Thursday, February 19, 2015
Leg Sex
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Rock the Casbah
Before i begin this post i must apologize to a friend (whom I will call Mr Z, he will know who he is ) because this is about his friend.
On Thursday I had a day off and i'd agreed to go to an Art Gallery with Mr Z .I'd wanted to see a particular exhibition and done some online research about the artist and paintings and was eager to view them since the gallery will soon be closing .Mr Z had said he was interested and we agreed to go together.I dressed all in black for some reason.Black pants,sweater,long black cardigan coat and black stiletto boots.
I met Mr Z at the door and he had a friend with him.Who for purpose of the story i will call Mr Loves Himself ( LH ). Mr LH was in his 30's had short blonde spiked hair.Very good looking but quite the poser.Dressed in a linen suit and designer sunglasses. He looked more suitably dressed for a scene from Miami Vice then for the brutal February weather.
We go inside and peruse the artwork.Then about 15 mins in Mr Z gets a call and has to return to his office.Leaving me in the company of Mr LH. Mr LH had spent most of the time inside looking for pretty ladies and then posing himself on the display cabinets thrusting out his chest before trying varies chat up lines.To be fair he was getting some success a few Hi's and smiles. ( Mainly from the toddlers with their moms)
Then he decides to walk around with me giving me his vast knowledge of the artist and paintings.Which amounted to nothing but a load of bullshit.Remember i like to research things before hand.I never said anything though just laughed quietly to myself.
After about 90 mins id seen what i wanted and started to leave,Mr LH walked outside with me.Join me for lunch he says i'm starving.No thanks i say i've already eaten.
Not taking no for answer he then gets onto his knees ,hands praying and starts to beg.I was a little annoyed at his childish behaviour but just to make him get up and stop people from staring i agreed to lunch.
We got to the restaurant and he ordered a meal and a bottle of wine.I just got an appetizer and a cup of coffee since i really didn't want anything.I refused the offer of wine.I didn't want to do anything stupid. I have been known to have impaired judgement after consuming wine.
He completely bored me to tears with his chat about how much money he has,what things he has ,where he goes on holiday.What a boring cow his wife was.I'm sat there thinking i don't care a crap about any of this stuff don't you have anything interesting to talk about like hobbies, your family, interesting things in your line of work ( that does not includre Lentils, another story for another time ) ,history, or music.
Then finally he starts talking about punk music in the 70's.Great i think something I'm interested in.But,no it turns out his vast repertoire of punk was 2 records he'd bought by the clash and sex pistols and he knew nothing else.
So,i'm sat there and the more wine he drank the more of a loud mouthed cocky jerk he became.I was so glad when he finished his meal so i could make excuses to leave.I'm polite i know and i wouldn't dream of being rude during the meal.Even though he was.
We walk outside and i say goodbye nice to meet you etc.Then he pops up my wife doesn't travel with me why don't you come back to my hotel room i could sure show you a good time Anna you wouldn't regret it.
I felt like i was put on the spot a little and made an excuse that i had to get home and that maybe we should get together another time(which translates to no f..kin chance buddy)
He replies i can't believe what amazing chemistry we have i can feel the sex sizzle between us
I'm stood there nodding thinking i don't think science was your subject at school
So,i went home alone and the only person i had sex with that day was myself
I do have my standards.
On Thursday I had a day off and i'd agreed to go to an Art Gallery with Mr Z .I'd wanted to see a particular exhibition and done some online research about the artist and paintings and was eager to view them since the gallery will soon be closing .Mr Z had said he was interested and we agreed to go together.I dressed all in black for some reason.Black pants,sweater,long black cardigan coat and black stiletto boots.
I met Mr Z at the door and he had a friend with him.Who for purpose of the story i will call Mr Loves Himself ( LH ). Mr LH was in his 30's had short blonde spiked hair.Very good looking but quite the poser.Dressed in a linen suit and designer sunglasses. He looked more suitably dressed for a scene from Miami Vice then for the brutal February weather.
We go inside and peruse the artwork.Then about 15 mins in Mr Z gets a call and has to return to his office.Leaving me in the company of Mr LH. Mr LH had spent most of the time inside looking for pretty ladies and then posing himself on the display cabinets thrusting out his chest before trying varies chat up lines.To be fair he was getting some success a few Hi's and smiles. ( Mainly from the toddlers with their moms)
Then he decides to walk around with me giving me his vast knowledge of the artist and paintings.Which amounted to nothing but a load of bullshit.Remember i like to research things before hand.I never said anything though just laughed quietly to myself.
After about 90 mins id seen what i wanted and started to leave,Mr LH walked outside with me.Join me for lunch he says i'm starving.No thanks i say i've already eaten.
