Part 2, Lisbeth and Christina

Continuation of My wild evening moons ago, Part 2 of Lisbeth and Christina... you ready?
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After chatting with Lisbeth and Christina, they had an open energy that drew Me closer. I found Christina, all 6’ tall and striking blue eyes, to be such a sweet submissive woman, even as her body was changing from her maleness into something new, soft. She had a grace and sweetness that invited Me closer.

Lisbeth was all over the place, jumping around, and maybe soaking wet, 100 pounds. Thin and confident with her body. She’d fucked plenty of women (as a lesbian) and also had buttfucked a bevvy of men. Her work as a pro Domme on the side saw to this interest…

They got a few drinks, invited Me to their scene. They told Me the first time they’d met was having public sex at a big city sex club. I was about to see just what that looked like...

The first course was the public scene. Christina stripped down to a thin little wisp of a panties, barely a thong, and layed down on her belly. Her back was a canvas, and Lisbeth was ready. There were 15+ people at the party, and so many toy bags! Christina brought out floggers, zappers, and what proved to be My favorite, a doubletail. This is two thin strips of leather, cut to a point. When they slap against the skin, their pointed tongues sting something fierce!

I began by sliding My fingers down her naked back side, connecting with My sub, feeling her energy. Safe words, what she wanted, we had a careful talk before play ensued. And Lisbeth took charge and went WILD on her! After warming her up, and getting her deep into subspace, Lisbeth climbed on top of her ass, straddling her hips, and whipped and zapped her flesh. The groans of Christina were delicious, with an edge of ecstasy… at one point FOUR women with whips, floggers, doubletails, and electric play devices were crawling around Christina, listening to her startled grunts and moans! I felt the rush of domination, it’s a high all it’s own. I was soaring with energy...

This went on for a good 30 minutes, delicious, electric. After, we slowly swept up our girl and wrapped her in a blanket, offered water, and let her rest quietly. Subbing can be intense, especially with pain. Her back, watching the skin rise and grow pink, gave Me a deep satisfaction.

And then it was later. People petering out, 3 a.m. Mohawk Lisbeth was flirting with Me, asking Me to spend the night, after the party. These two are luscious and luminous, yet I’m not wired for nudity just that quick. I need emotional intimacy, before spreading thighs for another. I admire these women, yet offered an alternate.

I’d stay, and watch them fuck. I’d even spot them (hold them down by the wrists, or ankles, muffle their mouth), however my clothing stays on, and they attend to each other.

They both said yes. Exhibitionists love sharing the view of each other.

After, they stripped bare, opened up and… you want those details?

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This might be the last installment... stay tuned!

Blooming fire, stinging bite

I’m lost in a sensual blues mist, and Sting’s the cause. Here, lucky enough to have his recent “25 Years” greatest hits album. I find Myself discovering new songs, getting lost in their stories. And tonight, this night, Sting accompanied Me into a very dark place….

I surprised a Mistress Grrlfriend this eve by dropping in at an event she didn't know I'd be coming to. Loved seeing her face light up and hug so strong. She is a Fire Play Goddess and instructor. She, along with her partner, gave a Fireplay workshop this weekend, and after class? A play party ensued. Here’s wiki’s definition of fireplay. If you’ve never seen fireplay, it’s visually electric, dangerous, and sensual. I love watching experts at the task, with slow throbbing music. Lulls you into the meditation and the rhythm, the primal power. Dangerous and hot as love, stilled just as quick. The ache left behind is warm and strong…

I am not a public scene girl, and until tonight, had only 1 experience with it. I’m more of a one on one grrl. Roleplay? Got that down. Impact play, rope, managing a house slave? These are areas I want more time with. Impact play is something I’m learning, and feeling joy with. There’s a sadist in Me that perks while seeing the skin grow warm and pink, rise, watch the dance of the bound one writhe and flinch, squirming, yet happier than they’ve been in moons. Not every submissive enjoys pain. Much of My work is intuiting what a submissive wants. Humiliation, spanks, slaps, seduction and denial, feminization… we are a diverse group, we BDSM enthusiasts. Much like the trans community, one room can hold 6 people, all with different tastes.

