She wa told to open her mouth and she felt fingers in her mouth rubbing her teeth as if she were a prized race horse instead of a bitch in heat. And then she felt her breasts being cupped and squeezed and her nipples being pulled and she heard her Master says, "Aren't you impressed with her tits? So round and firm. And then she felt them being sucked on. She couldn't believe this was happening. A stranger was sucking on her tits and it was affecting her. Yes, she had to admit that she was getting wet. The humiliation was a turn on for her. And then she felt hands coming down her smooth, flat belly. The hours in the gym had worked wonders on her figure. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. And then she felt fingers on her clit. She couldn't help herself. She started to moan because it felt so good. And she tried to buck her hips into those fingers until her Master told her to stand still. She obeyed but reluctantly. And then she felt fingers going into her pussy and she knew what they would find. And when the fingers started massaging her G spot, her knees almost buckled because it was such a turn on. She was soaking wet. She wanted relief. It was so hard for her to stand still when she wanted to writhe. And then she felt fingers on her lips and she opened her mouth and was told to suck them off. She knew she was tasting her own juices. She loved that taste. So sweet. And tasting them off a man's finger's was even better than tasting them off her hand.

She was then turned around and they admired the welts from the the spanking she had gotten in the taxi. And she heard the men complimenting the Master on his fine slave and how well she was trained. It made her proud because she knew her Master would be pleased with her.

And then she was turned around again and Master took her hand and said she was to go to her knees. She figured she knew what was coming next and it excited her. Yes, she felt a cock on her lips and she opened her mouth to welcome it. She loved cock. She loved the smell, the texture, the way it got it bigger in her mouth. And she had learned to control her gag reflex because she knew men loved her to take it deep. And then she asked if she could could swallow. But her Master had another idea. He told his friend (she was blindfolded and didn't know which one it was) to pull out of her mouth and come all over her face and hair. It was the ultimate in humiliation, but she had to admit she felt a tingle in her pussy. Being used and abused always turned her on.

She was then pulled off her knees and bent over a chair. She felt the buttplug being pulled out of her ass. And then she felt her ass being lubed. She knew that meant she was going to be fucked in the ass, but she didn't know which one of the men was going to do it. But she didn't care. She loved the sensation of having a big cock being plunged deep into her ass. She didn't know who was doing it but his cock was big and she loved the sensation as he withdrew and then pounded into her time and time again.

And then another cock was plunged into her ass so she figured both strangers had taken her. She figured her Master had saved her pussy for himself. And she wondered what he had planned next.

She was exhausted, she had welts on her, cum on her face and her hair, but she was always ready for more.

She would submit. She always did.

The End

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Viagra for Women???

I don't know if you saw the story on the elusive search for a so-called Viagra for women pill.

On Friday, the FDA will ask a panel of experts to weigh in on a drug for premenospausal women who report a lack of sexual desire. But the FDA reported that two studies showed the drug failed to show a significant increase in sexual desire. And it noted side effects, including dizzyness, depression and fainting.

Part of the problem is that women's sexuality is so complicated. They reported that for men it's a "major mechanical concern,'' mainly blood flow to the penis.

It said the FDA has approved a handheld vacuum device that increases blood flow to the clitoris to increase sexual arousal. But i don't know that simply increasing blood flow to the clit will do it for many women.

It also said up to 40 per cent of women suffer from some form of sexual dysfunction.

My take on all this is that women's sexuality is much more powerful than a man's. They have more erogenous zones. They can have multiple orgasms easier than a man. But the problem is that what else is going on in a women's life has a big effect on her sexuality. Men are always ready for sex.

But if a woman is exhausted from working all day and then has to handle the kids and dinner, she may not be ready to jump into bed. And then there are the men who, frankly, don't know how to treat a woman in bed. They're either clueless or selfish and just want their own pleasure instead of slowly bringing a woman to a sexual high until she's so aroused that she's begging for more. A good lover should make sure the woman gets pleasure before he cums himself.

Even the story quoted a female professor as saying, "In most cases lack of sex drive has more to do with the quality of a woman's relationship and lifestyle than brain chemicals.'' I think men who know how to treat a woman can help solve the problem easier than a pill.

And I think women who aren't getting pleased by the men in their lives should speak up instead of just waiting for him to finish.

Anyway, I am curious to hear your thoughts.

UPDATE: A federal advisory panel last Friday voted unanimously against recommending a drug to treat female sexual desire disorder, but it encouaged the company to continue its research. A staff report also recommended against approval because the drug's impact was "not just robust enough to justify the risks.''

FD

Sunday, June 13, 2010

A Lazy Summer Day

The readers of this blog know what my favorite activity is, but playing tennis and walking the beach probably rank in the top five and I combined them Friday on a nice summer day.

After playing a tennis match a couple miles from the beach, I decided to have a relaxing time walking the beach. I'm not much of a swimmer, but I love walking along the shore line with the water lapping at my feet and the sound of the waves crashing in. It's so peaceful and nice for day dreaming. And while the temperatures were going into the 90s, it's always cooler at the beach.

Of course, sex is never far from my mind. LOL. Walking along the beach, I often think of the Burt Lancaster-Deborah Kerr scene in From Here to Eternity. If our younger readers see it today on netflicks, they probably wouldn't get it. Black and white and they're in bathing suits. No nudity in those days. But it was so erotic in its time. And I guess when you're younger, you think of actors and actresses as larger than life figures. The Bogart-Bergman scenes in Casablanca were the same way. Such great dialog. The Germans wore gray. You wore blue. Play it Sam, you played it for her, you can play it for me (He didn't say Play It AGAIN) and the memorable Here's looking at you kid. It's probably because I'm older but today's actors and actresses don't bring that kind of electricity to the screen even when they're naked. In those days, everything was left to the imagination. Playboy magazine couldn't even show bush (no shavingi in those days).

