Unlocking the Sexy in Surrender

  
This is an interesting book from the psychological state of men and women today.  

I found that it hits the nail on the head over several points.

Today’s man has been trained to be sensitive and concerned about their women’s needs.

This tends to carry over the bedroom as well.

However it creates a conflict with the women’s primal nature.  A woman’s subconscious is still driven towards wanting a man to dominate her (at least in the bedroom). 

Now that does not have to be in the BDSM [D/s] style but the female nature is to be attracted to an assertive male.

There are always exceptions to this rule; but in general the female brain is wired to be attracted to strong males (or in some cases, strong assertive females).

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Being a Little

As I (the Dom in our relationship) look around on the Twitter and the Internet I am always amused at the terms I find and how people relate to them.

My wife and I have found that the term Daddy and little work for us.  I have the role of Daddy in the aspect that I care, nurture, and protect her.

She in turn enjoys being a little.  Not in the aspect of age-play.  We both agree that with daughters in the house that such a regressive state is not in our best interest.  She may have some youthful yearnings such as liking a good coloring book and sometimes sucking her thumb during sex (which is admittedly hot).

I accept the title “Daddy” or “Sir” and as my wife just pointed out, “Daddy” tends to be more appropriate in front of our daughters.  I find that I spend a lot of time in the “Daddy” role around the house.  It makes it a natural for me.

At the same time, she does a lot of submissive things like managing the house.  She cooks, cleans and finds that she thrives in that 1950 style role of the woman as the keeper of the castle.  The kids and I pitch in; but she is responsible for 90% of the work as she is a stay at home mother.

I think it is exciting that we, as a society, have gone from “man and woman” to a wide range of titles that we feel best describe ourselves.  Although I do find the entire politically correct movement to be very out of control.

I do not feel that I need people to call me a “BDSM Dominant interested adult male” I can just go by “a guy” or “dude”.  As a society we tend to put a lot of value in titles; and not in people.  Which is a very poor direction to be headed.

I realize I have gotten off topic now, so I will jump back and say that I found this great reference site that prompted this post: 

http://www.fearlesspress.com/2013/10/10/types-of-littles-exploring-age-play-archetypes/

It is a good read no matter what interest brought you to this site.

Erotic Story: A Funny Thing Happened…

The other day I was heading into my local department store and I passed this car with a woman sitting in the driver’s seat.  For a second I did not think anything of it; but then I saw that her head was tilted back and her hands were lost below the view I had through the window.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to get a second look; and that is when she opened her eyes.  We locked onto each other and it looked like a small moan escaped her lips. The windows were down so there was no way to really tell for sure. 

My mind thought “Masturbating in the parking lot? Hot!” 

To be fair, she might not have been making a sandwich or just resting; but it looked a lot like she was enjoying her alone time though.

I smiled at her and started to turn around.  That was when she proved my dirty mind was right all along. A slender pink dildo slid up into view and she ran her tongue down it staring at me.

I know, these things never happen! Who actually finds someone masturbating in a parking lot? A female someone?!?  I could not believe it myself; but there see was some twenty spots from the big superstore.

The dildo slides back down her body and disappears as the shock disapates from my mind.  I give her a little bow deciding to leave her to her friend.

Inside the store I head back to the men’s section to track down some jeans.  You guys you know what I am talking about, a strategic strike.  You get in, find some choice items, try them on, pay and get out! This is no gathering trip!

So I hit the racks and shelves in search of outfitting my lower appendages. The hunt goes well and I find myself with a handful of assorted garments to try on. I swing over to the dressing rooms and just my luck no one is around.

I make my way back to an open room, toss the clothes onto the bench and start to pull the door closed when a hand slides into the open space between the door and the frame.  The fingernail polish hints that it is a female hand, although, l who knows these days! I am wondering what store policy I broke to bring out the fitting room police as the hand drops from the door and in slides masturbating Mary from the parking lot.  Yeah, I made up a name… Since we shared such an intimate moment I felt she needed a name.

I am dumbfounded, she drops of sex standing there eying me like a hungry cat. I have no words and decide to keep my mouth shut and play dumb. Given that I am thinking with my cock at this time, ther  really is no playing dumb…

She pushes me against the back of the dressing room and lifts my hands over my head. Before I know it, I feel something around my wrists and hear a series of clicks. A deviant smile spreads across her lips and she shows me a spare zip-tie she had hidden in her shirt sleeve.

