Friday, January 12, 2007

Reposting My Favorite Posts by Bliatz

A few of my favorite bloggers seem to come and go (much like myself on more than one blog) and regrettably Bliatz is closing down her blog. I can't stand the thought of losing her work. I have often gone back to her blog when I remember that she expressed her thoughts so well on this or that. I think of it as a definitive work on the subject which she addresses.

In closing her blog, Bliatz writes, "If you've enjoyed some of my writing, and if you want to keep it, steal it, republish it, or whatever - feel free to do so. But please leave a note with my name on it if you do (if I may be so vain)." So what follows below are my favorite posts from her most erotically exquisite body of work...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

CONFESSIONS OFA WORD WHORE - PART 1

by Bliatz on August 17, 2004
"You are mine. Totally mine, you whore! Don't you ever forget that. Tell me! Tell me how much you love having my fingers up that deliciously wet, slutty little cunt of yours. I can hear your horny little moans! All wet, aren't you? I want to hear you say it. Say it!"

Talking dirty. That's such a massive turn on for me. I crave it, I need it almost as much as I need physical handling. This probably comes as no big surprise if you've read some of my former posts, such as Remote control or Camwhore. To me, talking dirty is close to being physical. Such lingo literally pours into me. It keeps me restrained, keeps my mind in that particular ecstatic space, just as effectively as the cuffs and ropes restraining my body.

However, to some subs, it can be a complete turn off. Maybe these differences originates in personal history, maybe in the fact that some demand verbal coercion and others control through physical handling. It is my guess that to many submissives, a masterful combination of the two is a virtual escalator to paradise.

Talking dirty can be quite an art form. It has to be performed with insight and with the right attitude - which isn't easy. To some Doms, it probably feels as difficult as it feels to give a first spanking when you are deeply conditioned against violence and usually wouldn't hurt a fly (which, fortunately, most of us are). Apart from the inner reluctance to talk to anyone that way, there's also the whole issue of how to do it. Which type of talk works and which doesn't? Which phrases are turn ons or instruments of control? Well, although we are all different in this respect, I'll try to sketch out my take on the why's and how's of this particular form of D/s interaction.

My take on dirty talking is subjective. The things that turn me in is my special dictionary, my special vocabulary of words, tones of voice and timing. I think most subs knows their own. Generally, dirty talking can be a very strong means of control to me. To put it in a very general way: you can tie me down and spank me, but if you keep quiet, my mind will still attempt to top you. It will be elsewhere, judging, observing, labelling, evaluating, controlling. Words are necessary means of control to me.

Asking

One of the forms of dirty talking I love is asking. Not nice, polite questions. I get turned on by coercing, manipulating questions about what I want, what I am and how I feel. When being tied up and blindfolded, fingers rubbing my clit or while being fucked hard from behind ... what I long to hear is questions. "Do you want it? Do you want this cock in your mouth, huh?", "How does this feel? Does it feel good having this cock up your ass, you little bitch?". Apart from the fact that the crudeness of the words, the lingo in itself, turns me on big time, being coerced into responding to crude, horny questions like that also force me to recognize myself. To feel and respond. To be there and to admit loudly, that yes, I am his slut, yes, I do love being fucked like that, yes! When I answer, I speak to myself as much as to him. When I answer I dive into my shamelessness. The dialogue holds me there, keeps me in place, and confirms to us both that he has brought me there.

Asking the questions forcefully enhances my sensations and my loss of control. Answering forces me to recognize that I am there, at that moment, buried deeply in emotions that my social conditioning has labelled as forbidden. As "slutty". As "cheap". As the emotions and sensations of a "fucking whore". And as belonging to him. "Yes, I do!". "Yes, I am!". By answering I am forced to re-label myself. That, to me, is a very strong sign of control.

Commanding
To me, commanding me to behave in specific ways ("Bend over and let me feel how slutty wet you are!"), or commanding me to say certain things ("Tell me that you're my slut! Say "I am your slut!") is deeply entangled in the Dominant/submissive exchange. One thing is being manhandled and pushed about, being tied up or spanked. But the control inherent in taking over my words, in making me speak in certain ways, is very strong. I am a word person. I am usually well spoken. By commanding me to say specific things, a Dom will control a very significant part of me.

Via commands I can be removed from my inhibitions. Only commands will make me masturbate in front of anyone, for instance. Commands help push my limits. I think commanding is a more sensitive field than asking. Each sub will probably react quite differently to commands, to the tone of voice in which they are expressed or to the very things she/he is commanded to do.

Commands can be whispered, they can be shouted, they can be teasing, loving, angry, punishing. There is no right way to do this. We are all different.

.... To be continued

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

REMOTE CONTROL

by Bliatz on June 27, 2004

Crickets! .... crickets? ... there aren't any crickets here ...

I wake up, dazed and confused, my mind slowly gaining enough presence to identify the sound. I reach out and pick up the phone. "Hello ... " I mumble, my lips numb with sleep. Silence. I hear the distant sound of a car passing by on a wet, deserted street. Nightly sounds. But no voice. Just a presence there. A withheld breath. I'm fully alert now, my responses conditioned deeply within me ... I gaze quickly at the bed beside me, but there's no one there.

"Tell me what you are!" The voice is low and very calm. I think I recognize it, but the adrenaline surging through me breeds a little doubt. "What? Who is this, please...?", I murmur, attempting to gain some sort of control. My body shows no doubt, a spreading heat already holding my cunt in its grip, my nipples starting to itch.

"Shut up, bitch! I'm not in the mood for those stupid games of yours. You know who I am. Now you must tell me what you are!". He waits. I hear him waiting. Assured of his own control. I hesitate, then ...

"Slut .... I'm a slut". The word! It's just a word! Stop it! It passes through my throat and into the phone, but it doesn't leave my body. It licks the hot skin on my belly, parts the swelling lips of my pussy and settles like a hot, craving mouth around my clit. A suppressed moan escapes me.

"Oh yes, you are," his voice states calmly," you're my slut, that's what you are. And a naked, horny slut too, aren't you? I bet your tasty little nipples are all hard by now. Take off the covers. I want you to be completely naked for me. Have you done so?"