And while Florida beaches aren't crowded, there are always some lovelies in their bikinis. What can I say? I'm a guy. Love those round firm breasts. And the skimpy bottoms. I usually wonder if they're totally shaved or just trimmed. LOL. I even like women in bikinis who are overweight by today's standards. I like the fact they're self-confident enough to wear bikinis.

OK, so it was a relaxing time and there's a candy shop near the beach and they sell one of my favorites -- chocolate covered Macadamia nuts. They charge a ridiculous $20 a pound for him. You can buy lobster and even prine steaks at Costco (one of my favorite stores) for less. And I shouldn't even be eating them. But, hey, I like to say I'm at the stage of my life where I'm spending my kids' inheritiance. And I figure I deserve a treat.

Then went home and took a nap. Unfortunately, my wife was out and couldn't join me in the bedroom because walking the beach is a turn on for me. And then I went out and played tennis a second time at night. Now that was a fun today.

If you've read this far, you're probably wondering what the point of this rambling is. Yes, I will get back to more sexy topics in the future. but I like to think of myself as a recovering workaholic. I tend to put work first too much and it's just nice to have a fun day, relaxing day. I need to do it more often. And I hope you find the time to do it, too.

FD

Monday, June 7, 2010

Your First Time

I promised I'd get back to sexier topics and what's sexier than sex? I thought it'd be fun to share your first sexual experience, sexual intercourse that is. How old were you? Was it great, good, fair, disappointing, memorable, forgettable, regrettable? Did you first experience lead to a long term relationship? What are your memories of that experience?

Your thooughts!!

FD

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Odds and Ends

This will be different than my usual posts. I hope you don't mind there isn't a sexy question, just a series of unrelated vignettes that I find interesting and I hope you do to. And in the next post, I will resume my regularly scheduled programming and another chapter of Lisa should be arriving soon.
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Looking for information


I know many newcomers and maybe some not so new readers are always interested in insights about this lifestye. I want to recommend the website kimdebron.tripod.com. You have to type it in. I'm too much of a computer klutz to give the click on link. Anyway, it is written by a delightful Australian woman named Kim (to be honest I consider her a friend but I think this is unbiased) who is a slave to her Master, Joe. They are well known in the lifestyle in Australia and she has a link to a TV interview that featured them. They also make their own sex toys and sell them at shows in Australia called Sexpos.

But the reason you might want to check it out is her writing. She has links to numerous articles she's written from control to pleasure and pain. And she's also written a novel, "Soul in Chains.'' And there's a delightful picture of her in her collar. But if you're interested in insights on this lifestyle, click on one of her many articles. I think once you read one, you will be hooked. She is candid in saying she writes from her perspective, ut I think her information and insights are invaluable.
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A Directory


Jayne of Jaynessubmissivediary.com is putting together a directory called femaleslavessandsubmissivewomen.com. Now I know some of you consider yourself spankos not subs but if you are a sub with a blog who would like to be included in her directory, just make a visit and sing up. Of if you're interested in finding blogs on the subject, check it out.
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Early happy birthday to me


On June 28, I will celebrate the first anniversary of this blog and I want to thank all the readers (including you lurkers who don't comment but area always invited to) whose comments have made the blog what it is. It started as a home for my Training Lisa series, which started on PK's Fantasy Friday series. I haven't written as many chapters as I would like but so many of you have provided your interesting insights on the topics I raise. And also want to thank PK of elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com without whose mentoring and encouragement this blog would have never started. And I can't encourage you enough (yes, I also consider her a friend) to visit her blog, especially if you're an empty nester in your 40s and 50s. She's starting the empty nest part of her life.
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June 6, 1944


This week the anniversary of D-Day is coming up and we have to thank all the fighting men who risked and/or lost their live during the landing. And I wanted to mention Dwight Eisenhower. Along with FDR and Churchill, he played a major role in saving Western Civilization. But what I wanted to mention was the two messages he wrote as he sent the men across the channel. The first, which was used, announced they had made a landing on the shores of Normandy. The second, which wasn't used, said the landing had failed. He ended it by saying, "If any blame or fault attaches, it's all mine.'' In an era when the oil executives all say the spill wasn't their fault and the BP CEO says he wants his life back, it's nice to remember an era when leaders, like Harry Truman, said the buck stops with them. Granted, the men of the so-called Greatest Generation had their flaws. It was a time when racism, sexism and homophobia were accepted. We now live in a much more open diverse society, but that generation survived the depression and won the world war when our survival was at stake.
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Denial


In some relationships, the sub is denied cums for a certain amount of time. If that interests you, check out the site tantalism.org. You may find it interesting. For a look at the flipside, checkout growingthroughsubmission.blogspot.com. When orgasm denial didn't work for them, he started to give her a number every morning -- usually between 0 and 2 -- to give her the number of cums she's supposed to have that day. An interesting concept and I'll be interested in following how it goes for them.
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A message


Now that the summer season of partying is almost upon us, I'll be a nag and ask you not to drink and drive. The life you save may be your own as well as loved ones. And if you can't stop at two drinks or are a binge drinker, take a look at yourself. We talk about the war on drugs (drugs won) but the biggest drug of them all that causes the most problems in our society is the legal one of alcohol. If you think you might be an alcoholic or are living with one, seek help. It's an insidious disease. OK, I'll get off my soapbox.


And thank you if you read my ramblings all the way to the bottom.

FD