Monday, 27 August 2018

The Diary Uncovered [Part 2]




This continues a story of a D/s relationship, where the master reads his submissive’s journal to get an insight on her thoughts about their sex play.  You can read Part 1 here, or you can jump straight into Part 2:


My little rabbit was away from home, attending a body balance class before getting a hollywood wax.  I dictate that she looks after herself, our play scenes require her to be strong and supple and a good master should take care of his slave’s wellbeing.  I also like her  hairless, so her pussy is waxed at regular intervals, although she shaves her legs and underarms daily.  Whilst she was occupied at my bidding, I took another opportunity to peruse her diary.  It had been both exciting and elucidating last time I acquainted myself with her innermost thoughts about our sex games.  I wanted to know more.


Friday 18 May

Sir was angry with me, he’d needed his city clothes washed and dried and ready for him to meet a client.  I don’t like him to leave me alone all day.  He did not have any dark socks clean (oopsie I was going to wash them tomorrow) and although there were shirts washed and ironed, none of them were his favourites (of course not!  I’d stuffed them to the bottom of the ironing basket, with pillowcases on top).  This did not stop him going to the meeting (shame) but it did make him late and in a bad mood and he promised me there would be consequences (sorry, not sorry!)  so I waited for him by the front door, legs spread and naked except for a collar which said ‘slave’.

When he came in the door he barely acknowledged me, he just put down his laptop bag and took off his shoes, then went to get himself a drink from the kitchen.  I hung my head in disappointment, but waited, heart thumping, knowing I’d like whatever happened next.

“Come rabbit, follow me.”

His voice was gruff as it trailed off towards the living room, so I moved on all fours in his wake.   He sat on the dark leather sofa and spread his legs apart, resting a glass of whisky and ice on one knee as I followed his lead, trying to put as much sass and sexy ass-sway into my crawling as I could.

“Kneel here,” indicating the space between his feet.

I obeyed, sitting with downcast eyes.  Sir sipped his drink and the anticipation stretched.  I heard the ice clink in the amber liquid before feeling a chunk of it rubbed over my bottom lip, it was chill and the shock zapped into me not unpleasantly.  He tilted my chin up, allowing me to look into his eyes, and melt water dripped down my neck.  He pressed the ice cube against my mouth and I opened wider, whereon he slipped it onto my tongue.

“Don’t swallow!” he warned.

As the ice melted slowly in my mouth, cooling cavern and tongue with it’s chill, he fished another cube from his drink and pressed it hard against my nipple.  Suppressing a gasp, I know my eyes widened with shock and thrill at the spike of cold which burned its upturned tip.

His hard eyes challenged me not to wince as cold droplets splashed my belly and thighs.  He pressed the rest of the cube against my lips, I took that into my mouth too, letting it rest on my tongue.  A third cube was held to my other breast, an ache and throb zapped from nipple to clit at lightning speed, almost causing an involuntary thrust of my pubis, but I remained still.

“Unzip me rabbit,” he commanded and I responded with alacrity, my chilly breasts jiggling, scattering cold droplets onto both thighs.

“One more, open wide.”  He popped the third ice cube into the puddle of meltwater in my mouth.  “You may swallow rabbit, but ensure you keep the ice cube on your tongue.”  The others had melted and it was a relief to let the water run down my throat.

His cock sprang free, almost hard, oozing a droplet of his arousal.  I pulled my eyes back up to Sir’s face.  In my peripheral vision I saw his hand grasp his girth and begin to work up and down; slow, languid pumps which eased his foreskin with them, drawing its cowl over the head of his cock and back down, just how he liked it.

Sir eased himself forward, his knees spreading to trap me within, and his meaty length eased close to my face.

“Suck me!” he growled, and a let down reflex in my pussy slicked my lips with delight to be commanded into service.  I opened my mouth wide and pulled him in with lips and tongue, keeping hands behind my back and eyes on his face.  His groan of pleasure made my pussy snatch and throb.

“So cold!” he grunted, bucking his hips into my throat, so I sucked harder, slopping saliva over his length and rubbing the underside with my chilled tongue.  My needs were subjugated to his pleasure as I sucked, licked and swallowed, his member throbbed in my mouth and I tasted salty pre-cum.  My pussy swelled and drooled with lust, I felt it’s lubrication running out of me and pooling on the hard floor.  Experience told me I’d be licking that up later while he called me a ‘dirty girl who couldn’t get enough’ -  thoughts of this had my walls clenching with heightened arousal.

“Nipples”  he barked harshly, and I knew his climax was building.

I reached my fingers to his pectorals and used  pincer fingers and thumbs, pinching and twisting both nipples to heighten his pleasure/pain dynamic.  As I tormented the tiny nubs of flesh I accelerated my sucking and bobbing on his cock, swallowing what saliva and precum I could, but knowing there were strings of drool hanging from my mouth and chin.  I didn’t care that I looked a mess, I knew this delighted my master and his pleasure was the endgame, his climax the goal.

“Stop” he roared, breaking my concentration and I opened wide and sat back on my heels, accepting the jets of white semen which spurted from the bulbous head of his cock to decorate my face and neck in liquid ribbons which dribbled down to my tits.

He slapped my sticky face with his softening cock and I felt pulses in my cunt.  He commanded me to clean myself up so I used fingers to scoop his jism off my skin and into my mouth.  Swallowing his climax I felt mine creep one step nearer.

“Now go and make us something to eat.  You may wash your hands but not your face.  You look a mess but  perhaps my cum tightening on your skin will remind you the importance of making sure my clothes are clean and ready to wear.”

“Yes Sir” I replied.

His sternness, my obedience - both fuelled my desire.

Later that night he bathed me and washed my hair before fucking me with my head hanging off the edge of the bed He pressed his forearm to my neck so it was hard to breathe.  That was so hot!  I love it when he treats me like his precious dolly, then lust overtakes him - making him rough with me.