"Yes", I whisper, sensing the cool night air from the open window on my hot, sleepy skin.

"Go get your headset. I want you to have both hands free. And bring our blue friend too! Hurry!"

I get out of bed and stumble across the room. My heart is beating hard, and my knees are shaking. I find my headset and plug it into the phone. "Damn him!", I think to myself, "He can't do this?" My hands shake as I put the headset on. I find the blue, vibrating dildo and sit down on the bed. The weight of it in my hand, it's shape ... the feeling of holding a big, hard cock. "I ... I'm done!", I say, a little loud. He laughs. "Oh no, you're far from done, you whore. Get back into bed, face down."

I lie down on my front, face turned to one side. Through the headset his voice flows into me like a sweet poison, my addiction.

"I know you are wet by now. I can almost feel my fingers burying themselves in that juicy cunt of yours. My cunt, that's what you are. You know what to do now ... lift that ass of yours a little and slip your fingers down there. Tell me how wet you are. You juice up so easily, don't you? No matter if you want to or not!" His voice is getting more intense, concentrated like a beam. He is aroused, but I sense him monitoring my every breath, my every move. Remaining focused. As always.

I lift my ass, slowly, just a little, my thighs slightly spread. I slide one arm under my body and let my hand rest over my shaven pussy. So warm. I feel the pulse beating hard in my palm. I part my smooth lips with two fingers, and let the tip of my middle finger slip into my pussy. "Yes ...." I sigh, "I am .. wet!"
"Of course you are!" A short, hoarse laugh. "Now, punish that little cunt. It needs to be told who's in charge here. Fuck it with two fingers from behind. And use your other hand on that greedy little clit of yours. I can almost feel it, wet and erect and longing for my fingers."

I do as he says. I press two fingers deep into myself, my arm resting over my back, and quickly slide the other arm under me, fingering my clit. He is right. It is greedy. Needy. I moan as I place a finger on each side of it and start carressing it in small, steady circles.

"Can you feel my fingers, you filthy whore? Can you feel them working that clit? Feel them taking care of that tight, wet little hole? They squeeze that clit a little, don't they. Squeeze it! And then ... don't move. Just keep that steady, steady squeeze!"

I squeeze my clit gently and let out a loud, whimpering noise. I am losing myself. It is his fingers now. His long, strong, beautiful fingers taking what is theirs. I lie still. My clit drowns my brain with double coded messages. Slight pain .. stop ... slight pain ... oh, yes .... squeeze ... he is ... aaaahhh. I moan into the headset. I hear his breath shortening.

"I am so hard now. My cock loves it when I have my fingers up that juicy little slutty cunt of yours. I'm stroking my warm, hard cock .. slowly ... feeling the cool night air licking it ... I know you want this hard, hard cock between those luscious lips of yours. Get our blue friend now and stuff it deep up that greedy, dripping little cunt. Turn the vibrator on. Max vibes! But don't you dare stop squeezing that clit. It is mine! I have you on a leash ... by your clit ... do you understand?" I sense him now. I sense how he starts stroking himself faster, his breath spiced with short grunts. The sound is like a hot tongue in my ear.

Aah..aahh.. yyy...yyess!", I pant, grabbing the dildo. He owns me. The unceasing pressure on my clit is erasing my thoughts. I take the dildo, turn on the vibrator and press it ... in one move ... deep, deeep ... "AAhhhmyG ...I ... think I'm gonna cum .. I can't ... !!

"That's it. Do you feel my cock now, bitch? Fills you up good? You have to suck me too ... I'll fuck your cunt and mouth so hard now. Take those wet, juiced up fingers of yours and put them in your mouth. Leave the dildo in place. And do not ease the pressure on the clit!!"

My ass still lifted slightly, I remove my hand and feel the dildo deep within me, it's slight bend making its head press hard, vibrating, against that place, that hidden, soft place in my core. Just like his cock, that perfect bend. I suck my fingers. It is his cock in my cunt, my juices tracing my inner thighs. It is his cock in my mouth. It is his fingers holding my clit ... holding it ... the pressure will never stop. I am taken over, screaming hoarsely, panting and whimpering as the orgasm grows within me. My boundaries dissolve. I am pussy, clit and mouth. Mouth. Clit. Cunt.

The sensations are too strong. I scream, muffled, my fingers in my mouth. "I ...am .. I ... coming .. mmaah ... ah ... pwm ... pwmmm ... pwmmease!!"

"Yes!! Cum for me, you fucking slut!", he says. Decisively. I am allowed. I cum. I cum. I cum. The violent tremors of my cunt press the dildo half way out. I suck on my fingers like the nourishment of an entire lifetime could be sucked from them. And I cum. I cum.

As the shaking subsides and my mind partially returns I hear myself moaning, panting, repeating: "OhmyGod .. OhmyGod .. OhGod .. you ... you ... bastard!!!" He laughs. A loud laughter. He loves this.

"That's my girl. Very good girl. I was so close to shooting my load right here. But I don't know if you have deserved it. So I'm saving it. Now look up behind you. On top of the closet. See the cam there? I'm going to save that film for later use. And if you haven't done exactly as I told you, I'll have to make you do the whole thing all over again until you get it right. Then, maybe, you can have it all. And where you want it. But go back to sleep now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand", I whisper, torn between wanting to have done well and wanting to have made at least one tiny mistake along the way. I fall asleep almost instantly. Headphones still on, fingers in my mouth and my hand under my pussy.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

CAMWHORE

by Bliatz on June 10, 2004

We turn on our web cams, and my phone rings. I feel self-conscious and slightly intimidated by the phone. I watch him watch me on his screen, phone by his ear.

Him: "Now tell me what you'll do to yourself!"

Me: "What do you want me to do?"

On my knees on the chair, I slowly pull down my pants, turning so I can see the curve of my ass on my screen. He looks as if he enjoys the sight. So do I, but before I do anything else, he stops me:

Him: "Sit down again and let me see your nipples. Show me those hard, slutty little nipples. Work them for me and tell me how it feels."

My nipples are extremely sensitive and hard. More than usual. Burning, almost. Lustful. I get so deeply turned on by his voice and the feeling and look of what I am doing to my nipples, that I start sighing and moaning on the phone, my intimidation gone. I slip my hand down and feel my pussy getting juicer by the second. I run my fingers up and down my slit, sensing the moist heat.

