Chocolate Love - Part Two

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Chocolate Love - Part One

He took me that night, to some fantastical chocolate place and I don’t mean from a Roald Dahl book. I love food and I love sex. Combine the two for the kinkiest, sexiest, most perverted sex. I adore it. Having admitted this fact to him, he obviously wanted to take full advantage. I love when he takes full advantage of me. Anyway. I’m not sure if we covered the After Eights occasion that happened a few months ago...?

They were left upon the side after an evening. Everyone had gone upstairs and we were left embracing on the sofa in the lounge. Talk turned to teasing turned to fondling... turned to glances by him to the After Eights and a really naughty twinkle in his eye... I gulped. He smiled wider. Pushing my head down to suck him (I love when he does that, hand either firmly in my hair or grasping my pony tail if I’ve made one and really shoving me down), he moaned contentedly as I took him into my mouth. Turning me round half way so I was in 69 position... sucking him, my pussy over his face. From where he was he could reach the table beside us...

Suddenly, I feel cold, smooth, SOMEthing entering me. Being pushed slowly into me. My lips being peeled apart, me still with his cock deep in my mouth, holding his base with one hand and devouring him, moaning at the intrusion of this alien object. Wait a minute... cool, smooth, but flat – entering sideways, like some disc being slotted into a drive – it’s an After Eight! One.. then two... then three... melting, I could feel them melting already. The one rammed up against my cervix feeling hot and sticky. He pulled me off his cock with an audible ‘pop’, and slipped out from under me. This left me on all fours on the sofa with him behind, hastily removing the rest of his clothing.

I so hoped I wasn’t going to leak melted minty chocolate all over the furniture.... No chance. His tip was pressing at my entrance, spreading me ready... then with a swift final draw back out, making sure the way is clear, plunging all the way into me so hard, so forcefully – my edible flat square chocolate contents were crushed in a crescendo of perverted sploshing goodness, my pussy filled with cock and half melted, half segmented chocolate and mint cream. The sinful taste of his actions made him cum heavily into me when he was ready, hips violently thrusting into me, leaving me nothing more than an abused rag doll for him to soil and violate.

You may think that’s the end of it – oh no. Not for him. There is always a surprise. Shoving my clothes underneath me (in case of spills), he pushes me down onto my knees on the floor next to the sofa... conveniently between his legs. I am presented with a chocolate and cum-coated cock just centimetres from my face. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just meets my eyes with an expectant and knowing firm look, when I raise my eyes from his cock to his face. I dare not waste any time... or anything else for that matter.

Hungrily I latch onto him with my mouth, taking in every droplet of minty chocolate goodness all intermingled with his cum, licking down his shaft and over his balls, cleaning thoroughly with my mouth like a good little girl. Carrying on even when he is glistening in clean skin tones again. Sucking harder, firmer, not just cleaning anymore. Feeling him harden completely again, pulsing in my mouth. Until he cums a fountain for a second time deep down my throat, his tip actually lodged in my tonsils so his cum jettisons down my neck and warms my stomach almost immediately.

So that was the After Eights episode. Fuck, I love chocolate. I’m hungry again already. 

Top 5 blasphemous Easter blog titles

Along with serious articles for this time of year - these just seemed to pop into my twisted mind. I wonder if anyone would ever actually write them?!

1. Time for the chocolate feast!

2. Jesus loves you – with holy wooden dildos

3. Stiff love – Get an erection that would raise anyone from the dead

4. Shove all your eggs in one basket - the art of vaginal stretching

5. Nail people on the cross this Easter: a guide to dungeon furniture and strap ons

Just a bit of fun!  Made me giggle anyway... can you think of any more?

Delving once more into Femdom kink

A snippet of an email I have sent to My long distance submissive today. We have been in contact now for many years. Recently reconnected, as we always do. There is something magical there. It works perfectly. Not as the relationships you may know and understand, but something else. Total power exchange (TPE) indeed. 


Whatever happens, whatever is said, however long we are out of touch, I am simply his Mistress and he is simply mine.


I will not let go of his perverted little slave heart, where else would he go?


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'Still awaiting that day when I can stalk up to you and give you that slap around the face you'd beg Me for.

I have perverse fantasies of pushing you against your limits, making you remain bound under the bed whilst I enjoy my usual nightly routines upon it... or just leashing you to the base of the bed, ready to lick up.... ~sigh~  but you wouldn't want to please Me this way, would you.