I looked in the mirror the next morning - I had lovely pale blue grey bruises on my neck and some on my hips where his fingers dug into me!  Lucky rabbit!


Now I remembered that day - I’d been so furious with her bratty behaviour that I’d hatched up the plan: punishment for her, pleasure for me!  How glorious she’d looked at the door, with penitent big eyes and parted moist lips.  Torturing her slowly with the ice had brought fire to my my veins while her sucking mouth had been like a sub-zero tunnel.

I loved to see my pretty maid all decorated with lacy ribbons of cum and her dainty skin looked like porcelain when bruises came through - to my delight, she wore them like badges of honour.  Later, when my little rabbit gets home I’ll find a fun way to stripe her bottom red so we could admire the bruises which developed.



This story is for #MasturbationMonday - the fun writing meme run by Kayla Lords where you'll find plenty of sexy fiction.  The image is from Pixabay.


Sunday, 26 August 2018

Bibliophile



#SinfulSunday



bibliophile
ˈbɪblɪə(ʊ)fʌɪl/
noun
  1. a person who collects or has a great love of books.
    synonyms:
    book lover; 




Saturday, 25 August 2018

Smut Relay part 7 : Living Doll



The Smut Relay Part 7 : Living Doll



Continued from Smut Relay part 6 : Sisters by Hannah Lockhardt

Elly tried to shake herself free of memories which might cloud her judgement.  As far as Jay knew they’d embarked on this elaborate plan purely to lure her rich, crass and selfish husband Richard into marriage and then empty his bank balance.  He had swallowed the story she’d spun him about wanting revenge on the overbearing social climber who had dated then dumped Elizabeth, rendering her rejected and alone when she came to America in search of acting roles.  Elizabeth’s lack of success had led to anxiety and depression and, despite putting on a brave front to family back home, she had descended into a negative spiral of self-doubt and poverty, eventually taking her own life.

Tragedy enough for Jay to understand Elly’s desire for revenge on Richard, hence the plan of marriage, honeymoon then kidnap by ransom-seeking pirates was hatched.  The truth was far uglier than Eleanor could bear to reveal, being unwilling to taint her sister’s memory.  In letters sent to Elly she’d confided the depth of her despair, self abuse and drug dependency which had become a reality for the once proud, defiant Elizabeth.  

Elly’s hatred for Richard was bitter vitriol which fuelled her through the sham courtship, the pawings and clumsy bedroom antics she’d endured to lure him here to this pirate ship, behind bars and under threat of death.  If Elly thought too hard about how he’d got her sister hooked on cocaine then passed her around his business acquaintances as a fuck doll, she simultaneously wanted to scream, vomit and plunge the curved knife over and over into his loathsome body.

A shadow fell over Elly and she turned to squint at its owner.  Jay stood at the prow, his firm, muscled body and slightly straggly salt-tinged hair the total opposite of the fussy, arrogant man she had married.  Richard had not been able to understand either of the sisters, Elizabeth’s liking for rough play and dominance had been misunderstood and abused by him, while Jay could pluck the strings of their desire and play beautiful music on their delicate bodies, pushing their limits yet leaving them craving more.  

The first time that Elly had been invited along on a date with her sister and Jay she’d been a hot mess of excitement and anticipation all day, experiencing an uncanny thrill from the attentions of this older man.  For once she didn’t care that she ventured into her sister’s territory;  no she planned to watch and learn from her sister pleasing him because she intended to steal her man by doing everything Elizabeth did, and more!

Returning to Jay’s messy flat that night,both girls were the worse for wear, having consumed tequila slammers competitively, so there was no protest when he led Elly into his bedroom and tipped Elizabeth off his shoulder onto the rumpled bed, where she groaned and covered her eyes.

“Don’t you dare be sick!” he told her with a growl.  She mumbled something groggily and he took the opportunity to kiss Elly thoroughly, his dancing tongue probing her mouth while his large hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples with his thumbs.

“Elizabeth!”  He scolded, turning away from Elly to her to drag her sister off the bed and march her into his bathroom, where he pushed her under the shower and turned the water on with full force.  She startled back to alertness with a barrage of curse words, her hair plastered to her face and mascara tracking streaks of black down her cheeks.

Elly watched with shock, which sobered her up a little.  Elizabeth’s white tank and mini skirt turned transparent under the torrent of water, and she observed dark nipples hardened to stalks jutting against the thin fabric.

“There’s my little fuck doll!” Jay’s voice was amused.  He pushed up the front of her skirt and Elly was shocked to note her sister was naked underneath.  Jay pressed and massaged his fingers against her slit making Elizabeth moan, the hunger flashing across her eyes.

“How rude of us, we’re ignoring our guest!”  Jay led the dripping girl into the bedroom and pressed her onto a chair adjacent to the bed.  Immediately Elizabeth’s hands went behind her back, Elly surmised this was a regular occurrence.  When he bound her wrists and ankles with cuffs already in place, she was in no doubt!

“Your sister’s been a bad girl,” Jay growled, stepping close to Elly and stroking her hair, “so my doll must take her punishment.”  As he dug around in the bedside cabinet and produced a large mains powered wand, neither girl could take their eyes off it.  Grabbing a roll of gaffer tape Jay bound it to Elizabeth’s leg, pressing its rounded tip against her clit before turning it on.  Her moan was instant and feral, but Jay slapped her cheek.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut!”  he warned, his eyes boring down into the bound girl’s anguished, mascara-streaked face.  Elizabeth bit her lip when Jay turned on his heel, all focus on Elly.

“Time to play little one,” he leered, the cruel smile still curving his lips.

A steady pulse of arousal thumped in Elly’s pussy,  her arousal soaked into her silk panties while her throat dried with anticipation.  Jay bent his head to kiss and nibble down her neck until he reached her vulnerable pulse point where he sucked, bruising her flesh with his teeth.  Elly’s toes curled with delight because she knew he was making a livid love bite for all to see.