Me: "I'm feeling up my pussy. God, I'm so wet, you won't believe it! I get so hot from this."

Him, in a low voice: "And so you should! Work that clit for me now ... work it! Yes, like that! Feels good, does it? I want to lick you, slide my tongue all the way from your clit to your ass and back. Feel that? Feel my tongue working you good? ... mmmm .... You are such a filthy slut!"

Me, moaning: "Shit, yes ... I am ... nasty!"

Him: "You like that so much, don't you, bitch! Just love being so so nasty to that cunt! I can see it in your face. Come on rough it up, fuck it for me now. You are such a whore, you know that, such a dirty motherfucking little whore!"

I lift my ass a little from the chair and slide three fingers up my warm, wet pussy. I feel almost completely controlled by his low, insisting voice. I hold the phone in one hand and fuck myself with the other, moving my fingers in and out, pressing them as deep as they can go up my pussy. I moan louder, my breath shortening ... gasping.

Him: "Now ... Put the phone down there ... to that tight little wet pussy of yours ... I want to hear you fuck it ... your juicy noises ... "

I do as he says and fuck myself faster and harder. Greedy pussy! Feels as if it wants to eat my fingers, wet and hot and hungry, juices flowing. I moan and watch him on the webcam, slowly unzipping and showing me his cock close up. He pulls it in again and zips his trousers, still working his cock through them. I can't hold myself back much longer, I'm so turned on and sense an orgasm closing in, the mucles around my clit starting to feel almost electric and so so hot ...

Me:" I can't ... I ca... I'm cuming .... Can ... I ... cum...please! Please!!"

Him: "Yes! Cum, you fucking slut! Cum for me NOW!

I lean back in the chair. I use my shoulder to press the telephone against my ear, spread my legs and work my clit fast and hard, while pulling my nipples with the other hand. I sense - more than really hear - him whispering in my ear, an endless monologue of dirt flowing like current to my clit ... I have no choice. I cum, legs spread, head back and him watching me and listening to my whining. I cum hard. A little noisy I think.

I lean forward, closer to the cam, pussy still contracting hard, my nipples hard and hot. I'm so so done, but he has no intention of losening his grip. He says that he wants me to cum again for him. But I need a break. I need time to collect myself. I'm so way out there, pussy throbbing, mind dizzy with want and dirt talk. I need control. So I disobey. "No!" , I say. I sit still, looking in the cam, look at him. I steady my breath, my voice. I tell him to wait a little. I don't want to cum again just yet.

Him:" What!! Forget that, Bitch! You're not the one to decide. Be real careful now. You're a slut and that's it! You want this, I know that. You're my slut and you do as I say. Now! I'll make my friends fuck you so hard, as I've told you. You'd like that, wouldn't you? One cock deep in your pussy, one in that tight little butthole of yours. I can see you want that, you'd love to have me jerk off in your face while they fuck you so hard."

I can't stop it now. I am his slut ... sliding deeper and deeper into subspace, my heart beating hard while I listen to his unstoppable voice. I start sqeezing my nipples and playing my clit.

Him: "That's better! Now ... I want you to get really nasty for me! Turn around and stick three fingers up your ass. Let me see you pressing them all the way up there. No sensitive stuff, just ram them up there as deep as they can go. Do it now, slut!"

I turn, knees and legs shaky. On my knees on the chair, ass toward the cam, I do as he says. I press three fingers up my ass. My pussy is throbbing, so wet.

Him: "That's it. All the way to the thumb, you cunt. All the way. Good girl! Mmmm, like that nasty ass of yours! Turn around now! Come close to the cam, really close. You know what I want you to do now, don't you? Let me see your mouth closer. Lick those lips for me. And lick those fingers... suck your fingers ... been all the way up your ass they have."

After a short protest I do as he says, and suck my fingers, watching myself on my screen, fingers sliding into my greedy mouth. I suck them, eyes half closed, watching him unzipping again. He is so hard, the head purple and shiny from precum.

Him: "You'd love to suck this cock, wouldn't you, bitch? Feel it sliding in between those hot, wet lips and ram down your throat while I pull you by the hair? I can see how bad you want that. Tell me that ... come on ... tell me how bad you want me to spray my load in your face. My filthy little cumwhore that's what you are..."

Me: "Yes ...mmmm... yesyesyes! Please!!... I want ... that ... so bad! ... Please! "

Him: "I'll fuck that mouth of yours so roughly and for so long!!"

I start working my clit, feeling my second orgasm taking over, and let myself slide into it, moaning and whining on the phone, the muscles in my whole body tense and heating up, the contractions taking me over. I have no resistance left. I cum so so hard, my thighs tense and my clit throbbing with heat and pleasure.

As I return to reality, I see him stroking his cock slowly. Very slowly. I get greedy ... I need to see him cum. I want to see him jerk off and cum. I beg him to jerk off for me and to let me watch. "Please!". He refuses. Zips his trousers and won't let me see his cock again. I can see it pressing against his trousers.

Him: "You were such a bad girl earlier. Not obeying me when I told you to cum. Now clean yourself up and go to bed. You did good, but not quite good enough!"

He logs off and I sit there. Completely spent. And still so hungry. I did want to see him jerk off. I needed that bad. But I also know that I wasn't a good girl. I disobeyed. I'll have to do better.

Monday, January 08, 2007

CLICK! SMACK! - PART 1

by Bliatz on August 22, 2004

I'll be shaven. Smooth. Pussy. Armpits. Legs.
I'll slide my love balls up my cunt in the morning.
Let them work me crazy.
You phone me from work
Whisper how you want to press my back up against the wall
Restrain me by telling me to keep my arms over my head.
Not to move
While you squeeze both nipples, hard, through the fabric of my shirt.
Watching my face while you tell me how hard they are.
You'll enjoy lifting my shirt over my tits, you say,
and tease, squeeze, tongue and suck on my hard, slutty nipples
'till it makes me cum so hard I can't stand up.