I start wondering if I am going to end up with a body part missing and wake up in a few hours with a note that says “Get to the hospital!” tacked to my shirt when she leans back against the door and slides her skirt down. Now comes the only words I ever heard her say, “You left… I prefer an audience” and from no where that dildo comes back into her hand.

She is like the Harry Houdini of the changing rooms. Things just appear and disappear when this girl is around! 

Grinning like a pleased little cat, that plastic cock slides between her lips. Her tongue visible below it as she spins it around. Unzipping her shirt she slid the dildo down to her tits. Rolling it around one nipple, then the other. It continued on its quest south as small little moans escaped her lips. Her pink little friend came to rest between her lower lips, pressed against her swollen clit.

I went to lower my hands and realized that they were trapped. I realized then that she had hooked me to the clothes hanger above my head and with two of us in the room it was my destiny to stay that way. Of course if the show is this good, a standing ovation from the audience is expected.

The buzz of the vibrator brought my attention back as she started to grind against that toy, sliding it along her cunt, letting it dip in and out. The moans intensified as she lifted a leg and pressed a leopard spotted high heel to rest next to my hip.

The grinding continued, she slid that fake cock deeper into her warm and wet cavern. Riding her hand in the process the sound of wet skin slapping reached my ears. 

Before I knew it she started to shake… her foot fell to the ground, the vibrator was whipped out of her pussy and it was like a dam burst. Her orgasm filled the room, flowing out of her. Splashing across the little bench, soaking the bottom of the mirror and leaving quite a mess on the clothes I had brought into the room.
She stood there leaning against the door for a minute.  Then she got dressed, opened the door and walked out. 

She looked back and blew me a kiss. The door closed and that was the last I saw of her. 

I did, however, lie about her last words. Right after the door closed, I heard her tell someone “There is a gentleman back there who could use some assistance.”
I came to my senses and realized that it would not be good to be found handcuffed in a dressing room. I jumped a little and was able to release myself from the hook; but not the zip-ties, I realized then she had used two and they still held my hands.

I picked up the pants I had brought in and fumbled with the door. Getting it open I bumped into a young girl in a store vest who was just about to knock on the door. I told her I am good to go and that I was going to grab a different size; but I think I found what I was looking for.

I walk out of the dressing rooms set off to find the hardware section. 

As for the pants… well, I bought a different pair. Those I left in the hardware section…

Next to a pair of cut zip-ties.

The Lust Play List

We are working on a play list of erotic songs that you could play while fucking; and let me be clear:

I mean angry, growl inducing, sweaty, ass smacking, rope burns, torn clothes, fucking.

There are plenty of songs with a soft tone and careful melody for making love.  That is easy.

Finding songs that encourage that deep connection that lets you bit and scream has proven to be a bit more complicated.

Right now the list is:

  • Pain – Three Days Grace
  • Take me to Church – Hozier
  • Desire – Meg Myers
  • SexyBack – Justin Timberlake
  • Closer – Nine Inch Nails
  • Control – Puddle of Mudd
  • Breathe – Prodigy
  • Bring Me to Life – Evanescence
  • S&M – Rihanna

A few possible additions:

  • Tainted Love – Marilyn Manson
  • Casual Sex – My Darkest Days

We are still on the lookout for songs to add to the list!  What songs do you wish/like/listen to while tied down?  What songs get you in the mood?

Erotic Story: Taken in the Alley

You glance down at your phone and notice it is after eleven, the drinks numb the suprise of the late hour as you look around at your friends.

It was ladies night and like always you had not planned to stay out late but fun, friends, and wine have a way of making time slip away.

You knew that it would not upset me, we had agreed that hanging with your friends would be good for you.  We do a lot of things together so some personal time is always needed.

You laugh at some joke a friend just made and hating to be the one to break up the party you tell your friends that you have to go.  

“Tomorrow is an early morning,” you tell them.

You pick up your purse and throw your scarf over your shoulders as you head towards the door of the trendy little wine bar your friends plan to hold down for a while longer.

The cool air of the spring evening hits you as you step out the door making you shiver a little.  

You make the turn towards where you parked, the sound of your heels clicking as you walk.

You make the corner next to the bar and pause, the alley ahead of you is bathed in shadow.  