“Let the dog see the rabbit,” Jay’s voice was velvet with menace.  

He grasped either side of her blouse and ripped apart hard so that the buttons wrenched off and clattered to the floor.  It was primitive and dominant, Elly nearly climaxed right then. A flood of warm moisture coated her labia and smeared her thighs.


To be continued .... Smut Relay Part 8 By May Moore



This story is also submitted for #WickedWednesday week 326 - Love



Friday, 24 August 2018

Share to show you Care

#SoSS is here again, and for the bank holiday weekend  I have lots of links for you plus a brilliant and candid interview with male blogger (a breed sadly in the minority in our corner of the internet).  

Jayne discusses infidelity and her sexuality and writing as therapy 


New Girl Bianca tells us about a rough, sexy session wearing her new strappy lingerie 


What a hot fantasy Other Livvy describes, inspired by these witchy stockings


A post in which the Captain discusses relationships and the importance of loving yourself 


Floss rescues an injured photographer and he shows his gratitude!  

Kinkstriped shows us the dynamics between a novice sub and an experienced Dom


The Pink Seam publishes the diary pages of CassidyX who teases older men with her ‘underage’ looks


There was a story writing duel about tacos!  My preferred entry was Helen’s ...

But ET Costello’s story was only just pipped to the post!  Do visit his ‘shiny new’ site! 

The musings of Victoria’s masochistic butt are shared here! 

A delightful continuation of Asrai’s FF tale of sexual exploration 


Zebra Rose doesn’t like the term ‘foreplay’ but she tells what does get her revved up and horny 

A sexy surprise encounter for Jeff with his best friend - loved Scandarella's old record shop setting! 

Molly’s seaside childhood memories re-kindled mine, and I like how the sea links her to her primal instincts 

Steeled Snake investigates what she wants and gets from collaboration 


BibulousOne is always  honest and open in his posts
He has built a reputation for sharing every aspect of his CP kinks, inviting his followers to join him on his journey of self discovery.  Read on to find out more insights into the real B1!

  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?

Without realising it, I’d been stuck in a rut with my kinks; same girl, same session once every month or so. I visited Las Vegas and met a Mistress there who completely took me apart. I went back 3 days later and let her do it again. On my return I resolved to really explore just what my kinks were. The experiences I had seemed so extreme I started writing about them. A friend encouraged me to try one as a guest blog. Girl On The Net ran that post and the next one and suddenly I was a sex blogger. My own blog followed a few months later! The notion that I have a sex blog still takes me by surprise!


  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?

The blog “PainAsPleasure” does what it says on the tin I think.
BibulousOne was originally BilliousOne but I went off that. A Bibulous person is one who enjoys alcohol to excess. I’m not as bad as it makes me sound.


  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:

Descriptions of sessions with professional sex workers, where I play as dominant or a submissive; musings on life, the universe and everything; the occasional attempt at erotica.


  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?

Two and a half years



  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?

For use on me, I’d have to say the cane, though I recently bought a two tailed whip for Elita that is such a special challenge.

For use on someone else: A crop. You can tease with sexy, stingy little taps or cause someone real challenge with a crop, and everything in between.



  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you:

Tricky. I have a lifetime of hurting myself and I think that could become destructive if I was on my own too much



  • What’s your current sexuality?  At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?

I’m heterosexual, though it turns out that I’m broad minded enough to enjoy playing with a man in the room and happy to be touched by him. D/s wise I am more masochistic than submissive though, in the moment I can let my Mistress own me entirely. But I’m a switch and I am increasingly comfortable as a Dom. It used to be a role I played but I understand that as a part of me now.


  • What’s your preference - naked or “dressed up” for sex?  If dressed up, how so?

Happy with either. I recently wore a leather bondage harness for sex in a dungeon and that felt good. Very sexual, very in touch with the darker side of myself.



  • Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?

How long have you got? I used to say I wasn’t into role play but over the last 6 months or so my blog tells a different story.

I have a yearning to be the victim of a highly ritualised, punishment scene. I would be naked in front of 2/3 people in robes. The sentence is read out, I’m prepared for the punishment, strapped slowly to the frame, checked by the doctor………… bloody hell, I can feel my pulse race just writing about it!



  • Name the fictional being or species you’d most like to have an encounter with:

I found the Natiri, the long-legged blue race in the movie Avatar, hotter than I was probably supposed to!



  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?

Yay, well pegging when it’s me on the receiving end. Milder forms of anal play if I’m the Dom. 

Elita brought our first anal session up in conversation the other day. She’s still embarrassed that it happened. She’d had the impression from the person who introduced us that I was super experienced though, in reality, I was a complete novice. Still one of the most intense kink experiences I have ever had.
You can read about it here: 




  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?

My first one to one session with Lilly, in a dungeon. She was terrified, clammy with fear. I grabbed her hair to position her how I wanted her; being all Domly Dom about it! What I didn’t know was that she was wearing a hair piece and it came off in my hand! The relief of that laughter is what made the rest of a very intense first session possible for us.



  • Sexting - love it or hate it?

Not really done it in truth. I like to chat online with Lilly after a session and will sometimes pay for her time so I can do this


  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?

Jamie Bell laying it on with a riding crop in Nymphomaniac Vol 2. There’s something authentic about this scene. The brutality of it is really stunning.




  • Do you watch porn?

Some. I tend to stay away from Femdom Porn, though that is my main kink. I don’t want to watch some fat, middle aged bloke getting beaten up – it’s too close to home. There is very little well made porn in this genre. F/f spanking and dungeon scenes would be a favourite I guess.



  • Nominate your favourite adult film:

Not sure I have one to be honest. Ages ago the realspankings site made a full length movie about three girls taken on as servants in a country house. It has beautifully shot and very intense spanking scenes. That was super hot.