I want you in lingerie... underneath your pinstriped, smart suit. The stockings seen when you sit and the trouser leg raises up to reveal the sheer, black material. The suspender straps just barely visible upon your thighs as you sit and desperately hope noone will see or notice. To slip my hand up your leg as I sit next to you in an office.. on a train... in a busy coffee shop or restaurant or bar... slip my hand up in a motion close to affection but my smile is one of sadistic love, not romance. And as I pluck the strap so it pings against your flesh, your grimacing, humiliated face gives me all the eroticism I need - the sudden pooling of desire between my legs tells Me so.

To make you yelp and bark and beg to even be able to touch yourself... and even then, in front of Me, on your knees, legs spread, palms either flat on the floor in front of you, head parallel to the floor, or resting upright on your spread thighs, eyes downcast awaiting instructions. Lift that arse higher in the air for Me, bitch. That's right My little puppy dog in heat - I want you wiggling that arse like you have your desperate tail attached there. Maybe if you please Me enough I'll satisfy it's longing for a good hard raping, with My strap on... 

I want you to take Me like a woman, seduce Me, wine & dine Me for the evening, dressed up to the nines, sleek, elegant, sophisticated with a tangible air of class. Arm in arm, we shall visit the best places in town. But the evening shall be far more than what is immediately apparent to onlookers eyes. I will tease you mercilessly all evening, my nipples straining as My unrestricted breasts rise and fall with my breathing, beneath the clinging satin fabric of My long dress. The delicate straps 'accidentally' falling from My shoulders regularly. The curve of my hips seductively drawing your lustful gaze every time you watch as I bend to retrieve something from My handbag, adjust the straps of My heels, or simply tease you with the view. To return from the restrooms to simply, calmly, look at you while I hand you the tiny scrap of damp material that formed my underwear until a few moments ago. 

.... and so much more....

You do realise this all just falls from My fingers when speaking with you. It isn't general typing, this doesn't come easily usually. I cannot write like this for another, simply cannot muster enthusiasm, imagination or desire, not in this way anyway.

Missing you My little puppy slut

Mistress

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How not to approach a Mistress or Domme...

Just received this application through my Fetish site, www.MistressCara.com where I indulge my kinky and Dominant side through FemDom. Most of the applications to be one of my submissives are the general twaddle and boring, but this one just made me laugh with incredulity!


'Hi there ! I am a newcomer to S and M and as such i have looked at others sites for mistresses near to where i live, however you seem to have a playroom ASWELL as a dungeon facility and don't look as scarey either ! 
I was wondering if you would be able to to perform the following with me; I would like you to wear jeans, a white top, trainers and white sports socks (preferably the half sock type ?) Once the session starts I would like you to come up from behind me, place your hand tightly over my mouth and forcefully drag me to the floor. Then I would like you to kick off your trainers, take off your socks with one hand whilst keeping the other tightly over my mouth, then force your socks right into my mouth. Once the socks are in, you would tape them in tightly with bondage tape/electrical tape/packing tape.  Once tightly gagged, you would then tie my hands tightly behind my back, tie my feet togther and then attach my feet to my hands (hogtie i think ?) 
You would then make me crawl, tied and gagged to a bed and then help me onto it where you verbally abuse me, tease me and then make me forcefully cum via hand relief (perhaps whilst using a vibrator on me ?)    
Is this session something that you would be able to do ? Oh, re your socks, would it be possible for you to wear them in your trainers for a few hours before my arrival ? Many thanks'


Please note, if you think you are submissive, this does actually mean not setting the demands. I don't care what you want and I certainly will not ever lower myself to being a paid for prostitute with a whip and a list of requests for an hour session, I may as well hire myself out by the hour in some flea infested dingy B and B! 


Just because I am Dominant it doesn't mean that I:


a) Want to Dominate you
b) Dominate all and sundry
c) Respond to demands from 'fauxsubs'


Take heed and approach with decency, respect and at least an ounce of common sense!


~laughs~


Cara


xxx

Christmas Time at The Manor

I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas and you all got the lovely presents you deserve!


We had a full house at Christmas here at the Manor, what with Mike coming up on Thursday to help me with shopping, and staying til yesterday (Boxing Day). Other guests were here too, it was a full 13 (appropriately enough) that attended the fantastic feast of a Christmas dinner that Harlot laid on.


As well as the traditional turkey, there was ham, pheasant and much more. My plate was piled so high I swear I could barely see over it. There was no way I could finish it all, it was  simply the biggest dinner I'd had in ages! Also I'd been filling up all morning with such naughties as mulled wine, Baileys, Tia Maria, Cointreau, Crabbies and more...


