New Boxes

I had what was definitely the most intense experience I have ever had at work, but I am also pretty sure that it is at like number two on my whole life's list.

I have been tying people up since my teenage years. I have always been dominant, and even when I had men be dominant it was only because I demanded it and told them what to do.

Today I had a date with a dominant man. We met once before for lunch, and had a very nice time. We started out by discussing safety and the way things work. I was to refer to him only as Sir. He made me present myself, and strip. He put a chest harness on me out of rope, and spanked me with a small hand piece all over. He had me get down on my knees and allowed me to blow him. We moved onto the bed, where he tied my legs around my thighs and calves in a kneeling position, with my arms bound behind me and teased me with vibrators and dildos and other things that I could not see. I twitched, and shook, and squealed like a mad woman. I could no concentrate on any one thing. After I don't even know how much time he told me that I may ask for whatever I would like "Please fuck me sir" was about all I could muster. He untied me, and finished me off with his cock. Afterwards I was still unable to really put words together, or even thoughts together. I was like a new born calf, just learning to walk.

After he left I went downstairs to the bar and had a drink

Lizard Kisses

I had a date with the client that has paid more of my bills then any other. He has been seeing me since I started. Stuck with me through agencies, through my independence, and now my semi-retirerment. He's my Theater Guy, and I cherish him dearly. Every date with him is just about the same. He comes in, I stand on my tippy toes to give him a hug and a kiss since he is very tall. We move over to the bed, he undresses, I undress, and we begin to "kiss". His kissing technique is very unique. Our lips only touch at the beginning and end of our smooch, the whole rest of the kiss, which tend to be like a good mintue each, is filled with tounge on tounge action. Nothing deep throaty, just tip to tip, left to right, right to left, up and down, and in circles. Non stop. I've learned to always try to be the one higher up or otherwise I end up with a mouth full of spit. He eventualy manuvers himself a bit further north, and moves my leg over his head for a better angle to eat my pussy. It's pretty difficult to butcher a rug munching session, and he has been seeing me for a long time now so he knows what makes me tick. He will often shoot me a wink when he notices me watching. I usually end up in a puddle that is half my juices and half his spit. We switch, and I brace myself. None of the oddeties that I have mentioned so far bother me all that much. They are all petty things that I look past without even a second thought. The one thing that is much, much, much more difficult for me to get over is that every single time I see him his nuts smell like he played tennis yesterday and has yet to shower since. I have developed special breathing techniques just for him.

Workaholics Unite

it's nice being with somebody that is as much of a workaholic as I am.