Master B meets Lana

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Amber and I were texting one evening early in our affair. We were discussing anal sex. At this point, I had massaged her sphincter and even inserted my finger while we were enjoying vaginal intercourse. Amber confessed that she was excited by the anal play and that it heightened her orgasm (well duh) but she was fearful of trying anal intercourse. We also talked about deep throat and gag fucking. She was being elusive about both. That evening it occurred to me that Amber had a fear of failure.
In her professional life, Amber is most always in control and failure is a sign of weakness to her. She was having a tough time venturing outside of her comfort zone because she feared failure. I offered to her that she could take on an alter ego that would try these new things. And since I have myself been fantasizing of being a Dom, I suggested she be my submissive for a role playing season.
We needed a name for My new sub, I thought it would be generous to allow Amber to choose the name that her alter ego would answer to. I offered the simple single letter or calling her by a number as if she were inventorial property. She did not warm to either of those and asked that I choose a name for my sub. I mulled it over a bit and offered Lana. Amber liked that and so my sub would be called anal spelled backward. I liked where this was going.
After a couple of weeks of online training sessions, Mistress Amber sent Lana to the door of Master B.
I had not been home from work very long when Lana presented herself at the door. She was dressed alluring, but tasteful. Her breast were prominently on display and she worn a loose mini skirt so that Master had easy access to her tight little ass. Master B. had Lana stand while he inspected her wares. He removed a breast from her bra and tugged on the nipple until it was stiff and erect. Very nice. He turned Lana around and had her bend and lift her skirt to her hips. He squeezed her firm ass cheeks then ran His fingernails up the back of her thigh. A slight whelp lingered in the trail. He grabbed her ass hard digging His nails into her flesh. A slight whimper escaped from Lana’s throat. He released and slapped her ass hard. A gasp followed by what could be best described as a purr. Okay, Amber was totally into the Lana character.
Master B instructed Lana to pour Him 3 fingers of Bourbon (she has tiny fingers) and to add 2 ice cubes while He retreated to the armchair. When she arrived with His drink, she was instructed to sit on the floor in front of His chair. She was told to remove His shoes which she did as He sipped on His bourbon.
Master required a bath. Lana was instructed to go draw a bath for Master B. She obliged while He enjoyed His drink. With the bath ready, Lana undressed her Master and led Him to the waiting tub of warm water. Once He was seated in the bath, Lana positioned herself on the edge of the tub and washed her Master’s body. Front and back, neck to knees. Master was pleased by the attention. Lana had earned a pleasure award. With the bath complete and Master toweled dry, Lana knelt before Him and awaited His next instruction.
That next instruction was for Lana to suck Master’s cock until it was hard. With a hard cock, Master stood, took Lana’s head in His hands and forced His cock deep down her throat. He pumped his cock in her throat until she gagged. He pulled out and allowed her to catch her breath. Then He forced it down again. She would gag, and He would withdraw. His cock was glistening with her saliva. He stood her up and guided her to the edge of the bed.
Forcing her to bend over the bed, Master B lifted Lana’s skirt. Her slim hips and pretty little asshole had Him on fire. He wanted to unload in that ass. Lubricated with her saliva, His cock head entered her ass easily. But as he glides in, she screams in pain. I pull out quickly. Too soon and too fast. Even a sub deserves respect. Next time I will prepare her ass for an insertion. No load in her ass tonight, but still a very rewarding evening. We will be doing this role play again.

The Bucket List

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I recently came across a Female Sexual Bucket List. The woman that re-posted it
http://thestir.cafemom.com/love_sex/106248/the_sexual_bucket_list_50?ref=otherstories
commented on how 90% of this could be done with a monogamous partner.
I looked the list over, and I think 90% may be a bit of a stretch. But it does make a pretty good point. Relationships need to be kept fresh and lively. We have had some comments about our blog demeaning the sanctity of marriage. When I read this bucket list I immediately thought of an interview Tammy Faye Baker gave in the early 90’s. I cannot find a link to the exact quote (if you know it, please share). But she once stated (before it was public that Jim was having affairs) that “a good Christian woman will be many women for her husband”.
Take that quote, the comment by the woman re-posting the bucket list and the fact that people have affairs and we may be onto something here: Role Play.
Hooker/John
Teacher/Student
Master/Sub
Rapist/Victim
Mother/Son
Father/Daughter
The options are vast.
Amber and I early on started a role play to allow her to step out of her comfort zone and experience new things. We have a Dom/sub role with Master B and Lana. Brian gets to be sinister and play with bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, toys and all sorts of other demeaning things. Amber gets to explore her limits without compromising Amber’s integrity.
Amber desires Teacher/Student play while I want to explore a rape fantasy. Point is, if you are married and wanting to keep your mate interested, maybe having an affair within your marriage is something you should consider.
My next post will be a Master B and Lana account.
Stay tuned.