The morning had been a complete madhouse, as well as all the kids and their presents, we enjoyed a gorgeous breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toasted muffins, accompanied by Buck's Fizz.


Apart from all the innocence there was of course plenty of naughty action too... 7 times he took me upstairs and pinned me down and took me, over Christmas and Boxing day. I am now a very sore yet satisfied girl. We found a new fetish to enjoy too, it's pretty naughty though so probably shouldn't share it... should I?




I don't know - maybe I'll update with it soon - let me know if you want to hear more ;)






Cara


xxx

Boudoir Inventory!

I've spent an afternoon sorting my entire collection of sex toys & fun playtime items... an extensive exercise!

So here is a little photo blog post to share my gorgeous possessions with you... have a peek into my boudoir and see what the lady really loves!

Vibrators & Dildos

Clit Bullets & Nipple Toys

Lubricants

Candles (scented, wax play, lickable, massage & pheromone)

Fetish Items

Male Sex Toys

Luxury Lelo Toys (Mona & Mia)

Watch out for new reviews and my sexy/sensual experiences in the coming weeks!

Cara

xxx

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The Journey to a Self Made Orgasm

I'm wondering today, how many orgasms per week one needs in order to feel fulfilled. Perhaps several each day, several an hour? Or are you a one-a-day man or woman? How do you choose to travel to this destination?

Even though I could orgasm daily, I choose not to. Why? I like to build up the anticipation.

My particular libido means that I require mental stimulation as well as physical. I feel that my orgasm is not merely a physical need but rather a release from erotic mental/emotional stimulation.

Oh sure, I get those times where I feel I simply have to cum, or else I'll explode. But for the most part, as long as I orgasm every three or four days, I am ticking along nicely.

I have had some comments from people not understanding my enjoyment of the week+ chastity while my new clit hood bar made my clitoris unavailable for stimulation. This delves into the fetish territory of chastity, which is the enjoyment (or not, I guess! but always consensual activity) of orgasm denial.

Chastity can involve teasing or not. You may wish to be fitted with (or fit to your parter) a female, or male, chastity device.

Personally I always like to remain in control, but I do have masochistic tendencies that run synonymous to my sadistic side. I'm particularly kinky!

This means that I will abstain from orgasms until the need is just touching intolerable, to really glean the most enjoyment from making the anticipation last. Building that sexual tension into a frenzy, either alone or by being teased by various lovely friends. You know who you are!

In the past, I have refrained from an orgasm for two years. This was with an ex who did not 'allow' me to have sex toys, plus I did not orgasm through sex with him. After months of denial, my libido all but died anyway, so the torturous agony wasn't there.

The trick is getting that balance between orgasming too much (in this context, as I can hear shouts of, 'you can't orgasm too much!') so that it becomes instant gratification, merely flicking a button (!), and not orgasming often enough so that your libido disappears and any chastity enjoyment along with it.

My lovely man is purely vanilla and does not participate in anything beyond mildly kinky. I feel that I would only be able to lightly touch upon chastity play with a woman anyway, one that I trust and who I could give myself over to sexually, in the bedroom only, for fun.

For the most part, I tease myself to a point of needing to climax. Whether wearing butt plugs for a while, a love egg along with it or simply edging almost to climax then stopping, with a bullet, or just some lube and fingers... I enjoy the long drawn out journey to orgasm more than simply a race to the finish line.

This delicate weaving journey, alongside erotic mental stimulation (filthy talk, role play etc) and romantic tangible accoutrements mean that the final release is so much more fulfilling. Your entire soul is caught up in the pure delights of the moment, rather than simply ending the frustration of the nerve endings.

How do my readers feel about this, I wonder? Do you masturbate simply to end that need, as often as possible? Or do you enjoy the tease along the way?

What is the most fulfilling route to orgasm for you? Think about it, then comment below!


Have fun & stay sexy, blog angels!


Cara

xxx




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Fetish Fantasy Straitjacket - From SexToys.co.uk!

Fetish Fantasy Straitjacket

The simply gorgeous people at sextoys.co.uk kindly sent me a wonderfully deviant straitjacket to test and review for them!

Those of you who know me will already know of my passion for the freakily fetish, kinkily crazy and the positively perverted in this world.

This jacket certainly meets all the above criteria! Presented in a clearly marked and attractively bedecked with models, box, the straitjacket enclosed also arrives with a free novelty blindfold for added naughtiness.