When it's time, I'll be soaking wet.
So wet and increasingly nervous that I ever agreed to this experiment.
Agreed ... well ... that's really not the right word, is it?
Begged?

I'll wait for you in the bathroom
I'm wearing a skirt and high heeled sandals.
A simple black tank top with thin straps.
You've told me to take off my bra and my panties.
And I have. How could I not?
My shirt rubs my nipples when I move.
It feels like an all too gentle touch.
I need a harder touch than that.
I'll feel feverish, skin oversensitized
Mouth dry
I will have to press my forehead against the cold tiles to cool myself down.
I'll probably regret.
I'll probably bitch myself for not refusing.

When ... or until ... I hear that knock on the door.

I look at myself in the mirror.
Briefly. Just for a second.
My lips will be turning a deeper red.
Sure sign of arousal.
I'll look haunted. Guess I am haunted. By my needs.
I open the door and you slip inside.
Stealth. Confidence. I like that.

You often read me well.
You can probably tell that I'm nervous.
Just as you'll know that I'm soaking wet.
And that you've got me into that space
where I WILL do as you say.

You've brought your bag.
I try to laugh it off. "You didn't!!"
"Yes, I did!", you'll say.
You don't laugh.
Just a slight smile.
I'm not getting off this hook.
You place your bag on the floor and look at me.
How can you be this calm?
"Pull up your shirt and get those arms over your head as I told you to!"
I slowly pull my shirt up and lift my arms.
The tiles feel very cold.
Chills my burning skin.
"Skirt up too!" you say, "and spread!"
I lift my skirt, wriggling a little to get it all they way over my ass.
My nipples are erect and I get very selfconscious standing there,
Legs slightly apart.
Nipples and naked pussy so exposed now
You seem to like that.
Exposure

Slowly, you reach out and take each nipple between two fingers.
You stand back a little and monitor my reactions very carefully.
A well applied pressure.
You don't look at what you are doing.
You keep looking at my face.
The sensation makes me take one deep, sharp breath.
You bend and take a nipple in your mouth.
You suck it in
your tongue playing its hard, little knob.
You bite, gently.
I can't get enough of that.
I start moaning.
You stop and stand up, place a hand over my mouth, and press my head back.
Quickly, your hand slides down my front
over the curled up skirt around my hips.
I feel your hand on the warm, smooth skin on my thigh,
moving up, up, up ...
In one rough, decisive move you open my pussy lips and let your fingers find
my wet hole.
Your hand press hard against my mouth as you slide two fingers into me.
You press my love balls deeper.
I can hear the wet, tight noises from my pussy
as your fingers move in and out of me
and can't help spreading my thighs
a little more
to let your fingers press the love balls in deeper.
Oh yes … deeper!

You whisper between your teeth:
"Damn, what a fucking slut you are!"
Then you pull out.

I start breathing heavily through my nose
sensing your fingers on my clit.
Your hand still pressed against my mouth,
your fingers play my clit and pussy until I start whimpering.
You look me in the eyes.
"Be quiet! Look at me! And listen!"
I look you in the eyes, my nostrils flaring above your hand.

Your eyes lock onto mine, your fingers still working my clit.
Slowly. Cruelly.
"This is what I want you to do:
Bend over and hold on to the sink.
Hold on to it, arch you back and do not move, no matter what!
Understand? Do you understand??"

I nod the best I can
my mind split between your eyes and your fingers
working my clit without pause.
Without mercy ...
I feel an orgasm swelling inside me
a deep sea detonation.

You stop and push me toward the sink
I bend over, holding on to the cold, white porcelain.
I don't know what you are going to do.
My mind is racing into subspace
I fight it
Try to remain focused
Fuck, we shouldn't be doing this!!
What am I thinking?
This is my work place
Someone might find us
You and your "public places"!
For God's sake, what am I think...

(... part 2)

Sunday, January 07, 2007

CLICK! SMACK! - PART 2

by Bliatz on August 22, 2004

(Here's part 1)

Smack!
Your snake skin belt
The sting burns my ass and numbs my mind.
I gasp and tumble into that place in my head
where thought is silenced

I moan quietly
bite my lower lip to keep myself from whimpering loudly
You are right behind me
Our digicam sits at the edge of the sink
a faint taste of blood
in my mouth

You push my legs a little wider apart
I feel wide open
Vulnerable
you use your fingers on one hand to spread my pussy
and with the other you start pulling at the nylon string from my love balls
slowly
I feel the balls moving
Feel my cunt expanding as one of them slides out
wet, shiny ball
then the other...
You are quiet
concentrated
I only hear your breath shortening slightly
as you slide three fingers up my cunt
then out and up, circling, juicing the tight hole between my cheeks

I gasp as you slide a finger up my ass
fucking me in slow, lustful moves
two fingers, still fucking my ass really slowly

I close my eyes, hold my breath
and concentrate on being quiet
as I feel you pulling your fingers out
and gently pressing one of the love balls against my ass
increasing the pressure
pressing harder
until it slides in
I whimper, but not in pain
You press the second ball in
I moan a little louder
"Shut up" you say
as you use your thumb to press the balls in deeper
"and get up!"

I get up, legs wobbly, knees not functioning.
I am dizzy and I have almost no reluctance left.

"Get on your knees, take off my belt and hand it to me!"
I kneel in front of you.
You slowly rub your erection through your jeans
I remove your belt.
My hands are shaking a little as I hand it to you.
I feel the love balls so much.
They expand me.
It drives me nuts

"Now - back to the sink!"

I bend over and close my eyes
You are doing something behind me
And I don't know what
until I feel the tip of something cold
sliding in my wet open pussy
Just the tip
of something ...? That?

I open my mouth
No sound
and try to push backwards
to get more
to get it all the way
deeper

Smack!
The shock and the sharp pain spreading over both my cheeks takes my breath
away
"You really want this big blue cock, don't you, slut?" you whisper.
You slide it in ... just a little deeper.

Smack!

I whine ... "yes!"
"I ... do"
I have to hold my hand over my mouth.
I can feel my juices tracing the insides of my thighs

Smack!

You press it a little deeper
It is so big
Is it too big?
I can't ...
It presses against the love balls
Stuffed ... you press a little deeper

Smack!