Tonight, I was craving impact play. A man active in the local community, and an elder, wanted to scene with Me. I do not sub/bottom, thus was only open to it, if he were the little one. And, for the first time in 2 years, he said yes to the role. The group in the room gasped and said, “He doesn’t bottom, he hasn’t in years!” I suppose that felt like a compliment, somehow.

After plugging My MP3 player into their speakers, I loaded up the slow music of Sting, and sized up this slave man. I took the hooked leather cuffs, linked his shirtless arms up, left him standing on the St. Andrews Cross. Many had brought their tools to share, mostly floggers, whips, one called “The Devil’s Dick” (a whip). I chose shorter swiveled floggers, and remembered quickly that I prefer doubletail or singletail leather thongs. Floggers leave too much distance, are heavy, and after 15-20 minutes, your arm gets tired. I need practice. It surprises Me how many textures and implements are out there to slap a bare shoulder with. And shoulders. I enjoy shoulders. They’re just at the right height when a man stands, and I stand behind. It also feels like you’re giving him a load to carry, seeing how much you can pile on his strength….

Oh, stop Me if I bore you… I mean, am I? *smirk*

Let Me know if you want more detail on the whipping he received tonight. I’m still waiting for a little more interest on My earlier Lisbeth and Christina tale…

Wet

Is it true, January draws nigh, and February is upon us. 2012 marching to its demise…

Hello slaves and minions. I am so very happy you’re here!

This morning I woke up just before dawn, and felt the need to shake off the dust, with a little water and suds. Today’s a little bit different though. I brought out candles, lit the wicks, and brought in My music, to slither in soap and jam My way clean.

Damn, I felt so sexy, jamming out to candlelight, splashing in hot water. I’ve got a feeling, Mistress is going dancing very soon…

I’m curious what brings your month to a close, and how you seek to cleanse yourself of dark dirty thoughts…

Newest Year Noodle

The New Year is just inches away from Me, on this dark humid night, somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. Knowing there are so many slaves out there, yearning for submission, aching for the sting of My hand, gives a secret thrill.

I just spent a few hours chatting with a boy, deep in the California wilderness. He’s a bit of a lumberjack (he says) and has many flannel shirts, for working in the cold. I’ve sent him to town for booze, so he can come back home to his house on the lake, charge up his debit card, and slowly get drunk, while I get him drunker….

Boys who slide into intoxication, at My urging? Are very easy to manipulate… ooh, I am a scoundrel.

I’m pondering writing Part 2, about My evening with Lisbeth and Christina (you know, from My last blog entry below?). Part of Me thinks the details might be best, kept to Myself. I saw many things that night that were fresh and new (along with insertables that would make any Mistress blush). OH MY – SIDENOTE - I just found out that the newest version of Microsoft Word, has a standard dictionary which does NOT RECOGNIZE the word – INSERTABLE. Maybe MS Word’s dictionary is a little phobic, about things going inside it? heehee

What say you, reader? Are you interested in a second part to the Lisbeth/Christina evening, started in the last blog? Write Me at Niteflirt, let Me know your verdict. If I get 5 readers saying, “YES MORE!” to My debauchery with Lisbeth the lean, and Christina the raven haired…. I’ll do it!

Best to you – Mistress Ruby licious

The Inferno has started...

It’s a cold winter day, and I’ve been mulling a few thoughts around, about a recent experience I had. This chilly winter morning is the day that I dish!

A dear friend of Mine, Mistress and sweet Dominant, had a private party recently that was very much a success. I arrived after visiting early with a few vanilla friends, playing cards, having dinner. I remember sliding on my leather jacket to leave a bit early, followed by protests and curiosity. The evasive, oh getting together with a few friends, sufficed. We all balance that, yes? This group of early evening friends, a particularly devote clan, would have been left with minds blown away, had I told them the truth.

