Sex & Confidence.

I get asked this a lot. Variations include “Where do you get your confidence” and “How can I become as good as all the other girls”.

What I want to know is, when did we all forget how to sex?

Sex is raw instinct. We are biologically programmed to reproduce. It is a factory installed operation that comes with no rules, no instructions. Penis + Vagina = Sex. Simple.

It’s not mean’t to play out like the perfectly scripted final cut of a porn film, with infinite wetness, perfect sound bites and ongoing erections. There will be elbows in faces, slurping noises, broken beds, mess, strange, animalistic grunts and uncontrollable laughter. Men will miss and hit you in the wrong spot, women will catch with their teeth occasionally and sometimes embarrassment will occur.

Embrace it. There are no rules or rehearsals and it can’t be edited afterwards. No matter what you do, enjoy it. Laugh at it, cry about it, do it in every room in the house or only ever in a darkened room under the sheets - it doesn’t matter as long as it is pleasurable to you.

Its not about kneeling in an enviably stylish room with perfect hair while Mr Von Hugendong wanks over your perfectly made up face.

Its about the purest pleasure of all. Your pleasure.

Does it feel good for you? Then yes. You are doing it right.

Ownership.

Being owned or owning someone is a privilege. It is not a right and it doesn’t give you the right to force another to abide by only your rules.

There is far more to it than controlling or being controlled by someone, wearing the collar, following orders & rules and carrying out the rituals. Even pure erotica isn’t the important element when it comes to ownership.

Desire. Passion. Respect. Adoration. That’s what it’s about.

Knowing that these things exist in a your partnership without having to draw attention to it. Placing your complete trust in each other, being able to read the other and know exactly what they want without being asked. 

Being there to catch one another. Sharing moments and making memories. Compromising so both you and the other are happy.

Its about devoting yourself to another and sharing in everything you do through the good and the bad. Its about catching one another if you fall. Its about love.

Orders.

The PVC corset took 15 minutes to get on by myself. The boots took around 7 seconds. I am not permitted to wear anything else. I take a picture and send it through text message„ desperate for it to be on time.

This is the first of my 2 tasks for the day. I have been told not to take them off until task 2 is complete. I try to be patient, trying to prevent my hand from sliding up by body to my exposed pussy. I sit on the cold, leather chair, desperately awaiting the soft ping of a new email, my next order. I feel myself getting wetter and look at the clock. Ten minutes has passed and nothing. I cant take it. The feel of the PVC tight around my waist and hips is too much and I begin to stroke myself gently, imagining what my master wants me to do next as my sex swells up.

Then the door opens. I panic, jumping out of the chair and walking quietly and briskly to the top of the stairs. I peek round the corner praying that it isn’t the children being dropped off early.

A large shadow crawls across the floor and a man in a suit appears at the bottom of the stairs. He looks up at me, a wicked expression on his face. I am frozen to the spot.

"One minute late" he says, climbing the stairs slowly. My heart is thudding in my chest.

"S-s-sorry Master. I won’t do it again".

"Not good enough". 

He grasps my arm and drags me through to the bedroom, turning me away from him.

"Bend over" he commands. I obey all too hastily, resting my elbows on the bed in front of me. I hear the clinking of his belt being undone and the sound of leather and fabric rubbing as he pulls it through the loops. 

The clanking stops and their is a pause. It feels like minutes pass and i feel my wetness begin to slide down my legs.

Crack. I whimper pathetically. Crack, Crack, Crack. Each time the same sorry whimper escapes.

"One for every second I was kept waiting" he growls. But instead of another smack I feel the silky, cold sensation of lubricant being applied to my rear end. He thrusts one finger in, then two and extracts them just as vigorously. Grabbing my hair and pulling me back, he enters my ass roughly and I cry out in pain. It hurts more than it has ever hurt before, but I find myself growing closer to an intense orgasm with every thrust.

"I want you to cum. Now".

I let go and we cum together. He rolls off me and I float in submissive euphoria.