Lindsey Knott's Naughty Space

There I was naked and tied face down on the bed waiting for the next hit from Him to come across my ass, when the maid walked into the room. I was panicked and unable to move. I could only imagine what we concidered foreplay looked like to this complete stranger. What was should going to do? How could we explain it was just for fun? Then, before I could start explaining, she got on her knees and apologized to Him. He walked to her. Tilted up her chin and asked her if she belonged to someone. She shook her head.  I couldn't believe it. This tiny little thing. She was a sub, and she wasn't taken. She had a tight firm  little ass, the thigh gap that would make aVictoria Secret model jealous. AND THOSE TITS. I wanted to suck on them and make her moan.  He lead her to the bed and told her to sit. "Would you like to join us little one? We were just getting started, and I think we could all use a little extra fun."  "Yes, please" "Why do...

Funny that this should be the topic today since today was day one of our trip away from the kids. So on our way out of town I read the topic to Mr and his reaction was so typical. It was an evil laugh mixed with him saying "I like to cause it". I have a different attitude towards it. The idea of pain turns me on, but as soon as we get into a scene it isn't long before I am unable to take more. Lucky for me Mr can. See it happening before I have to safe word and he stops, but part of me feels like I am letting him down somehow. I think I just need a better tolerance, but we don't have the privacy we need to work on that. Someday I will be where my desires would like me to be. Until then, we will keep having fun.

Well, good job to Loving BDSM for ruining a future blog post idea. I had planned on sharing the nearly, keyword nearly, comical story of how I told someone who I had just started dating I was into BDSM and identified as a submissive. Lucky for me, that man is now my husband and Dom.  We had been dating for maybe a month, probably less when we went out drinking with some of his buddies. I ended up drinking a lot because they learned that while I am a lady, I can chug a beer faster than any man I have ever met. So random requests for challenges started happening and before I knew it I WAS DRUNK. Like, can't remember how we got home drunk.  Once we got home someone, probably me, started initiating sex. During this sex session, now this is stuff I don't even remember, I started telling him what I liked and how much it turned me on.  The next morning, I was greeted with a smile and was asked "Do you remember anything from last night?". I knew something odd had happen...

Consent to me is black and white. It is yes and no. Stop and go. You are either allowing the person to do something to you or your not, and you have every right to recall that permission if don't like the way it feels. It doesn't matter if it is emotional or physical feelings. I know if I say pickle, yes that is the safe word and I am sticking to it, Mr will stop. Right then. No question asked. Because the second I say that I have taken away my consent. -Lindsay Knott

Our limits fall into a few categories. Do it/love it, Would like to do it, Won't because we don't have the knowledge to do it safely, Willing to try, and NOPE. We are newbs, some things we can't do safely because we don't have the knowledge or proper equipment, but we know when the time comes we will be ready and willing. Other things just don't sound pleasant or sexy to either of us. Scat and vomit, no thank you. Mummification, does not illicit any kind of kinky reaction. We have been very fortunate to be almost exact on our hard limits, and the other stuff while one is saying "yes please" the other is usually saying "sure I'll try that".  Then there are things that we both scream "FUCK YEAH" for. The great thing is just like everything else limits change because people change. Something we are cold on now we may find hot in the future. -Dom Venom and Lindsay Knott Join in on  30 Days of D/s  by Loving BDSM. We promise...

At first this all felt like other topics we had done recently, until I read the blog post  It's Not as Petty as You Think  by Kayla Lords. That post spoke to my soul. It's like I had written it myself. She talks of not always asking for help because she would rather do it herself so it gets done her way and in the time frame she wants it done. This is a constant battle for me. She gave an example of laundry that I live on a daily basis. I like my pants and towels folded a specific way, and no matter how many times I teach Mr he still does it wrong. I have had to give in and just accept the help for what it is, even if I sometimes go back and re-fold the items if they are so bad I can't stand it (that is a battle for future Lindsay). I have had to learn to tell Mr my negative feelings because I don't want it to turn into a bigger issue down the road. Because it does. It has happened. The discussions that occurred after were full of tears and me feeling guilty for holdi...

Image originally published as  Nipplegasms  and used with permission. It had been a long drive, but over 400 miles later they had finally reached the hotel. Lila was so uncomfortable. She had wanted to surprise Sir with a delightful treat when they got to the hotel room, so she had put on her brand new corset and stockings under the clothes she wore to travel in. Sir had no idea what was about to be unveiled. After getting settled in he went to get ice for some drinks and she knew this was her chance. She stripped down to her lingerie and laid down on the bed. Lila started massaging her round, firm breasts getting them as perky as she could before Sir came back to the room. When Sir came in Lila saw a look flash across his face. She knew that look. She was in for a long night as well. "Where did you get the corset, baby?" "I bought it last week to surprise you." "Well, I don't remember giving you permission for such a purchase, and I think there n...