"Move that hand and tell me what you are!"
I feel an orgasm spreading
warm currents gathering at my center

"I .... nnnn!"

Smack!

"I'm .. I ... am a slut!"

Smack!
You press the dildo as deep as it can go
Roughly
I can take no more inside me
I am filled .. I ...
I scream into my palm

"You are what? Whose slut?"

Smack!

"You .. you ... bastard ... your .. your slut!"
I pant
whimpering ...

You let your belt drop to the floor
and fuck my pussy deeply
in hard thrusts
with the dildo
holding your other hand over my mouth
catching my screams in your palm

"I'mm coming .. mmm....!"
I roar into your palm
can't hold it any longer
my pussy and ass fucked so hard
so deep
my cheeks blushing and pink from the belt

You stop and pull the dildo out
so slowly
it feels as if it will never stop sliding out of me
"No way, bitch! ... you're not coming and your not going anywhere either.
Not until I say so! And not until you've been really slutty for me!"

I look at you
dazed and pretty confused
from being stopped so close to coming
"What? What do you mean?" I whisper.
"I've just been a complete slut for you!!"

You grab a handful of hair on the back of my head
and gently pull my head back
your mouth is very close to my ear
"No! YOU haven't been a slut for me yet.
This was ME treating you like one! That's all."

(... part 3)

Saturday, January 06, 2007

CLICK! SMACK! - PART 3

by Bliatz on August 22, 2004


(Read these first: Part 1 and Part 2)

You use your grip in my hair
to slowly turn my head towards you
your tongue traces my heated face
slowly wetting my cheek
sliding towards my lips
licking them
full, swollen red lips
pressing your tongue
deep into my mouth
You taste me while tugging me down by my hair
forcing me to sit down on the toilet seat

The sudden coolness from the seat
hitting my pink blushing cheeks
hot from your work with the belt
and the sudden pressure on the love balls inside me
makes me gasp

There’s a withheld laughter in your breath
"There! Go on!
Show me what filthy slut you are. Now!"

You hand me the dildo
It looks enormous
You take a step back and watch me
I can see your cock pressing hard against your trousers
then look you in the eyes
You have tracked my gaze
to the bulk in your jeans
Smirking, you say
"Go on, I said. Show me!"

I slide my ass a little closer to the edge of the seat
I don't really give a fuck now
I am so deep inside my nastiest place
maybe, just maybe
I get to watch you cum
The thought vibrates at my core
I moan a little
and bite my swollen lip
to silence myself

You take the cam
from its place by the sink
I form the word with my mouth
“No!”

"Yes!" You say.
"And show me what is mine!"
I spread my legs wider
sensing the love balls rumbling
silently teasing me inside
a constant pressure

You kneel in front of me, holding the cam
and watch my pussy in the display
Smooth, glistening from my juices
slowly seeping from my cunt
down the crack
to my ass

"Wider!" you say
a little hoarser
I spread wider, lifting one leg
resting one high heeled sandal
on the metal bar that holds the toilet paper
Your words make my nipples harder again
Can they get harder?
they ache, sweet pain
I need you to touch them

In the display
you watch me use two fingers to spread my pussy lips
and with the other hand
I slowly slide the dildo up and down my soft, wet slit
I place the tip against my hole
so wet it slips inside

I fuck myself gently with just the tip
you watch it sliding in and out
and hear how my breath shortens into little gasps
Still on you knees in front of me
you hold the camera in one hand
and reach out with the other
I feel your fingers gently circling my clit
and my breath thickens with moans

Click!
The flash startles me
Two fingers wet with juices
clit swollen, pulled

I press the dildo deeper
You move the camera up
In the display
my half closed eyes
looking into the camera and at you
but not really seeing
You move the camera down again
my tits half naked, nipples dark red and tiny, hard

Click!
red and tiny, hard

moving further down
the display showing your fingers rubbing my clit
my legs and pussy spread wide
and the dildo...

Click!
Girl on toilet seat fucking herself with dildo
Fingers spreading wet, wet shaven pussy
Lips red, moist, mouth half open
Nipples staring back

still deeper
still harder
"OhGod .. Ohshit!" I pant in short, desperate whispers
"That's it!", you moan, "keep fucking that slutty little cunt of yours!"
your voice strained with want
yet controlled
so controlled

You get up
Moving the camera up and down my body
as I half sit half lie there
one leg lifted
and thrusting the dildo
faster harder deeper

You stand beside me
sliding two fingers up and down
one on each side of my clit
then move your hand upwards
leaving a wet mark over my shoved up skirt
to my tits
squeezing one nipple
so hard
it makes me scream
one short extatic yelp

Click!
Nipple between two shiny wet fingers

I am so close
I whimper audibly
The dildo and the plugs expanding me to the limit

Smack!
"Shut the fuck up!! Or I'll stop. Immediately!"

You remove your hand
and unzip your trousers
your cock jumps out like a spring
hitting my face

Click!
Purple head close to wet, half open lips

You don’t jerk off
You don’t fuck my hungry mouth
Instead, in the display
You watch your hand
approaching my mouth
and your shove four fingers between my lips
between my teeth
stuffing me
in a decisive, final move

Slowly, you fuck my mouth with your fingers
rubbing the tip of your cock
wet from precum
against my face

Click!
Mouth wide open, stuffed

I want to suck you
so bad
but your fingers in my mouth prevent it

"Get up!" you say
"And hold the dildo in there!"
I get up
hold the dildo with one hand

I sense how you press me against the wall
and place one thigh between my legs
lift it
and press the dildo
deep
deep
again and again
you lift your knee
fucking me
with the dildo
while burying your fingers in my mouth again

Your face is so close to mine
I see you watching the display
your fingers fucking my mouth
sliding in and out
I sense you feeding
on my choking noises

You press the dildo to its root
with your thigh
"Hand job!!" you groan

I reach down and slide my palm against your rock hard cock
so warm silky skin
throbbing erect
I use two fingers to gently slide back the skin
then cup my hand around it
working my hand steadily up and down its shaft

Your fingers in my mouth
and my hand around your cock
moves moves moves
You throw your thigh up
in one rough kick

"Mmmmpppffffmmnnnn!"
I open my eyes
stare at you
but I am elsewhere
cuming so hard
my stuffed cunt and ass cramping on the dildo and the balls
my body a tight spring
I groan and whine on your fingers
still fucking my mouth
I need to scream
My lips opening wider
But no sound

You hold the camera close to my face
moving your hips back and forth
faster

Click!
eyes closed
ecstatic sweat forming on my brow

I feel your hot cum
spurting onto my arm
my skirt
my thighs
You groan
moving the cam down

Click!