  • Before you go, please tell us 1 adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list:

Instead of recommending a specific blog, I'd like to suggest a category of blogs.  Take a look at some writing by sex workers.  You're reading Posy's blog so you likely have an interest in writing on sex.  This much maligned group of people make their livings from sex and they are often articulate, intelligent or funny.  I find their perspectives on a whole variety of things fascinating.



Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!  Follow BibulousOne on Twitter [@BibulousOne].


This week I shared a 2 part story which featured a D/s relationship where the sub was happy to let her master push her boundaries [anal sex and humiliation], while he indulged his voyeuristic streak.

Tainted Love (first taste)  for #MasturbationMonday
More Tainted Love for #WickedWednesday

Friday, 17 August 2018

Sharing some Cringeing - Posts Made Before we Found our Voice!

For this week's #SoSS I thought I might do something different, give my sharing a twist!  Read on and you'll see what I mean.




It’s easy to project a persona on line that is slightly diverse from the real you – I suggest that most of us have done it for our sex blogging personas, others when they create dating profiles or use social media.  On most occasions we aren’t lying or manufacturing something fake, but instead we are playing up the facets of ourselves which suit the situation/media.

When I began blogging in this sexy vein I opened a blank blogging profile,  thought up a name to use, then designed my blog domain in a style which projected what this new version of myself would be ‘about’.  As with packaging on any product you might buy, I shaped my image.  I imagined my ‘look’: dressed like Fenella Fielding from “Carry on Screaming” – oozing latent sexy energy, my voice: speaking in a seductive drawl, that’s why I address my readers as my “Dark Darlings”!

I wanted 'Posy' to strike a tone which was slightly seductive to make visitors feel drawn into my X-rated confidence!  I planned to bare parts of my soul to them which I’d so far only shared with my closest friends/bedfellows.  I'd to tell stories which got readers hot and excited - I wanted them to keep coming back for more of my confessions, opinions on sex-related topics and original erotica.

I always planned to be a writer – sometimes fiction, other times journalism appealed.  As a child and teenager I kept diaries/journals on and off.  The urge to log what I’ve done combined with thoughts and feelings was strong, so it’s hardly surprising I was drawn to blogging once I understood what it was.  The big difference between a diary and blogging is that you Do NOT expect anyone to read your diary, but with a blog you Hope LOTS of people will!  And that they will keep following to hear more!

Back to sex blogging: Bloggers start our journey of sharing, but it can take us a while to find the right style in which to blog.  We don’t have an editors of course (we can press the publish button whenever we want – yikes!).  What shapes our writing?  Quite often it is feedback and comments from our readers.  Their enthusiasm about a particular post will likely inspire us to write more of a similar style.  Not many views, likes, shares indicates we have struck wide of the mark with our topic or style.  This is a generous community so often fellow bloggers advise us:  they applaud what we’ve done  well, or warn us if we have gone too far, maybe stepped into someone else’s domain.  But who tells us we’ve made a post too flowery, sentimental, self-absorbed?  That is back to us, as the editor-in-chief.  That and time, because looking at things in retrospect can be a great aid to seeing our writing clearly.

I have asked several of my blogging friends about posts which they no longer feel are true to the style they adopt today.  While I don’t think anyone I asked is ashamed of how they used to write – there may be a hint of cringe to some of their earlier work.  Some bloggers meticulously re-visit their work to make sure it still represents their opinions and values but for many their writing and reviewing has a large back catalogue, it would need editing and monitoring constantly.

Many bloggers share the links below which they now feel are ‘out of step’ with how their writing/blogging has developed.  It is fascinating to see how far they have come, to notice which parts of their style have fallen by the wayside and which stronger elements have survived.  I am very grateful to their generosity in allowing me to spotlight their potentially cringey links.  I hope you’ll get a buzz looking at their writing from when they still on the ‘nursery slopes’ of blogging!  Maybe I can coax a few 'baby bloggers' to take the plunge!


Links to their own Blog Posts (Bravely) Nominated by Bloggers as No Longer Being 'In Step' with their Blogging Style:-


Floss Proud to be Kinky [T:  @_floss_84]  Post:  The Joy of Topping

Bibulous One  [T:  @BibulousOne]  Post : Adventures on Pandora

Nero Black  [T: @NeroTweetsHere]  Post:  XXX Messenger Chat with Jo  Story :  Manic Monday - Reliving 2012's Mayhem (part 1)

Picture courtesy of Little Switch Bitch

Little Switch Bitch  [T: @_LittleSBitch]  Review :Flaunt Me Floral Lace Balcony Cup Basque

Indigo Byrd  [T: @midnightoasis64]  Post : Indie thinks out loud!

LasciviousLucy  [T:  @LasciviousLucy] Post: Lucy's very first!  Story: Back Door B/f  Story: A Romantic Interlude

May More  [T:  @more_matters]  Post:  How do I tell my Partner about my Fantasies?

Charlton C Tod  [T:  @Charlton_Tod]  Charlton's first story:  The Teacher's pet (written 8 years ago!)

Scandarella  [T:  @ella_scandal]  Story: Freckles

Isabelle Lauren  [@Romanticisa]  Post:  What is your Fantasy?

Picture courtesy of Pixabay


Luv Bunny  [T: @LuvbunnySL82]  Review:  Lovehoney Mini Dress    Review: Fifty Shades of Grey Pleasure Collection

Well my Dark Darlings, I hope you enjoyed this tour around some of my favourite blogs and I hope you will continue to visit them and familiarise yourself with the great content they provide, taking note of they have got into their stride!  I will of course share 1 cringey piece from my blog, it is only fair!  My content from this week's memes has also delved into my older work, I hope you still enjoy them, and a cute little review of a toy from my side-kick Vampy Valentine!

Cringe Post :  How this Toy Became Teacher's Pet  Now I know better than to recommend jelly toys!