Taking out your glasses you try to make out the details in the darkness ahead of you; but still have trouble seeing behind everything in the alley.

It did not look this dark when you arrived; but after all, the sun had still been up.

You take a deep breath and plunge into the darkness.

A smile slips across my face as I wait.  I saw the uncertainty on your face give way to determination as you took the first step towards me.

The sound of your stilettos makes me hard, I have been watching you for a while and your legs look amazing when you have heels on.

I wait there in the dark.

You are halfway through the alley as you pass the dumpster and you feel the gloved hand wrap around your mouth.

Pulled into the shelter behind the dumpster and shoved against the wall you try to scream but a wimper is all that escapes the hand over you  mouth.

I do not say anything as I force you against the wall, my hand still across your mouth as I reach down and push my other hand up your tight skirt.  You try to resist but I use my weight to push you hard into the wall. 

I grab hold of your panties and pull them to the side, shoving two fingers inside of you.  The invasion is violent, grinding against the lips of your cunt as I feel your insides try to reject me.

It starts that way as your body betrays you; moisture starts to lubracte my fingers as I pummel you.

I pull them out of you and grab your panties.  Yanking hard they rip off of you.  Part of the fabric falls to the ground, lost to the darkness but the majority comes away in my hand.

I lift it to my face and inhale, smelling your scent.

You try to think, but your thoughts are being strangled by the fear in your head and the heat between your legs.  You curse your body’s constant need to fuck and try to calm yourself down so you can get away.  You push and try to get away from the wall but your attacker is stronger, he holds you there using the weight of his body to stop you.

You hear him inhale, then something is shoved into your mouth, you realize immediately that it is your ripped panties.  The sound of them being torn away had gotten your body excited and fuck!  The feel of them in your mouth was not helping!

Why was it responding this way?!?  You try to focus; but all you can think of is the moisture between your legs and the feel of his cock against your ass.

You try to spit the panties out of your mouth but as soon as his hand moves away tape tapes its place securing the panties inside your mouth.

You hear the sound of his zipper opening and then all you can do is scream into your panties as both of his hands close around your wrists.

I grab hold of your wrists and use my feet to push your heeled legs apart, positioning my stiff cock against your cunt I drive it into you.

Your back arches and you scream again as I pump my cock into you.

I know this has to be quick, someone could come down the alley and that would create complications.  So I ran hard and fast into you.

I thump against your body, my balls slam against your clit as I take you.  Suprise strikes me as your cunt contracts and then explodes around my cock.  Your body shaking as the orgasm rushes through you.

“Oh My God!” Your mind screams at your body. Your pussy has turned traitor, cumming in some filthy alley!  You try to wiggle free but there is nowhere to go.  Your mind fights for control as your body tries to suck that cock in deeper.  “Fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK ME!!!” It screams.

You realize you want it.  You need to be owned.

A growl escapes my lips as my cock is driven deep inside you and my cum bursts into you.

I shutter against you, the last of my my seed spent.  I turn you around and look into your eyes.  The fear is instantly gone and I see the woman I love staring back at me.

I remove the tape and your panties and kiss you.  

Emotions flood across you, tears escape as you watch me pull my pants back up.  “I can’t… That was amaz… Thank you.”

When you had come up with this idea I was a bit suprised.  It was very daring for you; but… “You are right little one, it was amazing.”

I lead you to the car where I have some water and fruit for you.  We sit on the hood as I hold you close and we watch the stars above shine down on us and enjoy another chapter in our adventure.

Erotic Story: Then came the song…

We had just set up camp after a fun day of backpacking through the hills of Southwest Missouri.  Named the Ozark Mountains, they have trouble showing their face when the Smokey or Rocky mountains show up; but break up the Midwest nicely.  Providing Missouri with some great hiking and quiet areas where we can escape into.

I had started to collect wood for the fire and was returning from the small stream with water for boiling up our dinner while you were setting up the tent.  You had just tossed the last sleeping bag into the small Eureka! backpacking tent when the song came on the speaker.  Somehow the iPhone knew that was the time and place to let those lyrics free.

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral

You froze as you heard the opening lyrics, I could almost see the thoughts running through your head “I want to be fucked to this song!”

Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece

Your body starts to sway to the music, I doubt you even realize it is happening; but standing there in your sports bra and shorts, you look amazing as your body sways slightly to the beat.