Honor Your Lover

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Classy Dress can be Very Sexy

Classy Dress can be Very Sexy

I crossed the half century mark 2 years ago. During my years, I have experienced many women. Of those many, there have been a handful of long term relationships. By long term I mean more than 2 months. In all of those relationships, including my 18 year marriage, I have never experienced this thing that Amber does. When we are planning to meet, she will text or call and ask me what I want her to wear.

Is that not the greatest thing? I get say in what my lover is going to look like when we are together. If my mood is Classy  with a hint of Slut, I can tell her to wear the green dress unbuttoned to the 3rd button and a ribbed tee under. If I want total slut, I ask for the denim mini and ribbed tee with a pushup bra. Regardless, I get to have input in what she will be wearing for our date.

Consider this our followers. What better way to honor your lover than by allowing them to choose the costume you will wear to the play. Because the costume does dictate the role you will be playing. This has major ramifications. If I am in the mood to tease and pet Amber’s pussy under the table at dinner and she shows wearing slacks, petting is so not happening. If we are going someplace where I want to stun the crowd, slutty is not the look. Classy is look for that. So her asking me what I want her to wear is really allowing me to set the stage for the performance that the evening will be.

I am not so sure that this is a two way street however. As a heterosexual male, the closest thing to caring about my wardrobe is the sniff test to see if the shirt is fresh enough to wear again. Just kidding. But frankly, I think I know what Amber wants to see me wearing and that is what I put on. I don’t ask. I do pay attention to what color my eyes are acting while I am dressing. I have those eyes that can be green or aqua or blue depending on my mood. If they are playing blue, I will select a lighter colored shirt which seems to set off the blue and get them noticed. My version of wearing a push up and ribbed tee, but I cannot dictate the color of my eyes.

Maybe this depends on the dominance levels of the relationship? For sure Amber is submissive to my Mr. B role. And I think she is naturally submissive, so asking me what I want her to wear is logical. But even if you are not submissive by nature, would it not benefit your relationship to allow your lover some say in what you will be wearing when you meet?

How I became an Orgasm Junkie

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I don’t really lose bets.  This one, I will not admit to losing, it was more of a Freebie.  Of course, if you asked Brian, he’ll say he won fair and square.

It was late at night.  Brian and I had been discussing his previous experiences, which were many.  I sometimes felt overwhelmed, and I had a thing in the back of my mind about being the best he ever had.

Brian had told me about being able to tease a woman for an hour, just holding her at the edge of an orgasm for a whole hour!!! (Of course I wanted my share of that).  I was yet again skeptical of Brian’s abilities.  I also remember him saying that I orgasm during foreplay at least once.  So having that in mind, I decided to challenge him with a bet.

“He would tease me for an hour and I wouldn’t come. If he won, I’d drive 3 blocks topless, If I won, I’d get to tie him up”

The day of the bet was a sunny Tuesday and I was wearing… what was I wearing?. I don’t remember.  Doesn’t matter…

Brian started working me up to an orgasm with… His tongue of course, soft kisses here and there that grew up more and more aggressive, only to suddenly stop.  That wasn’t enough punishment from Mr. B, Though.

He asked me to lay on my back, my knees at the edge of the bed, he kneeled on the floor and looked up at me, I got the a “Girl, you in trouble!” look that made me whimper a little bit.  He smiled and …. YES!! the feeling! so intense and I was right there!, he had me where he wanted me.  The Magic of  a make up brush.  (Yes, girls, A. MAKE UP. BRUSH!!!) he played with my clit, my slit, my thighs, he slowly and fast, slowly again.  He took an eyebrow brush and he played with my inner labia, yes, he  brushed me into a delicious orgasm… not yet…. almost.

He works upward, he starts playing with my nipples, twisting, and pulling, massaging my breasts and my kissing and biting, meanwhile, inside I´m getting fingered and played and I´m just about ready, finally I can feel it coming, my well deserved orgasm…

WHAT?!!…Why … the….hell are you stopping….?! You Son of a b….!!!!

¨Fifteen more minutes¨ he said. And I felt a need for that orgasm high I get after Brian, plays with me.

I did not want to hold it anymore, my orgasm, was there, ready for me to get it, an incredibly sharp, intense orgasm, waves of pleasure, slipping between my fingers, I had to stop it, I decided I did not want to let him stop, not this time.  I did the one thing left to do… I begged.

¨You, asshole!!¨, Please, please can I come now?¨

With that look, that manages to melt me every single time. He looked at me and said: ¨You May¨ I came, in waves and waves of orgasmic bliss, that I still think about from time, to time.

Watching Brian´s look of accomplishment, brings an edge to my orgasms that I don´t know how to describe, but I always look for when I get my orgasm fix….