Not taking no for answer he then gets onto his knees ,hands praying and starts to beg.I was a little annoyed at his childish behaviour but just to make him get up and stop people from staring i agreed to lunch.
We got to the restaurant and he ordered a meal and a bottle of wine.I just got an appetizer and a cup of coffee since i really didn't want anything.I refused the offer of wine.I didn't want to do anything stupid. I have been known to have impaired judgement after consuming wine.
He completely bored me to tears with his chat about how much money he has,what things he has ,where he goes on holiday.What a boring cow his wife was.I'm sat there thinking i don't care a crap about any of this stuff don't you have anything interesting to talk about like hobbies, your family, interesting things in your line of work ( that does not includre Lentils, another story for another time ) ,history, or music.
Then finally he starts talking about punk music in the 70's.Great i think something I'm interested in.But,no it turns out his vast repertoire of punk was 2 records he'd bought by the clash and sex pistols and he knew nothing else.
So,i'm sat there and the more wine he drank the more of a loud mouthed cocky jerk he became.I was so glad when he finished his meal so i could make excuses to leave.I'm polite i know and i wouldn't dream of being rude during the meal.Even though he was.
We walk outside and i say goodbye nice to meet you etc.Then he pops up my wife doesn't travel with me why don't you come back to my hotel room i could sure show you a good time Anna you wouldn't regret it.
I felt like i was put on the spot a little and made an excuse that i had to get home and that maybe we should get together another time(which translates to no f..kin chance buddy)
He replies i can't believe what amazing chemistry we have i can feel the sex sizzle between us
I'm stood there nodding thinking i don't think science was your subject at school
So,i went home alone and the only person i had sex with that day was myself
I do have my standards.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
QQQ Breasts
The other day I was watching the tv show " My Strange Addiction". On it was a lady addicted to breast enlargement. She was currently a LLL and wanted to go up to an unheard of QQQ .I'm not sure if she found a Plastic Surgeon willing to do it
.I'd be interested in hearing if she did. Now I;m all for freedom of choice its your body and if that makes her happy then im not about to criticize someones choices in life.
My question is would you have plastic surgery ?
Such as the following :-
Penis stretching and enlargement surgery
Labiaplasty, Braxilian Butt lift, Vaginoplasty
I'm thinking firstly sounds painful. Secondly I could be a whole new woman
I could maybe even sell my newly bought virginity on ebay.
I think I could start bidding at a $1. I might even get lucky and get $1.25
Monday, February 16, 2015
Latex Gloves
Last summer I took a short trip with db to a more vibrant city than the one we live in. We had already done some research into the fetish scene there and we had lots of plans. One of them was to go on a shopping trip to a certain fetish store. I dressed in a retro-inspired black skirt, silk blouse, short black jacket, stockings and knee-high boots. I dressed db as plainly as possible so as to draw no attention to himself---some dark chinos and light blue button front shirt under a plain sport jacket. Not forgetting of course his pink silky panties. I insist db always wears panties when we are out in public, as a constant reminder to him of his subordination.
The boutique was not publicly advertised. It actually was in the rear and upstairs of a clothing store; so that "clients" had to know it was there. When we arrived, a smartly-dressed female assistant greeted us .Her name tag said Dianna and she asked if we were looking for something in particular., I told her we were interested in purchasing some latex gloves. It was something db and myself had discussed at some length prior to our trip. She escorted us to the section at the rear of the store. It seemed to specialise in latex gear.. There were mannequins wearing catsuits and various latex outfits. The assistant enquired what we were planning to use the gloves for. It would help with her suggestions. I told her we going to use them for anal penetration and even some anal fisting. Dianna suggested a pair of longer length gloves. She thought I should limit my consideration to 'chlorinated' gloves (for easy on and off) which were hand made for longevity and fit.
The boutique was not publicly advertised. It actually was in the rear and upstairs of a clothing store; so that "clients" had to know it was there. When we arrived, a smartly-dressed female assistant greeted us .Her name tag said Dianna and she asked if we were looking for something in particular., I told her we were interested in purchasing some latex gloves. It was something db and myself had discussed at some length prior to our trip. She escorted us to the section at the rear of the store. It seemed to specialise in latex gear.. There were mannequins wearing catsuits and various latex outfits. The assistant enquired what we were planning to use the gloves for. It would help with her suggestions. I told her we going to use them for anal penetration and even some anal fisting. Dianna suggested a pair of longer length gloves. She thought I should limit my consideration to 'chlorinated' gloves (for easy on and off) which were hand made for longevity and fit.