I imagine your eyes are closed, feeling the music deep inside you, as your body responds releasing pheromones, calling out to me.  I set down the sticks I had found and place the water bottle on the ground next to them then slide up behind you.

Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
‘We were born sick, ‘ you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’

My fingertips travel up your legs, my body an inch away from you, as my fingers glide over the top of your shorts I pull you back against me hard.  I feel you wiggle against my strengthening erection as I turn your head.  I press my lips against yours, tasting the sweat on your lips from our hike.  It was not that far at four miles, but it was your first backpacking trip and the trail was not the easiest.  I lick at your lips, tasting you, drinking your sweat from your body.

The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

I reach up and grab your hair in my hands, spinning you around I pull your head back just a bit, exposing your neck.  I bite and suck at your flesh, tasting – desiring more of you.  I push you against the tree our backpacks are resting against.  It is an old tree, having watched this valley for at least five hundred years.  Its children are scattered around us climbing their way skyward to get as much light as they can.

I push your bra up and pull at your nipples.   Your hands slide across my body as I grab one, then the other and grin at you.  In my back pocket is the rope I brought just for this situation; and I wrap it around your wrists.  

Ten times the rope travels around your wrists then between them, setting you under my control.  Then I tie th other end to a branch that is just out of your reach.  Leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I spin you around, and unbutton your shorts.  Letting them fall to the ground exposing the pale flesh of your untanned ass.  My hand lands against your left cheek and draws back.  

Striking down against your right cheek I see my hand prints remain where I have turned your ass a brighter shade of pink.

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Again and again I paddle your ass as you spin slightly under the shelter of that old Oak, striking your ass in rhythm with the song.  Soft moans start to escape from your lips as I spank you.

Then I push your legs open, forcing you to hold onto the little bit of rope I left you as your feet slip wider.  I push my fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness.  A result of the my hand striking your ass and the music you craved having in the background as Daddy took you.

You grind against my hand as my fingers fuck you.  My other hand wrapped around your neck as I hold you in place.  I let my fingers hit your clit as I push two inside you.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

That is when you cum… grunting and begging for release.  I give you permission and watch as you shutter in the grip of the orgasm.

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea

As your orgasm subsides, I turn you around and put a folded towel behind you.  Lifting you at the same time I push you against the tree and ram my cock deep into you.

Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

I take you there against that elder tree as the chorus starts up.  My girth and length filling you as you gasp and arch against the tree.  The words “deeper – harder” fly from your lips and I oblige.  Pressing deeper into you as I push you against the tree with each thrust.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

I wrap my lips around a nipple and suck – hard.  Pulling you into my mouth I feel your desire get harder and clamp my  lips around it.  

Scraping my teeth along your nipple as I thrust into you I release your nipple you scream “PLEASE DADDY, I NEED TO CUM!”

But I laugh and slow down and your least favorite word comes out: “NO.”  

I keep you on edge…

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Then I growl into your ear “Cum for Daddy” and you let go.  Grunting and almost laughing as you squirt all over my cock, cumming so hard that it flows down my balls and drips from our bodies.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

I take you off my cock and spin you around.  You hang there your hands grasping at the ropes to help you stay up as I push my cock back into your wet cunt and my hands slap across your ass.  Fucking and spanking you together I pound my cock into you, pull out and spanking that ass.  Over and over my cock thrusts into you as I turn that ass red.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

I pull out of you, grab a knife off the top of my backpack, reach up and take hold of the rope cutting you free.  I push you to your knees and stroke my cock inches from your body.  You instinctively grab your breasts and say “Please Daddy!  I need your cum on me!”  as you stare up into my eyes.

My cock stiffens then sprays cum across your tits, pulse after pulse the hot cum sprays you.  Coating your tits and the last spurt flies across your face, leaving a small trail across your lips.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Your tongue slips out and tastes the treat I have left you as I sit down next to you, pulling you to me.  We stay that way for several minutes, the song over and a new one has come… our bodies intertwined and satisfied.

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Author’s note: the song intertwined into story is Hozier’s Take Me to Chruch, one of my wife’s favorite songs.  I borrowed the lyrics from a Google search so I cannot take credit for their accuracy.

I realize the song the song is runs for only 4:01 and that I took some liberties with stretching time.  I hope you enjoy my vision put to ink.