You let go of my mouth and stand back
I slide to the floor
crouch in the violent grip of my orgasm
still in my high heels
black skirt around my hips
and tank top resting over my naked breasts
I crouch, knees apart,
panting and spent
while you wipe your cock calmly with one hand
pointing the camera at me with the other.

Click!
Slut, whore, used

You turn the camera off and place it in your bag.
You kneel in front of me and take hold of the dildo
slowly, you slide it in and out of me
my juices dripping to the tiled floor
I moan, as you forcefully prolong
the aftermath of my orgasm

When the final spasms subside
You pull the dildo out and clean it under the tap
I get up and start arranging my clothes
my knees are quivering
fluid joints

Our eyes meet in the bathroom mirror
"Nice pics for my blog!", you grin.
I blush.
"We'll see about that!" I say

You move swiftly
reach out and grab my throat
pressing me against the wall once more.
"We will not see about that!", you whisper.
"And you haven't said it yet!"

"Thank you!" I mumble.

Friday, January 05, 2007

5 THINGS ABOUT MY SUBMISSIVENESS

by Bliatz on June 16, 2004

As I have mentioned elsewhere, I am still in the process of exploring myself as a sexual submissive. I don't have a lot of experience, but I am slowly discovering what makes me tick - and what doesn't.

Some things I am fairly sure of, and I tried to describe these on my former blog (yes, this is another - partially - recycled post!). These are kind of fundamentals to my personal brand of sexual submission, and my first attempt to define the particular road to the subspace that is mine.

1. I'm not easily controlled. The submissive role is so far from my nonsexual persona, that it takes quite a lot of self confidence, persistence and intelligence to get me there in the first place. And to keep me there. Remove the confidence and I'll be in control in a matter of seconds. Convince me. Top me.

2. I don't want dominance that is not sexual. I have read blogs on women living in relationships in which they are constantly playing out their submissive role. That is not for me. My submissiveness is sexual. Only. The idea of having to do the dishes as part of a D/s game sounds to me as a complete turn-off. I mean ... I just don't have the psyche to orgasm from house-work. Sorry. Not my ball game! Control me in bed, but making the whole thing an excuse for making me clean and cook like a regular 50s housewife ... ? Forgetaboutit!

3. I am a (so-called) intellectual. A mind person. Work my mind the right way and see what happens. Words get to me. Words are a direct road to subspace. Words are the means by which I am controlled.

4. I don't think I'll take well to extreme physical pain. Too much body and too little mind, I guess. I am not a masochist, although I don't think I'd mind a little caning and such ... wrapped in the right context, of course. I love a good, firm ass or clit slapping, but I doubt that I'll get turned on being hurt for real. I have no idea what kind of mind game could take me there.

5. I am a reluctant slut. The fight going on in my mind - between submission and control - turns me on. The reluctancy of my submission is part of my private game, as I loathe being submissive to men in any other circumstances. I simultaneously hate and love obeying - and this is part of what triggers me.

I wrote these points down about 8 moths ago, and all 5 of them still "fit my profile". Today, however, I think I'd be able to elaborate more on each, as well as to supplement the list with some new findings. I just don't have the time to write a lot these days. And that annoys me. I'm getting fed up with this recycling business. Well, nevermind!

Btw, if this subject interests you, go and have a look at This Big Hush. You'll find some really interesting debates there, some of which concentrate on how each submissive finds his/her own way of submitting, his/her personal boundaries, turn-ons and -offs. Enjoy!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

THE MIND CLIT

by Bliatz on October 31, 2004
When I started writing this post, I wanted to nail this subject once and for all. I wanted to tell Kal and and the world what I mean by mind games, mind fucking, mental sex ... or however I should phrase the fact that to me, an important part of the kink happens in the mind. However, I'm not going to nail this in one single post. But I'll keep writing posts on this. I have to. It's as simple as that.


First, I want to state very clearly that I do not see mind and body as too seperate things. The point here is, that my body wants to be reached through my mind. And it can be reached in a deeper and much, much kinkier sense than by old fashioned, physical stimulation. For me to really be there, my mind clit must be stimulated. Now, what the hell does she mean by that?

See, my mind clit is erotically sensitive, just like the one between my legs. And, as the years of our marriage passes by, it becomes more and more so. When our relationship was new and sparkling, when we were madly in love and fucked like rabbits 2-3 times a day, the insanity of being in love made sure that my mind rested in my body. I was all body. A smell, a gaze, the mere promise of a touch. All this was sufficient to keep my mind clit happily erect and my body perpetually ready.

I think a lot of couples - who have been together for more than 10 years - knows that this euphoria subsides. Another kind of love replaces it. And when kids arrive, work gets tough and everyday takes its toll, the sex life suffers. Lust is difficult to find. And although men also lose their sex drive now and then, it seems that a lot of women simply lose interest. And it is my little theory, that one of the reasons for this is the fact that sex leaves their minds, and their mind clits are left untouched. Some women call it romance. Well, that may be one way to stimulate a mind clit, but it doesn't work on mine. I need a different kind of mind clit teasing, not being particularly romantic myself. We are all different, and out minds are reached in various ways. However, I think a lot of sex doesn't happen, because women's minds aren't teased, awoken, played with. And I think that this "fact" is emphasized even more in D/s type sex.

After realizing my submissive needs, I have been craving mindfucking like I crave water and food. I long for it. I don't know why this need is so strong, but I see it everywhere in submissives. I see it when Claire describes her inner monologue during a session. Mindfuck me! I see it when C. responds to B.'s leather glove stroking her face while he makes sure she remembers that she is his. I see Luci's mind thirsting, feel it's need like a strong current in everything she writes. And I sigh and re-read Neko's posts, because he rubs, licks and strokes Angel's mind clit with such domly love. To me, the mind play - as well as the ropes, the whips, the cuffs, the floggers and the blindfolds - is the very heart of D/s.