#MasturbationMonday :  Posy's Early Experiences with Porn - Centrefold

#WickedWednesday:  Doctors & Nurses

Toy Review:  the Satisfyer G-Spot Rabbit



Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Doctors & Nurses


For this week's #WickedWednesday I have chosen to share an excerpt from a longer story which you can find in its entirety here.  The story itself is part of a series of adventures I wrote about a girl called Josie, who has a cleaning job in a big house, and who stumbles upon the fact that the owner is a Dom who hosts hedonistic sex parties.  So if you like what you read here there are several episodes of the 'Cleaner Close' series which you can search for on my blog (please do - Josie's journey is kinky fun!)  The prompt this week is Uniform and there is a very sassy one in my story which I'd love to wear!



Josie knocked on the door and a deep voice called out ‘Enter’ so she opened it and was met by the sight of a broad, bearded man wearing a white doctor’s coat and a stethoscope around his neck.  To the side of the armchair which Dr Watson occupied, stood a stern but sexy looking woman  wearing a tight blue and white striped nurse’s dress, with a white apron at the front, an upside-down watch fastened to the upper slope of her bosom and a neat white nurse’s hat which was pinned to her hair, which she wore in a french pleat.  Everything about her spoke of efficiency.


“Please go behind the screen, Miss Josie, and change into the gown you see on the hanger,” the Doctor instructed, consulting a clipboard.


The nurse stepped aside and Josie moved behind the fabric screen to remove her shoes, before struggling to reach the straps and fastenings of the outfit she was wearing.  Quick as a flash, the nurse was at her side, undoing her cuffs and helping her remove the sex slave outfit she’d been wearing, then they slipped the white, lightweight fabric gown over her head and fastened the front buttons to conceal her bare breasts.  The nurse indicated for Josie to follow her and led the way to a black leather chair, the kind used by obstetricians, as it divided into two halves below the seat and had stirrups in place of a foot rest.  Before Josie sat down the nurse sheathed the chair seat in a layer of absorbent paper.  Josie sat and eased herself back, awaiting instructions, curiosity and trepidation filled her in equal measure..


The Doctor moved closer to the chair and stood over Josie, devouring her with his eyes.  Josie felt the first trickles of arousal:  he exuded power, looking at her as if she was a succulent steak he intended to devour, one tasty mouthful at a time.  Nursie moved up behind him, wheeling a trolley which bore surgical instruments and some sex toys laid out by size on its stainless steel surface.  Then she came around the chair to fix and tighten a strap around Josie’s wrists and each ankle.


Josie’s heart rate kicked up apace in the silence, she searched the Doctor’s face for clues as to what would happen next  - looking deep into his eyes as his luxuriant beard obscured the lower half of his face.  The Doctor eased latex gloves over his large hands then wrapped a pulse-rate cuff around her arm.  He velcroed it closed then applied air pressure and took a reading from the valve, which Nursie noted. So far it was like a regular doctor’s appointment - Josie could not believe it would remain so!  Next the Doctor turned to the trolley to select an ice cube, which he began to apply to her left teat.  He pressed and rubbed the cold, wet chunk against her nipple and rubbed it around her areola, which ached and stood to a hard tight peak - clearly visible through the soaked, translucent fabric.  Josie parted her lips and breathed deeply, the shocking cold hurt but it stimulated a pleasant tingling which went directly from nipple to pussy in a nano-second.  The Doctor turned his attentions to her other nipple following the same routine, cooling and shrinking the tender skin, her erogenous zones made extra sensitive by Maya’s earlier application of hot wax to her breasts.  Josie’s body revelled in the sensations, the peaking of her nipples and tightening of the delicate flesh sent thrills to her pussy, where moisture began to gather.


The Doctor watched her face closely and, as Josie’s breathing quickened, he pumped air into the blood-pressure cuff, let it deflate until her pulse was clearly defined, then took a reading which Nursie noted on the clipboard.  


The Doctor indicated the buttons at the front of Josie’s white gown and Nursie deftly undid several and folded the fabric back to fully expose her breasts.  Josie watched, powerless to resist but in thrall to her captors as the nurse selected some stainless steel tweezers from the trolley and carefully picked at and removed any remaining black wax until Josie’s tender pink flesh was no longer coated.  Josie was imprisoned in the chair, while Nursie fussed over her, the little pinches and tweaks taking her by surprise and making her eyes water, then the Doctor scrutinised the shiny pink areas which the wax had made extra sensitive, using a head torch and a magnifying lens which he swung close to examine his ‘patient’.  He moved the ice cube around randomly and Josie was alternately soothed and stung by its intense cold on her naked flesh.  He made her feel like an experiment, but Josie’s inner ‘slave’ was loving the attention and revelled in his manipulation.


Using the pedal under the chair, the Doctor made the leg supports move apart.  Nursie unbuttoned the rest of the gown until Josie felt herself totally exposed to his hot, hungry gaze.  The Doctor continued to pump the pedal forcing Josie’s legs to spread wide; she felt the cool air against the moist, engorged flesh of her pussy.  The Doctor moved towards the trolley and selected a steel speculum, which he coated with water-based lube before sliding it into the folds of Josie’s cunt.  Josie startled at the chill of the invasion, the cold steel and the slick of wet lube, but it wasn’t unpleasant to be treated in this dispassionate way, instead it aroused her.  The Doctor operated the spring on the device and the speculum gradually opened out.  Josie felt it press the walls of her pussy apart, spreading her open for all to see.  Both the Doctor and Nursie bent low and peered into the depths of her pussy making remarks of appreciation, while Nursie used her phone to take photos. 


Initially Josie felt humiliated by the scrutiny, but as the Doctor began to describe, in his deep resonating voice, her moist pink walls, her delicate peachy lips and the delightful gloss from the trickles of moisture pooling between the folds of her labia, her discomfort was replaced with pleasure.  For Josie, the shame and exposure of being treated like a specimen in an experiment appealed to her submissive side, she was theirs to do with whatever they wanted, they could hurt her, torment her, bring her pleasure, in whatever combination they chose and as often as they chose to.  All Josie could do was respond and endure.  She wondered what she must look like, her legs were held wide apart and a tremor had already begun in one at the unfamiliar stretch.  She knew her white flesh stood out in stark contrast to the menacing black leather chair, and the black buckled straps held her limbs tightly and would bite in if she struggled against them.  ‘Bring it on’, she thought, ‘use all my holes, I want to be your cum slut, the more you degrade me the harder I’ll climax.’ 