“Oh, heading to a BDSM play party for a little hard fun.” Yes. I’ll keep that answer tucked away. The more honest, yet perhaps the less kind, for others that just can’t assimilate such things.

I arrived an hour after the long evening started. Massage tables scattered in living & dining rooms. New people, in various stays of clothing. Several folks that I’d feel quite fine having a cup of coffee with, however wouldn’t approach session or nudity with. And then… I met Christina and Lisbeth.

These two had travelled just as far to be here. Those of us who live outside major metropolitan areas get used to driving an hour or two to gather with other likeminded kinksters.

Christina is a raven haired trans lady, with French nails, sparkles on the tips. Striking blue eyes. Lisbeth was crawling on the couch I found them on. Her fuchsia Mohawk mingled well with the tattoos travelling her skin. I’ve heard others refer to Lisbeth as a tornado of energy, and I’d have to agree. Fascinating, playful, and later I’d find, a warrior of a Dominant.

Stay tuned for the rest dear readers. It’s worth the wait...

Kneeling night ahead

Happy Hallow’s Eve, kinky boys! I’m still deciding what shindig to go to this weekend. You got spooky plans? I might just drop in here and there, then land at the party I *really* want to spend My time at.

Mistress likes to workout… actually let Me rephrase that. Mistress likes her body in check, firm, and ready to snap, so I must workout. Keeping the instrument of your destruction strong and supple, is a necessity.

Today I was jonesing for something a little different. A Grrl gets bored (in more ways than one) and needs a few options. So, I slid out a big black tape from the dusty VHS collection, and clicked Play.

I was rewarded with - the right choice, babydolls! I need to use that tape more often. Halfway into sweating and hip hop dance moves (okay I admit it!) the phone rang.
And yes, it was you. You know which one you are.

This man, I’ll call chris, is married and looking for a little candy, on the side. His trick or treat was, THIS sweetness has a bite! I grabbed ahold of his mind, he mumbled about feeling a bit fuzzy, confused, like he was being seduced, yet rock hard with the sound of My voice…

chris was lulled into capture, exploited and yes, taken advantage of. Tributes, edging, and when I finally let him blow? He was forced to utter such humiliating things (giggle)!

I smiled after we finished, took a few notes on the slave, and went back to finish My workout. Gave a little lift to My high kicks!

I need you closer, I need to inspect you – on My terms, only. Your voice is the start, then we’ll get to the matter -

Brit Blues

What is it about the Blues that can get a Grrl to groovin’ – stumbled on PBS, with Hugh Laurie (you know, famous Brit, star of the series House), meandering around New Orleans. Mr. Laurie has a side I hadn’t anticipated = gifted blues boy. He gives a concert in the special, “Let Them Talk” with heavyweights in the music scene (including THE Tom Jones). He slowly drawls out James Booker tunes, and a very many others.

Inspiring. I want to creep out in the darkness tonight, and find some speak easy somewhere in the Pac Northwest, where My body resides. Yeah, fat chance.

My sleep patterns have been wonky as usual, thus if you’re jonesing for Me, drop a note on Niteflirt. That, I check daily, a few times. I log in a few hours a day for My amusement and your edification.

Last night chatted with a fella very much into a lot of light pain. We got him zippered up about the balls, 8 clothing pins pinched tight on the nethers, while nipples and nostrils also got the grip. He made such delicious noise, a moaner and a grunter that one. Almost melodramatic I’d say. Still smiling thinking of his hour of torture and eventual ruined orgasm.

I might need to write a book about these moments with the likes of you. Calling Me for FemDom phone sex might be just what you need, and My faithfuls know, you’ll be the one getting fucked. Mentally, and if I’m in the mood, we’ll find something long and stiff to shove up your –