Mixing things up; Spontaneity, terrible jokes and ignoring ‘traditional’ BDSM roles.

Whilst I love our kink-fueled sex marathons, sometimes it’s the small things that make mine and Chris’s relationship stronger and give it depth. I love how no two days are ever the same with us. This weekend being a perfect example. My period was in town, annoyingly vagina blocking me. (I don’t mind period sex but I often just feel too icky and sore, and that makes it difficult to get my fires burning). Saturday we cuddled and watched films – usually when I’m ill I watch Finding Nemo, it’s kind of a ritual, but instead I braved the Lion King (despite needing no extra tear-jerking material). Later he made sure I had chocolate and then sat with me as I caught up on twitter, as per usual the kinky retweets got him a little hot under the collar. We fooled around like we were teenagers again. I unbuttoned his jeans, singing “Asante Sana Squashed Banana” as I attempted to release his penis from its denim confinement. Honestly I shouldn’t be allowed to watch the films of my childhood, I obviously cannot be trusted not to bastard-ise them. When my excellent bj skillz had him spurting hot cum into my mouth, I slurped loudly before exclaiming “Slimy yet satisfying.” He laughed so I guess I’m forgiven for being gross. I do love to have a giggle in the bedroom, and our kinkier sessions don’t always leave much room for light-hearted fun.

Sunday we sank into the bath together, soaking whilst watching Netflix, and we all know what that leads to. He soon had his hand over my mouth, my legs pried and pinned open, and was rubbing my engorged clit like he was trying to start a fire. He ignored my futile (And frankly half-hearted) attempts to push his hands away. He knows I love to feel his strength, to feel helpless and be forced to orgasm. When that was done he pulled me upright, gave me a massage, and then whispered in my ear, “What more can I do for you mistress?”. He got his orders swiftly, to wash my hair for me and then take me upstairs and fuck me like he hated me. I’m a complicated creature and I love that the roles and expectations of Dominants and Submissive’s are completely interchangeable to us.

2 thoughts on “Mixing things up; Spontaneity, terrible jokes and ignoring ‘traditional’ BDSM roles.

  1. lmflmf

    I love your musings, some blogs can get a little impersonal but yours has a lot of your personality in it which makes it more personable and less a toy review site.

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    1. Echo Post author

      Awwh thankyou, my intention was/is for the blog to be a really personal exploration so I’m glad you think so 🙂 Way more musings to come!

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