It's like this: I can have my nipples sucked and fingers slided between my thighs. I can be tied up, blindfolded and slapped in the ass. I can be fucked hard and long, from every possible position. But it almost amounts to the same old vanilla fucking, if my mind is left untouched and starving. My body will respond, yes. Of course it will, it's not dead... I will get horny and wet - and I will orgasm. But if my mind clit isn't touched, stroked or rubbed, the cuffs and the toys will feel as just "vanilla paraphernalia". My depths will not be reached. My mind will still be alert. For a time, it will be clouded by the massive waves of signals from my body. But it will be untouched. It will exist on it's own, somehow detached and still in control.

So the basic scenario amounts to something like this: I love the paraphernalia and I love the sex. Oh yes, baby, no doubt about that. But something's missing. It's quiet. It's "and then we go to the bedroom ..." withour prior mind games. It is this mind clit being left dried up and aching. And it's Kal, wanting it all, but with that expression on his face ... "what the hell is she talking about? Exactly?".

Therefore, the next post in this category will be "How to tungue a mind clit", where I'll try to make it all a little less abstract. In the meantime, I suggest that you read the two novels published by Remittance girl. They are a study in mind work. I've re-read both of them recently, and the conquering of minds in those stories is still unsurpassed. So go and read Divestiture and The Waiting Room. Another good read is Letters to an Angel. Neko's writings are never all body. The mind clit stimulation is a crucial part in every post he writes.

Enjoy! And by the way: do comment and give your input for the next post, if you have some good examples of how to tongue, rub, lick and suck that mind clit. The post is only half done, and any ideas in on this issue will do a lot of people a lot of good, I'm sure! *smiles*

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE

by Bliatz on April 20, 2005

The scents in the air are gradually released from their winter prison, and they seem to sharpen my senses. And with this sharpening of the senses I become acutely aware of myself as an erotic being. More daydreams. More sudden flashes of brutally erotic images weakening my knees, wetting my panties and hardening my nipples.

I've noticed that certain details keep re-emerging, forcing themselves into my defenseless mind and turning me on by surprise attacks when I wait for the coffee to finish at work. When I take a mental break in front of the computer and drift off for a few seconds. When I fall asleep at night. If I replay those flashes, those fantasies, I have found out that I can actually zoom in on some of the details that are my triggers. I can identify the things that ignite my submission.

These ingredients have always been part of my sexual fantasies. Ever since I started masturbating, I think at the age of 11-12, they have been present in some form or other. I have very rarely had fantasies that didn't involve domination. They have been cultivated during the years, and after I recognized my submissive side, they have completely eliminated any vanilla flavor from my fantasies.

But I digress. I wanted to describe some of those details, and although they may seem banal, they are very powerful triggers to me. They may not be that to others, as we're all different. Here are a couple of my favorite flashes:

Being muted. Preferably by having a hand pressed against my mouth, but not necessarily. The idea of gags, scarfs and other things that'll quiet or muffle my noises send shivers down my spine as well. A hand is the number one in my fantasies, though. It's closer, more powerful and more direct. In a flash, I feel that hot hand over my burning lips, hear my moans and screams, guttural and muffled, not escaping me. I wish I could replay how it sounds in my mind and how that hand feels. *shivers* Well, I might be able to share the sounds with you later on - if I can persuade Kal (and his beautiful, strong hands) to assist me...

Being described
- and not in poetic language. Verbal abuse stating what I look like when I'm immersed in my own lust. That this is a trigger may not be a surprise, if you are familiar with my word whore tendencies, and naturally, it reflects my desire for dirty talk, for verbal abuse and whispered control. But often, in my fantasies, it is specifically a description. A very nasty description on how my nipples look, how slutty they are when they're all erect and burning, how my pussy glistens and how ready I am for it. In fact, I think that type of fantasy - that running commentary - is meant to emphasize the fact that my body is betraying me. That is has betrayed my sense of control. I cannot escape myself or the fact that I AM a willing slut if all the signs of it are described to me in every nasty detail.

Being handled. Now this can entail so many things. It can be subtle or it can be close to brutal. But it is never really gentle. It is manhandling me with confident moves. Controlling moves. Dis-empowering ones. Examples can be:

* A subtle move like having my head forced slightly back by the hair. The exposure of my throat. No doubt that move sends signals to a completely subliminal level, the baring of the throat is immediate danger and complete vulnerability. It triggers me deeply and carries part of the power exchange.
* Being pacified by having a knee pressed against my back while my ass is in the air. The use of the knee as an instrument of pacification is a strong image and it seems to pop up in my fantasies with regular intervals.
* Having my wrists held in a tight grip. There's something vulnerable about my wrists. It's not just the feeling of being overpowered. Not just the immobilization. It's the feeling too, the sensory input in itself. When my wrists are held in a firm grip, I can feel how fragile those bones are. Feel my pulse just beneath that silky, soft, almost transparent skin. I think I have nerves there similar to those in a kitten's neck. Pacifying ones.
* Being pressed against a wall. Again, I think the immobilization triggers me, but the wall adds something extra. It adds a sense of urgency, a sense of taming. I can feel that presence behind me, but I can't see it. I feel the hands doing as they please and his knees spreading my legs, but I can't see him. I can't turn my head. Quite typical female faceless fantasy - but with a submissive twist.

Being half dressed
. In these sudden flashes, I am rarely naked. Instead, I have my shirt or skirt roughly lifted or my jeans pulled halfway down. Again, the sense of urgency. The feeling of quick, dominant access. Of being taken, whenever it's needed.

I'll keep hunting down these details, because they are some of the feedback that I owe Kal. I need to take these flash fantasies seriously and describe to him what, exactly, triggers that submissive urge in me. It is not necessarily elaborate scenarios. Not always planned play with an elaborate psychological power exchange. Sometimes it's just those little things in life.