“Nurse, swab that moisture.  Please verify if our patient is aroused at this moment in time.” The Doctor barked out his orders and Nursie leaned in and took a sample, stroking an oversized cotton bud inside the swollen folds of Josie’s cunt.  Once done, the Doctor also dragged his gloved index finger along the outer then the inner lips, before bringing his finger to his mouth, making a sucking, lip-smacking noise as he savoured her juices.  Josie felt a thrill to be appreciated like a fine wine and strained her pelvis off the seat, yearning for more stroking.


“Nurse - please apply the balm, to her breasts first. Our patient is in the first stages of arousal.”


The nurse opened a small round tin and with her gloved finger rubbed some of its contents on Josie’s nipple and she felt a cold sensation again, although this time it wasn’t actually created by temperature.  It seemed the balm was infused with menthol, because she felt a toothpaste kind of tingle.  Josie’s nipples both shrank into hard peaks again, but this time the tingle and buzz was less direct but more insistent, seeming to build.  Josie’s nipples felt cold but it made her pussy feel hot and crave attention, she wriggled her hips like a dog on heat, longing for more touching and stroking where her desire was strongest.  At a nod from the Doctor, the nurse began to apply more of the chilling balm, this time to Josie’s swollen clit.  The delightful sensations made Josie sigh and moan, they were everything she wanted right then.  The throbbing in her core began to build as the older woman made circles around her pussy folds and teased her clit with little taps and light breaths blown across the tingling nub. The Nurse pressed the flat of her other hand across the top of Josie’s pubis, pulling upwards towards her navel, which made the skin tighten til Josie’s clitoris became isolated and distended, now it was easier for the nurse to rub the balm in circles around Josie’s little stalk, sending waves of intense pleasure radiating deep into her pussy.


Josie could not help squirming with arousal at Nursie’s ministrations, she tried to tilt her hips towards the sensation and to arch her back to thrust her pelvis upwards.  She was vaguely aware of the Doctor pumping up the arm cuff again to note her elevated pulse, which thumped in her arm once the cuff was tight.  She took great gulps of air and wriggled against her ankle bonds because she dearly wanted to thrust to gain more stimulation in her cunt.  She whimpered with lust, feeling her pussy walls wanting to throb and grip, but instead they were held wide apart by the examination device inside her.


Nursie took another swab of Josie’s juices, and the Doctor selected a black vibrator with a curve in it.  Although the speculum made her feel like a butterfly displayed for examination under a microscope, Josie enjoyed the scrutiny.  When the Doctor inserted the vibe inside her and used its curved, silicone tip to apply throbbing patterns of pressure to her G-spot she nearly sobbed with the intensity of her joy. Her legs were straining and she could feel the pulses of her core muscles tensing, but the nurse did not stop stroking and stimulating the little nub of Josie’s clitoris.  The rumbles and pressure from the G-spot vibe made Josie feel that she wanted to pee, but the Doctor did not ease up, instead he made tiny rotations around the sensitive tissues while intently watching the wet pink walls of her cunt throb and pulsate against the speculum as her orgasm built.  Josie moaned and writhed, as much as the chair and restraints would allow, she bit her lip to try to stay quiet, but as the first throbs of her powerful climax ripped through her, she couldn’t contain her groans of agonized pleasure.  As the nurse sensed Josie approaching her climax, she used her phone to film her unravelling, capturing all her thrusts and bucks as the walls of her cunt clenched powerfully against the spread-open arms of the speculum.  A warm jet of opaque liquid burst from her pussy, resulting from the intense G-spot stimulation she’d enjoyed, and Josie sighed and groaned with pleasure and release. 


The nurse swabbed the pooled liquid which Josie had squirted and stored the cotton bud in a  test tube while the Doctor set the vibrator aside and pressed the cold metal circle of his stethoscope against her chest to listen to Josie’s heartbeat as she came down from the peak of her climax.  The nurse removed the soaked paper towel from under her on the leather chair.


The Doctor let the nurse clean up the patient, while he continued his examination impassively.  He held up a pen-light and instructed Josie to follow it with her eyes.  Josie did as instructed, trying to concentrate on the task as she felt Nursie close down the speculum and remove it from her pussy.  Next the nurse inserted a bendy, violet ridged part spreader to Josie’s labia.   The curved section of the spreader was slipped inside her to nestle against her now-sensitive G-spot while the ‘legs’ of the spreader held her swollen labia minora and majora wide open.  The Doctor was still examining Josie’s eyes so was able to detect the sudden pupil dilation of surprise as the nurse bent her head to the task of licking Josie’s wet and wide pussy with alacrity!


So sensitive was the whole area after that mind-blowing orgasm that Josie wanted to clamp her legs together and avoid the nurse’s warm wet tongue, but she was powerless to resist.  At first the licking and lapping and sucking which Nursie was carrying out had Josie clenching her fists and tightening her buttocks in something like frustration, but it was relentless and so skillful that soon Josie was climbing the walls of arousal again, moaning and wriggling, writhing and trying to thrust to meet the warm stabbing tongue which plundered her hot cunt and sucked hard on her clitoris bud.


