Wanton Wednesday – And this is why I do it

 

I was searching though pictures for another post and I ran across these…

God, seeing this I felt everything inside me clench and melt at the same time, a purely visceral, instinctual reaction, a knowing, that this is what it’s about for me, this space, this moment of release…

And him. Watching, observing, caring and holding me in that moment when I am so completely lost and vulnerable.

That is why I can go there.  Because he is there. To watch. To care. To hold me until I am me again–the me that everyone knows.

This other me? Only he knows her.

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Wanton Wednesday #40 Participants

Sapio Slut – Cable tied
Dick Dyke Dick – Wild Wanton West
Molly’s Daily Kiss – Pink Shoes
Virtual Sin

A Slut’s Memoir – Greed
Like a Moth to a Flame – Collar

Wanton Wednesday – Steel & Lace

I love the juxtaposition on steel and lace in this pic.  It was taken this week when I finally got a teeny bit of playtime, the first in weeks and weeks, because of W being out of town for a month and then me being on medical “hiatus.” I feel like I’m starting to get back to “normal” (whatever that is!) and later W helped me feel even more so by pushing the edges of the nice sweet pic that I had in mind with a twist of his own. (Bless the man.) Click thru to see his version of steel and lace.

As an aside, I think most you probably saw my first 30 Days of Kink–Defining My Kinky Self post, in which I described my kinky self in terms of my relationship with submission. It is an emotional definition, because for me, the heart of kink is the emotional resonance it has for me.  That truly is why I do what I do.

There is another side though too. The purely physical side. The fun side. The side that loves gadgets and toys and restraints and play and dressing up and being tied up and the purely physical sensations of what it is we do.  The joy and laughter and pleasure and pain and flying and being high and crying and coming and just being alive and so in sync with another human being that for those moments, there is nothing else but the two (or three) of you.

Somehow I never got around to talking about that in that piece.

It’s all in these two pictures, though (at least for me.) It was all right there in that morning and the following evening as I started to stretch my physical wings again with W’s help.  (Or should that be “help.”) ;-)  Honest, I was having fun!

Happy Wanton Wednesday, everyone!

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Sapio Slut
Dick Dyke Dick
SlipperyWhnWet
Mollyskiss
Screaming Violet
Virtual Sinner

Suburban Slut
Hubman
Rubyyy Jones
Coy Pink

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Wanton Wednesday – Grip

I have been working all week on a new post for W.  This is a “command performance”: W assigned me the task of writing about an event that happened while we were in Chicago.  He had invited an acquaintance of his to our hotel room and allowed him to use me.  And use me he did, in every way imaginable, while W took pictures (and occasionally participated.) Unfortunately for you, my lovely, faithful readers and friends, most of that post will probably be for his eyes only, for reasons I may expound upon at a later date.  But I think that I may bring tidbits of it out here, to use as Wanton Wednesday fodder and fuel, for the next several weeks.

This, then, is the first installment:

~click thru to see what the other hands were gripping~

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Wanton Wednesday – Practice Makes Perfect

This is what I’ve been practicing while W’s been gone: walking, with grace, in my 6″ heels. Because none of us are born knowing how, unfortunately.

Luckily, it seems to be coming fairly easily to me. :-)

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Wanton Wednesday – NaNoWriMo Edition

This month is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month.) What is NaNoWriMo, you may ask? It is the insane yearly challenge by hundreds of thousands of writers around the world to write 50,000 words in one month.  I have been participating for years (though never winning) and for the past several years my daughter has been participating as well.  This year, that has presented some unique challenges, as I am writing a kinky erotica novel, and don’t really want to share that part with her. So…she thinks I am writing a fantasy.  Well I am, in a way–a fantasy about being made to perform as a sex slave, though.  Not the sword and sorcery kind of fantasy.

In any case, if you are participating, find me on the website and add me as a buddy!  My name is MaybeJade on there, same as on my Fetlife profile.

So, without further ado, and in honor of NaNoWriMo, I present some pictures of one time W decided to put me in the cage to make me write.

Of course what he wanted me to write was my list of men I’ve had sex with.

This is me, being a good WriterGirl.

 

This is what I *actually* do (a lot) when I'm supposed to be writing.

 

This is what he *made* me do, since I wasn't writing.

That red thing in the corner? That’s the lid of The Mason Jar.  You can’t see the rest of it, but if you read the post, you might be able to guess where it is.

 

What else he made me do in the cage...

~click-thru for my favorite thing to in the cage~

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Wanton Wednesday – On a Clear Day

I don’t usually ask for certain pictures, but on this day, at the end of our weekend at Kinky Kollege, I did.

Ad has mentioned a couple specific fantasies that he has, and sex in front of a floor-to-ceiling hotel room window is one of them. I was only too happy to oblige him.  This is one of the shots that came out of fulfilling that fantasy.

If you look closely you can just see the Chicago skyline.

 

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Wanton Wednesday – Working Girl

I promised a picture of me being an actual “working girl” in a past post, but never posted it, so I thought I’d go ahead and do it now.

My job is soooo hard.

Taking care of *all* the boss's needs...

Gotta love working from home!

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Wanton Wednesday – Cleavage

So the theme for this Wednesday’s wantonness is cleavage.  Hmmm…

Let’s face it, I don’t have a lot.  But…I love my titties! Yes, they may be tiny, but they are powerful, and they’re all mine.  And boy howdy they can take a lot!  I love them to be squeezed, pinched, suctioned, clamped, stretched, mauled, clothespinned, flogged, caned, cropped and slapped.  Singletailing them terrifies me–and excites me.  I have fantasies of having them hooked up to a milking machine and feeling them suctioned mechanically.  I love the feel of large, male hands groping them.  I love rope on them and I love binding them in a corset.  I love wearing things that a woman with a lot more to display might be a little uncomfortable in: blouses just a bit too low-cut, t-shirts and tank tops with no bra, my tit collars under a sheer, silky blouse.  Conversely I love wearing lacy, sexy bras and lingerie, especially if it can peek out of my blouse just a bit.

To top it off, there’s pretty much a direct line between them and my cunt.  A direct enough one that, given a few “warm-up” orgasms, I can sometimes come again just by intense nipple stimulation/play and the tiniest bit of stimulation (the barest of touches, sometimes only clothing brushing against me or squeezing my legs together) down below.  As W says, “They work good!”

Plus, okay, the girls look good in red.

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Wanton Wednesday – The Games We Play

I thought a little change-up was in order, that I needed to post something a little more…suggestive.  A little more wanton, if you will.

I love having two men that play well together and that both delight in playing with me.
What wickedly wanton games they devise!

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Wanton Wednesday – Cuffed

I’m not sure what’s got me so blissed in this photo.  Maybe the feel of the steel encircling my wrists?  I like how sharp handcuffs are, how hard the steel is.  Their implacability; the way they cut into the delicate skin that lies so thin over my wrist bones; how cold and relentless they are.  Rope moves with you, conforms to you, becomes a part of you.  Handcuffs never do. They are unforgiving, unyielding, rigid and inflexible.  I am forced to give in to them. Maybe that’s what’s got me so blissed. I’ve finally given in.

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