I glance around our bedroom. It looks quite normal; indeed it would look quite normal to anyone who took a peak at it. Normal except for the padlocks. My lady and I are laying side by side in our bed, reading our books, the very picture of Saturday morning normalness. Except for those locks.

I've got a heavy leather collar padlocked around my neck. A heavy chain is attached to the collar by a second padlock, and that chain is in turn padlocked to a steel ring bolted into our headboard. My lady professes great love for me. In fact she says that her love is so great that it cannot bear the thought of my freedom. That she keeps me chained to hold me physically and mentally close, as a way of ensuring that I am submerged in her, enveloped within a cocoon of her will, her desires.

We went to bed early last night and plan on staying in bed all day today. It is one of our favorite ways to enjoy a Saturday, an infrequent but longed for pleasure. My lady doesn't burden me with many rules, but on days like this one they all come into play.

Her first rule is that I am never allowed to refuse her sexual overtures. My lady doesn't enjoy foreplay, so sex for us is strictly fucking and I must be ready, even eager to fuck on her slightest indication.

I know that most men would delight at having such a rule imposed by their lady, but perhaps I should mention that fucking for us is a bit out of the ordinary. My lady straps a large rubber dildo around her hips, nestles its base against her clit and uses my ass until we are both panting, sweating, and exhausted from the exertion.

Long ago she learned that her most powerful orgasms come from the base of her dildo working against her clit as she violates a man's ass and through the years I have found her to be utterly insatiable. Fucking, and cumming for her is not a one-time occurrence a time or two a week, it is a huge marathon session of fucking and cumming and resting over and over again, throughout a night filling a day or both. Despite the sheer volume of her sexual need it is never repetitious, no fuck ever seems to feel like the one before it because her range is huge. At one extreme I might be fucked softly, gently, slowly, sensually. At the other extreme the fucking will be hard, brutal, fast, almost a rape.

Each and every time we fuck she cums, usually once, occasionally twice. Her orgasms, like her fucking, are extremely varied. Sometimes so soft that they barely register with my consciousness, other times she virtually collapses while screaming her pleasure. I too am allowed to cum, in fact I am required to cum. I masturbate as she uses my ass and no fuck is ever allowed to end until we both have cum. During a marathon session such as this one I find it very easy to cum at the start but towards the end, when my body is worn and sore, when my energy and slime has been spent it can be extremely difficult for me to cum, no matter how hard I try, and that promises extremely long brutal fucks indeed.

Take last night when we went to bed. She quickly had me lubed up and was buried deep inside me within moments. I heard her cum behind me and felt the jerks of her body as they were transmitted by the dildo. Moments later I too was able to release in joy. She woke me a couple of times in the night by forcing the dildo up into my ass and those too were quick and easy orgasms for me. Later today though, this evening, my ass will be hurting, feeling as if it is afire from all her use of it. My balls will be drained and my desire for orgasm gone. She'll fuck me though, fuck me until I cum, fuck me until she has wrung the very last drop of moisture from my body.

As I've said, we went to bed early last night, and will remain in bed today reading, talking, and fucking. Only occasionally will we get up for coffee, snacks, and the bathroom. 36, even 48 hours are the sex sessions my lady most enjoys, huge swaths of time with nothing to do but wallow in our hedonism. I'll be fucked more times that I'll remember, her unquenchable thirst for orgasm always driving us from one penetration to the next. My ass though, it will never be empty. I mentioned that my lady does not enjoy foreplay. What that means for us is that she will lubricate my ass prior to our first fuck but after that I'm kept open and ready for her by artificial means. Immediately after pulling her dildo from my ass she follows it with a matching butt plug. The plug forces my ass to remain open so that when she is ready to go again she simply removes it and slides back into me.

Her second rule is that I can never clean myself from fuck to fuck. She says that the cum spilled from my orgasm, and whatever else may soil my body are her marks. Marks on me that prove her ownership of me. These marks of her must remain either on my body, or in my body. To facilitate the latter she will sometimes scoop up globules of my cum, or even worse things, with her fingers, bringing those to my lips that I might lick and eat the results of our fucking.

Her third rule is that I must always ask her permission before I cum. She says that doing so reminds me that she owns my body, my pleasure, and me. Last night a very powerful orgasm snuck up on me before I could ask so I had to be punished for violating the rule. She spanked me long and hard, until my ass was afire, while alternating the slaps to my ass with caresses to my cock and balls. I know that spanking me turns us both on because the moment she finished punishing me she mounted me again and we fucked with wild abandon.

She says that soon she will buy a stout whip to punish me with; I honestly can't wait to feel its delicious sting.

Her fourth rule is meaningless today as I am chained but comes into play on most days. It is that I am never permitted to leave our bed without her permission. She says that her love for me forces her to want me at her side always and that a love as intense as hers can be satisfied with nothing less than full control over my movements and time.

Her final rule comes into play every night of our lives. It is that once she is in bed I am to enter it on my hands and knees, ass pushed up into the air, and in that position, beg her to fuck me. Most nights she does. On those she chooses against sex she spanks me instead, giving me a delightful feeling of glowing in the cheeks of my ass, a feeling that always seems to bring good dreams as I fall asleep. I know that she instituted this rule so that we would never forget sex, never neglect that vital part of any romantic and loving relationship.

My back is to her and I've just felt her fingertips move to the base of the plug in my ass. She is gently caressing it, working it slightly in my hole.

I move my own hand to her, feel her dildo and move my fingers down it to her pussy, her center under that rubber. I caress her labia and hear her softly moan. In moments she will turn towards me and we will fuck again.

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Darling, let us play a game. It'll make watching the Seahawks today more exciting for us!

We'll build a big fire so that we can both watch naked.