Color was discussed but the assistant nodded approval when I said I just wanted black. Dianna then took us a little by surprise by saying, "Frankly, that choice shows Your excellent and strict taste, Madame." db later told me he thought the assistant was a little enamoured with me. We did discuss later that she did have a certain submissiveness to her and db thought she would of liked to of had me spank her.
Dianna took careful measurements of my hands and wrists, including finger length..She said "It is important to get the right size so that the fit is like a second skin but also relatively easy to put on and remove, Madame."
Dianna took careful measurements of my hands and wrists, including finger length..She said "It is important to get the right size so that the fit is like a second skin but also relatively easy to put on and remove, Madame."
Once the fitting was done and I chose a suitable pair We arranged to have the gloves shipped to db's residence.She said they would take 2-3 weeks.Before leaving the store she asked if we were interested in anything else.I said not at this time but we might return in the future for further items.I thanked her for her helpful manner at which she blushed and said thank you .db of course had been instructed to stand and not speak during the fitting I then instructed him to pay for the purchase before we left.
The gloves arrived 3 weeks later. they were a very snug fit to begin with. But,did start to stretch a little after a few outings.db knows he's been a bad boy if Mistress Anna puts on the gloves and tells him to get on his hands and knees.
The gloves arrived 3 weeks later. they were a very snug fit to begin with. But,did start to stretch a little after a few outings.db knows he's been a bad boy if Mistress Anna puts on the gloves and tells him to get on his hands and knees.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Be My Valentine
Will you be my Valentine ?
On Valentine's Day we think of those
Who make our lives worthwhile,
Those gracious, friendly people who
We think of with a smile.
Happy Valentine's Day Blogreaders
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Humping a Car
Go here to read it yourself
http://hornibatardsmuse.blogspot.ca/2015/02/newest-greeting-takes-world-by-storm.html
I didn't realise what an effect the Reverend had on the public until I read the following news article.
I do wonder if the below gentleman was once a member of Our Lady Of Perpetual Lust and after drinking of Reverend Hornibastard's confessional home brew had taken his teachings to heart.
I am sure the gentleman was joyful to see his vehicle after partaking of the wine and chose to greet it as the Reverend had preached.
Real News Story from Metro News
A man in Alberquerque, New Mexico was charged with indecent exposure after he was seen simulating a sex act with his car while it was parked outside a supermarket.
Mr X (we won't use his real name) 46, was spotted making love to his vehicle outside Smith’s Food and Drug store.
Witnesses said they saw Mr X “humping” his car’s trunk while swinging his arms in the air and shouting. His pants were around his ankles, onlookers said.
Mr X was later found asleep next to his car by police, who said he appeared to be drunk. Two children witnessed the alleged sex act.
Marquis De Sade
I love to read his stories.Some wild inspirational work there.
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
Marquis de Sade
This is one of his indiscretions
Upon entering the room, the Marquis bolted the door behind them and immediately demanded to know if Mlle. Testard had religious convictions, if she was a faithful adherent to the teachings and practices of the Roman Catholic faith. When she responded affirmatively, the Marquis proceeded to harangue her with the most vile and degrading insults. To Testard’s horror he also began to engage in the most provocative and blasphemous acts, including masturbating into a chalice, referring to the Lord as “motherfucker” and inserting two communion hosts into the terrified young woman before entering her himself, all the while screaming, “If thou art God, avenge thyself!”
Mlle. Testard, who had already gotten much more than she had bargained for with the Marquis, was mortified by his next request, which was for her to heat a cat-o-nine-tails in the fire until it glowed red, and then to beat him with it. She was then to select the whip of her choosing for him to do the same to her. When she refused to let him beat her, he proceeded to masturbate with a pair of crucifixes, after which he held her at sword-point while forcing her to repeat vulgar, blasphemous impieties.
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
Marquis de Sade
This is one of his indiscretions
Upon entering the room, the Marquis bolted the door behind them and immediately demanded to know if Mlle. Testard had religious convictions, if she was a faithful adherent to the teachings and practices of the Roman Catholic faith. When she responded affirmatively, the Marquis proceeded to harangue her with the most vile and degrading insults. To Testard’s horror he also began to engage in the most provocative and blasphemous acts, including masturbating into a chalice, referring to the Lord as “motherfucker” and inserting two communion hosts into the terrified young woman before entering her himself, all the while screaming, “If thou art God, avenge thyself!”
Mlle. Testard, who had already gotten much more than she had bargained for with the Marquis, was mortified by his next request, which was for her to heat a cat-o-nine-tails in the fire until it glowed red, and then to beat him with it. She was then to select the whip of her choosing for him to do the same to her. When she refused to let him beat her, he proceeded to masturbate with a pair of crucifixes, after which he held her at sword-point while forcing her to repeat vulgar, blasphemous impieties.
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