“Slow things down please Nurse, I’m concerned our patient is getting too excited.”  The Doctor’s deep voice broke into Josie’s pleasure build-up and she felt the blood-pressure cuff once again tighten on her arm.  Nursie moved away, and wiped her mouth delicately with a tissue, but there was no disguising the haze of arousal in her eyes, and the press of her engorged nipples against her striped nurse’s uniform.  All efficiency, she made a note on her clipboard of Josie’s b/p then she used a pedal to lower the leather chair and rotate it so that Josie’s head was lower than her elevated, spread legs.  The nurse then turned to the Doctor and opened his lab coat, unzipped his flies and reached within to draw out his impressive, hard member.  With her gloved hand she gave him several long, slow pulls until his cock’s angry head was well coated with dribbles of pre-cum.  Next she guided him towards Josie’s face, which she slapped several times with his cock, before pulling Josie’s chin down to open her mouth and inserting his swollen member inside.


“We intend to test your ability to suck and your gag reflex Miss Josie,” the Doctor’s voice was not quite as calm and measured as before, as Josie began to move her tongue against his helmet.  “This test is not definitive, we believe that patients can improve in both areas with the correct practice and you may use whatever style you prefer to get the best results.”


Josie sucked and licked around his phallus as best she could, relaxing her throat to accommodate as much of his length as possible, she was happy that the Doctor had a thick cock but no longer than average.  She tried to gather drool and saliva in her mouth to work around his meaty length while she moved her head as much as her wrist fastenings would allow.  The Doctor stood rock still as she fellated him but she could tell from the bob of his adam’s apple and the ragged sound of his breathing that she was giving him pleasure with her mouth.  She drew back as far as she could to give special attention to the head of his penis and its underside, before sinking back down, taking as much of his length into her throat as she could, the choke of it making her eyes water and her mascara run.  Josie was horny now, in the third stage of arousal the nurse had noted, and she was feeling a sexual thrill from the pressure of her throat around the doctor’s length, as if by sucking hard enough she would soon feel its fleshy throb in her hungry cunt.


While Josie put every effort she could into sucking and licking and satisfying the Doctor with her slutty mouth and throat, the nurse was working in the background.  She’d loosened the Doctor’s belt so his trousers dropped to the floor around his feet.  She selected a vibrating anal probe and coated its business end with silicone lubricant then she slowly, gently began to introduce it to the Doctor’s arsehole.  He grunted with the invasion, then shuffled his feet further apart to allow the insertion.  Nursie expertly pressed it onwards til it was touching his p-spot and then she operated the dial to start its vibrations. The Doctor tried to remain dispassionate, but the vibrations which even Josie could feel running through him were going to take him over the edge pretty fast.  She made her throat as relaxed as possible and allowed her mouth to be a warm welcoming tunnel.  Soon the Doctor began thrusting his hips towards her, fucking her face as his climax built to a peak, Josie gagged and spluttered but was helpless to pull away. A low growl escaped the Doctor’s throat as the nurse held the anal probe in place while he unleashed hot jets of cum into Josie’s throat..  She sucked and swallowed as best she could, but white dribbles ran from her mouth and down her chin as his balls emptied their load.


As the Doctor came down from his climax, the nurse efficiently removed the P-spot massager from his anus and wiped it, then she grabbed handfuls of tissues to wipe clean his penis.  Josie was left dishevelled, her face streaked with tears and mascara, her chin and neck decorated with trails of fast-drying cum.  The nurse took a swab of the cum and saliva mix from Josie’s chin and a picture of her ‘destroyed’ face and once again the blood-pressure cuff tightened on Josie’s arm and a reading was taken.


“You seem to be a fully-qualified cum slut, Miss Josie.” The Doctor was business-like again now that his trousers were re-fastened. “Your pulse went up considerably carrying out that sex act.

“I also suspect that you are becoming addicted to submission and exhibitionism, which makes you very well suited for this role you have chosen.”


[If you want to read more of this medical encounter, the full story is here.  To read Cleaner Close series from the beginning Part 1 is here.


Sunday, 12 August 2018

The Satisfyer G-Spot Rabbit : Review




Hey guys it’s Vampy Valentine here with another sex toy review!  

Did it rock her world?  or could she take it or leave it?  Read on and see.

So  recently, having been gifted this toy, I tested out the Satisfyer Pro G-spot Rabbit vibrator. This toy also has air pulse technology for clitoral stimulation.  [Pretty nifty!  That sounds like quite a sexy way massage your pleasure point!]



So I really like the look of this toy - this is FANCY! I almost felt like I daren’t use it! Haha! It’s all really smooth body-safe silicone. It has a USB charger so you can charge it and take it anywhere you want to play, (even in the shower/bath) so that’s handy!


Okay, so I like how you charge the toy, because it doesn’t actually plug in to the toy but it’s magnetic! This was new to me, I thought it was a really cool feature.



This vibrator is really powerful and the the air pulsing on the clit stimulator arm felt AMAZING! I came really quickly with this toy and it was soooo intense!!! But that’s if you can work it.



I needed like a month to fully test this toy out and my main criticism is that I had a really hard time actually turning it on and off!  [Oooops! - That sounds a down-side.] 



The buttons on this vibrator are hidden which meant initially I didn’t realise they were actual buttons!  You’re supposed to hold one down for 5 seconds and it will turn the pro G-spot  Rabbit on, and this was not happening for me, in my experience it took longer than 5 seconds (so at first I thought it wasn't working). Also there’s a separate button to turn on the clitoral stimulation which is nested inside the other button so it’s hard to see, and by the time I’d figured out how to turn that on I was no longer in the mood!



I unfortunately would rate this toy 2/5!     😃😃😞😞😞



Sadly, this toy was form over function, it just didn’t do it for me BUT this doesn’t mean someone else with different sensitivity or body dimensions won't like it!



This toy was given to us in return for an honest review.  What Vampy says is her own, unbiased opinion, never influenced by the toy manufacturer, but I'd like to thank May for passing the toy to us for Vampy's evaluation.


Other people who reviewed this toy: 

Emmeline Peaches ~ who also did not get on with it

Candy Snatch ~ who liked it's g-spot stimulation

Little Switch Bitch ~ who loves rabbit vibrators and found this model made her very happy!