Every time the Ravens have the ball you'll wear clamps on your nipples. When the Seahawks get it back, I'll remove them for you. The longer the drive, the greater your pain!

Every time the Ravens get a first down, I'll cane your ass, give you ten of the very best!

Every time the Seahawks get a first down, you'll get one too! I'll open my legs and let you worship with your lips. Extra points for you if I cum!

The first time the Ravens score, I'll plug your ass. Each additional touchdown will result in a larger plug for you. I wonder how high the score will go today?

If the Seahawks score I'll let you play with yourself while licking my body. You get two minutes per score, that's four with a touchdown and extra point. No cumming though, edging will be the watchword of the day.

If the Seahawks win I'll let you cum on my beautiful little feet and lick your mess clean.

If the Ravens win, I guess that your nasty slime will have to remain in your balls for another week. We can always play again next Sunday!

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Sexy isn't a color or a shape; sexy is a state of being, an attitude, a way of carrying and presenting oneself.

Women especially sometimes fall into believing that they can't be sexy, or do sexy things because of some perceived physical flaw. Those women couldn't be more wrong.

In my studio I am blessed to see people of every shape, at every stage of adulthood. Sexy is so much more than looks alone.

Women who want to explore their sexuality, expand boundaries with their partners, should never allow perceived physical flaws to hold them back.

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Someone emailed me a link to a site that discusses Pansexuality. It's an interesting site, but more importantly in my view, it is exploring an important concept, an important worldview.

It seems to me that our society places too much emphasis on both gender identity and sexual orientation. The site linked above makes the important point that such things are only labels, can, and perhaps should, be discarded.

I do consider myself to be pansexual, I've enjoyed fulfilling and erotic relationships with both men and women, I'm blessed to have intensely erotic experiences with people who embrace both genders on a regular basis.

It would be horribly limiting I think to declare myself only heterosexual, to refuse experiences with women, to shy away from experiences with people who explore gender in their lives. Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, these are I think labels which limit the human experience, so with that in mind I point you to the site that was sent to me in email:

The Theory of Pansexuality

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“Are you a fag?”

“I do what I have to do.”

-An exchange from OZ

I’ve often felt that we as a society and as individuals place too much emphasis on labels, on gender, on sexual orientation. I guess that in my life I am like the answerer above. I do what I want to do, with whom I want to do it.

I delight in playing with men and women, with women who used to be men, with men who used to be women, and with folks who are deliciously somewhere in between or remain undecided. I’ve had close relationships with all manner of individuals. I do not see gender as a limitation, and I imagine that those who do have the potential of missing out on something quite wonderful.

I don’t want to be considered straight, or gay, or bi. I want to be kinky, and I want to delight in my pervyness. How many delights would I have missed out on if I considered myself only straight, only gay, or even the in between bi?

I am an individual, everyone else is an individual. I want to spend my time with an individual who delights me and I certainly don’t want to miss out on that individual because of hang-ups over gender or orientation labels.

I am female but I’ll gladly strap-on a huge rubber cock and fuck you till you scream taking tremendous joy in this masculine act.

I don’t do what I have to do when it comes to my erotic life, but I certainly do what I want to do!

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We are constantly within ourselves. Only we can truly understand what is in our minds, and as a result we know ourselves better than anyone else ever could. No other person on earth can understand my personal corset fetish better than I understand it myself, I can know beyond any doubt the exact scent, sight, touch, and thought that makes me wet. Others can indulge my fetish, my desire, they can even share and explore it with me, but they can never know my personal desire as well as I do.

For this reason, this knowledge of ourselves, we can be truly spectacular lovers to ourselves. We touch ourselves, we caress ourselves, and in our own way we fuck ourselves. We all have sex with ourselves in this way, some more frequently than others, but we all masturbate, we all try to find bliss with our inner lover.

It is unfortunate, but while I think that these solo encounters have truly amazing potential, I think that masturbation is often a bit disappointing for many people. Especially I think for men. I don’t think that the average man takes much time with his pleasure, puts much thought or effort into his self-love. I think that for the average man it’s a quick, perhaps guilty, wank in the bathroom or bed, and then it’s off to sleep. An orgasm yes, but I don’t imagine it’s a very explosive or shattering orgasm, simply the minimum to give relief.

I think that perhaps women in general are a bit different. Again masturbation for the average woman may be oftentimes disappointing, but I do believe that the average woman puts a bit more into it than the average man. He certainly never talks of his toys, assuming that he even has one, but untold millions of women out there consider their vibrators one of their very best friends.

I do think that vaguely unsatisfying self-love is a shame, and it need not be that way. Men (and women of course) can with a bit of effort achieve some of the most intense sexual releases of their lives with themselves. Why shouldn’t masturbatory encounters be so good that they have the potential to rank right up there with the very best sexual encounters of ones life. I think that with thought, with effort, and with a complete lack of shame they can.

I think that even for those of us who delight in male orgasm denial, tremendously powerful orgasms achieved through the male’s masturbation are important. If I deny a man, I want to deny him something valuable. I want his suffering to be real. It is delightfully cruel to deny a male the ability to orgasm for a long period of time. It is so much more so when the male is willing and able to give himself truly earth shattering orgasms.

Perhaps that is where the Masturbatrix comes into play. Perhaps the submissive male needs a woman to make the decisions about his masturbation. To direct it so that he takes the time to properly pleasure himself when allowed to do so. To make sure that he indulges in his fetishes while warming himself to orgasm. To ritualize it to ensure that it becomes a long and meaningful sexual encounter instead of just a quick wank. To accept it as a form of worship from the submissive to remove whatever lingering guilt he or she may feel about it. To ensure that the orgasms he does experience are truly amazing for him.

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