Mmmmmm! Spring is getting to me. Fortunately, I might add.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

MONOLOGUE

by Bliatz on October 24, 2004

Stay there, I said! I have been very patient with you for the past few weeks. However, you have used my patience to become your old, frigid self. Haughty and cut off. And that simply will not do. Be quiet! You will listen to me and you will do as I say! I have been putting this off for far too long. Now ... I want you to put your arms over your head. Stay where you are with your back against the wall ... and raise your arms. Get them up there! Higher! That's it ... You will remain in that position and you will keep absolutely quiet when I lift your blouse up and take off your bra. Is that clear? Do you understand me? I said .. do you understand? Good!

That's better. Let's have a good look at these nipples. You look like such a fucking slut standing like that, arms lifting your tits up, nipples sticking out from under your shirt, all hard and ready! SHUT UP! I didn't tell you to speak, did I? There's no use in protesting. I have to do this. And those objections are so fake, my little whore! You don't fool me ... these nasty little nipples give it all away! So hot to the touch, so hard ... really ... hard ... does this feel good? Oh yes! Your face betrays you too, my little horny one, you just can't help licking those luscious red lips, can you. You love it when I squeeze them a little ... like this? They get even harder now, don't they. Look at me! I said ... Look at me! That's it. Yes! Now listen! You can't hide from me. I know you, you fucking slut, I know you want my tongue right there. You want my tongue on these nipples. You want me to suck them. Suck them hard until you squirm and wriggle. Mmmmm ... good ... all hot and burning on my tongue. Only true sluts have nipples this hard. Mmmm ... yes ...that's it ....

Keep those arms up there! When did I tell you to lower your arms? You know what this means. I'll have to tie you up. Yes, I will, and you know it, so keep quiet. I told you to keep your arms up there, but you didn't, did you? Did you? No! And you know the rules, so you better stand still while I do this. Stand still, bitch! There. Much better. No bitching about now. Nice and tight. Let's have a look at you. Look at you! Makes my cock all hard and throbbing watching you with your wrists tied together like that. Aching a little, when I squeeze these nipples? Like this? Does it hurt. No. Not really. I can see in your eyes that you're enjoying this like the whore you are. Look at me and answer ... What are you? "You don't know?" Well, well, we are bratty today, aren't we? Of course you do!. Yes, I know, it hurts a little when I squeeze your nipples this hard. You must try again. What are you? No... Wrong again. Was that a moan? Are you moaning now, my whimpering, horny whore? What does that make you, then? Correct! You're a slut. Yes. But that's not all, is it? Is it? Tell me what you are. Whose slut are you? Yes. You are mine. You are my slut, my whore. I own you. Don't you ever forget that!

Stop whimpering! There's no reason for that. Not yet. You're such a whore, just starving, aching to have these nipples sucked ... aren't you? Like this. Look at you, those nipples glistening with my spit. yes ... go on ... look at them! Bet that smooth little cunt of yours has gotten all wet too. SHUT UP! I know you too well. All those protests are only gonna get you deeper into trouble, you hear? I am going to get a glass of wine and when I get back, your legs have better be spread and not pressed together like that. I want to feel up my whore. See if my slut is getting wet. Now, do as I tell you…

Good girl. Legs spread for access. That is how you should be. Where you belong. Immovable and ready for the taking! Mmmmm. This is a rather good wine, by the way. A bit on the sweet side, but …you want some? Yes? Open your mouth then … wider …. wider, now …. oops … got a little wine on your tits, did you? Are you wet in other places too? Is my slutty cunt all smooth and fuck-ready? Is that greedy clit all juiced up and throbbing? You’re nodding. No words left, huh? That’ll do for now.

Let’s see … skirt goes up … wriggle your ass a little … that’s it. What’s this, then? My nasty fuck-slut has been wearing a garter belt all day … without permission! You deserved that slap in the face! You know that! And you know you deserve having my fingers pressing your clit like this. And this… and this … so stop moaning and tell me who decides when you wear that garter belt. Louder! Now! I am just about to lose my patience here … you will have to do better than this! Louder! Yes .. I decide that.

Mmmmmm … the reward pleases you, does it? Having my fingers soak themselves deep in this horny little cunt of yours. That’s it … moan and whimper, you fuck whore … moan all you like. You. can. not. hide. from. me!! What’s that? Fuck you? You want me to fuck you now? You want this hard, throbbing cock rammed up that greedy wet cunt … this … cunt … sucking my fingers it is … mmmm … wet … and … these … like this … and ... this … hell, yes ... so deep! How you want this, you whimpering cumwhore. Such a greedy, slutty nasty bitch! Yes .. that’s it … that’s my slut … cum now … yes… look at you … all greed … wriggling like a bitch in heat ... want this cock so bad, don’t you … don’t you? Louder! … yes … I know you do … can’t wait for that cock, though, can you? These fingers doing it for you ... loud as a whore, that's what you are ... go on ... cum for me ... now ... you fucking slut! Yes … your cunt is so ready… now ... now … yes … that’s it … you know I own this ! Say it … yes .. scream ... scream ... you fuckwhore … this is mine!! There! You’re training is over and I will untie you for now. You will stop whimpering immediately, do you understand? We will resume your training when we’ve finished this bottle of wine. Good girl! You did fine. Now get over here and have some wine with me.

Monday, January 01, 2007

PLEASE

by Bliatz on September 04, 2004

Your slut is heating up. She needs you to fuck her. Come on. Get up and push her to the bedroom. Lift up her blouse and lick those hard, hungry nipples. Such a horny little whore. Bend her over and pull down her jeans, shove her panties aside and bury your fingers in her juicy little crack. Deep. Yes... that's it! Deep. Spread her legs and press her shoulders down onto the bed. Roughly. Hear her moan when you open your trousers and let your throbbing cock slide up and down her slit. She'll beg you. Tell her to shut up. Turn her around and fuck her slutty mouth instead. Abuse those full, red lips of hers. Watch how your cock slides in and out, hear how she slurps and chokes ecstaticly. Make her take it all. Make her feast on you. What a little bitch! Coming home half drunk like that! She deserves to be punished. She should be pressed down hard and fucked. Get her up, push her legs apart and fuck her hard. Grab her hair. Whoring little cunt! Fuck her really hard, until she screams and whines and comes on your cock, until you hear her panting, coming, roaring ...

Please?

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