Saturday, 11 August 2018

Sharing Talented Bloggers' Work



Hello my Dark Darlings,

I have felt quite busy with reading and writing this week, so I want to cast these jewels before you. Also to introduce you to a great blogger whose writing I admire, and now we get to know a little more about her.  Read and enjoy and please (in the spirit of #ShareOurShitSaturday) share the links on.


In which Dr Kate Lister reveals the origins and varying usage of the word ‘whore’ and urges us to take it back and wear it as a badge of honour (the replies to her piece are very interesting too!  I quote one:

Deborah Halstead (Lennon)  4/16/2017 07:00:27 AM
Back in the early 90s, I submitted the following redefinitions:
A BITCH is an ASSERTIVE Woman
A WITCH is a Woman with KNOWLEDGE
A DYKE is a STRONG Woman
A WHORE is a Woman who ENJOYS HER SEXUALITY (including celibacy).

I pointed out at the time, that all of these attributes are celebrated in men, and that women should be proud when such terms were applied to them, to hold their heads high and say "Thank You for the compliment." to turn the insults back around.

P.S. I recently heard a new definition for the word 'cunt' that may interest you "Can't Understand Normal Thinking". If we define 'normal' as that accepted by the dominant society, we can in turn interpret the word 'cunt' to mean 'rebel'.










  • What made you decide to write a sex blog?


A couple of things led to me starting my blog. Firstly, I was a borderline obsessive user of the Lovehoney forum. My name and avi constantly dominated the first few pages as it seemed I had more to say about sex than every other user put together. 

Sex has been such a fascination of mine since I first discovered it existed and nobody I knew, even online at the time, could  match my passion for sex talk. Secondly, I had just come out of a relationship that was too short and crap to justify my pain. It made me realise my life was lacking in purpose and the hurt was more about the emptiness I was left with. So, with persuasion from a friend, I went for it and have never looked back.  


  • What’s behind the title of your blog or your blogging “name”?


When I was 14 and creating a profile on FaceWhore (I doubt anyone remembers that one), the same friend mentioned above suggested MorningGlory as a username. As 14 year olds pretending to be sexually knowledgeable do... The username stuck with me though as I joined different social media platforms and forums. Aurora Glory was an upgrade, with Aurora being the Roman goddess of dawn. It honestly feels more 'me' than my birth name now. 


  • Describe your blog in a nutshell:


Currently my blog is dominated by sex toy reviews because I have this problem where I just can't say no to sex toys. It has areas for kink, sex ed, erotica and photography, but they're all very much neglected right now. I desperately hope that won't always be the case. 


  • How long have you been blogging on this theme?


I started my blog in October 2016, so am coming up to my two year blogiversary. It really feels like it's been forever though. It recently occured to me that I'll probably never tire of sex toy reviewing, as I've been doing that for over 5 years and still absolutely love it. 


  • What is your favourite type of adult toy?


Ooo that's tough. I have to say a bullet vibe because I can't orgasm without one, but my heart belongs to the kink stuff. I swear I actually tingle with excitement just looking at my kink drawers. 


  • If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the 1 adult toy you’d take with you:


Up until a few months ago I'd have joined the chorus of people singing the praises of the We Vibe Tango. That was until I tried the Noje W1, which has completely replaced it as my go-to vibe. So much so that I haven't set eyes on my Tango since the Noje came into my life. 


  • What’s your current sexuality?  At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?


Well, I'm 28 and I still have absolutely no idea. If someone asks I generally say I'm heterosexual, as what I'm attracted to is masculinity. But, what bits they have down their pants or how they identify is completely irrelevant... So arguably not entirely hetero? 


  • What’s your preference - naked or “dressed up” for sex?  If dressed up, how so?


Most definitely dressed up, in what most companies would put in their fetish wear departments. Something tight, black and so revealing I really might as well not be wearing it. 



  • Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?


There are a lot. I sometimes think my kink is just trying new kinks. Mostly, right now, I just fantasise about having intense sexual chemistry with someone. It's been a long time and I miss the feeling. 


  • Name the fictional being or species you’d most like to have an encounter with:


I guess I'll have to admit I'm extremely boring and don't have one. I'm not especially into fiction *hangs head in shame* 


  • Anal sex - Meh or Yay?


I mostly feel meh about anal. I want to love it because it's damn hot, but I just don't. Very occasionally I'm all for it, but it's pretty rare.



  • Sex needn’t always be serious - do you have a funny moment to share?


I have an extremely immature sense of humour, so I'm probably very much on my own with what I find funny. The most I remember laughing during sex was when I seductively used an edible body paint on my partner, to reveal a chocolate painting of poop. I found it so hilarious I was crying... You see what I mean about my sense of humour? 


  • Sexting - love it or hate it?


I adore sexting! I love using words to get off and when they're the words of someone I'm into, even better!


  • Which mainstream film depicts your favourite erotic scene?


There's a pretty memorable scene in 300: Rise of an empire, it's hot and rough and full of emotion. Total yum. 


  • Do you watch porn?  


Nope, I'm all about the fantasies.  


  • Nominate your favourite adult film:


I've never watched an adult film, so I have absolutely no idea. 


  • Before you go, please tell us 1 adult blog (aside from yours) which we must add to our reading list:


There are so many amazing sex blogs and so many sex bloggers I admire, so this is almost impossible! But, the blog I'm drawn to most at the moment is FlossDoesLife. Simply because, aside from being awesome, her blog focuses on the things I'm personally really interested in right now. She's also a fantastic writer, who is inclusive, genuine and knowledgeable. And I love her podcast too, of course. 


Thank you so much for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!  


For more from Aurora check out her blog and/or follow her on Twitter.


This week I judged the #MasturbationMonday meme and chose my top 3 choices


From my blog I shared:

#WickedWednesday: Part 2 of my Trick or Treat story : Freya needs Mike's help getting into her fancy dress costume for the party

A guest post on @JoannesReview's site : I describe some of the steps in my journey towards getting kinky!