Reading that the material was polyester had me imagining that this jacket would be easy to rip or tear out of. I couldn't have been more wrong.

The material is strengthened and so tough due to a cross stitch weave that it mimicks the traditional canvas straitjackets very well indeed. I defy anyone to escape this jacket once they are buckled into it. Even allowing for passionate struggles after plentiful teasing!

The jacket fastens up the back and at the collar with tightened straps, the arms cross over and fasten at the back in the same way. Straps for the legs mean that the material will not rise up and your victim... volunteer... will be beautifully bound and ready for you to have your wicked way with them.

Leaving the sexual area free means many types of sexual play abound with this item, either vanilla/normal intercourse or a more deviant chastity play using tease and denial, perhaps combined with chastity devices such as the ones found here.

I also love the D ring at the front of the neck part which is perfect to attach a clip leash to, plus the addition of a spreader bar between the ankles, thighs, or both would render the randy recipient entirely open to your wanton whims!

What I really enjoyed was watching my man's face as he realised he really couldn't escape from my evil and wicked clutches as I went to work over his quivering body. No escape!

The jacket is suitable for a male or female and is available from sextoys.co.uk now, just click here to purchase yours today!










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Piercing update: Healing Throbbingly

My navel piercing is healing fine... but my vertical clit hood piercing? Healing worse than ever.

Not that it is painful in any way... what I mean is that it is healing beautifully, throbbingly, sexually frustratingly well!

The bar moves through the hood now and as the end rubs against my clit whilst sat or walking. I'm left as a melted puddle of sexual despair.

Therefore, I can't think much past my next orgasm.

I'm putting out a desperate plea to all sexy ladies out there: please, no torment! I don't think I could bear any teasing right now!

Not unless you want me bursting all over your face and down your throat.

*cries & leaks*

Damn, now I've started off my dacryphilia fetish!

Xxxx

Lesbian Training School

Yesterday brought a few surprising and delightful treats from a good friend of mine, Carly. She had promised some printed t-shirts for me, and finally the wonderful package arrived. Excitedly I opened them out... three t-shirts all for me!

Each one of them displays a fun slogan, showing a facet of my personality and sexy life!

I have taken a picture for you with the inspirational/muse items, above.

Firstly, a Mistress t-shirt, showing that I am interested in the fetish scene, as anyone who knows me will be able to confirm. I have displayed this with a couple of my favourite items, the Bondage Boutique Xtreme Leather Basic PVC Ball Gag and the Bondage Boutique Luxury Two Tone Suede Flogger. I love these items and I must mention the fact that Bondage Boutique offer the world's first loyalty scheme. Every item comes with stickers you put on a collector card, once you have collected enough you can claim your free spanker!

Secondly, an Intimidildo t-shirt. This amuses me no end, since I recently was lucky, if that is the right choice of word, to test the enormous inflatable dildo shown in the picture. Oh Carly and I did laugh. She said it should be called the Intimidildo, which is also her pet name for a favourite wishlist dream, the Super Victor Giant Dildo. Ouch!

Finally, my secret is out. Yes my friends, I adore being gay. Therefore I of course required a Yayness for Gayness t-shirt! I battled against my usual subtle nature and won. I bet no-one guessed previously that I was lesbian, did you? Complete shock to the world. Ahem, yes anyway. I will wear my new t-shirt with 'pride' (see what I did there?) and possibly whilst reading my new Best Lesbian Erotica 2010 book which I am really enjoying! I also have the Xcite book, Girl Fun 1 - Adventures in Lesbian Loving, which is a fun introduction to Sapphic play and I highly recommend it.

After poring over Carly's hand written love note like a properly lust-struck stalker, I finally calmed down enough to actually talk to the wonderfully divine woman herself to say thanks. I think my crush on her amuses her somewhat. She doesn't complain much for a straight woman and in fact encourages my flirting! Some women can be such sluts. I love it.

After much mental frottage, she had the brilliant idea of starting a lesbian training school. My mind immediately went to outfits, of course. Haughty school Mistress combined with a dash of imperious Governess. Perfect.

Now I just need to find some willing victims. I mean pupils. I think a good class would consist of around 6 lovely luscious curious corruptibles.

Once I had these signed up, I would start lessons with a blog post consisting of my very own lesbian erotica...

Who is 'wanton' some training? Comment on this blog and reveal yourselves... The teacher is ready to show her students all they need to know...

Until (maybe) a very hot and saucy Sapphic tale next time...

Stay sexy, my blog angels

xxx