I Fucked Him Into Oblivion – A Casual Femdom Moment

Last night, we had sex.

The spontaneous, gross, sweaty kind.

It’s the first time we’ve touched each other in a few weeks. I am kept busy with a new position at work and he has a new schedule he is trying to get used to. Our internal clocks are all askew. We honestly are lucky if we are awake in each other’s company during the day.

So, when subby-hubby woke up at 3:30 a.m. (I was, naturally, still wide awake), and gave me the cutest of looks – you know the one: big dark doe-eyes just begging for your attention – in spite of his sleepiness, I had to join him.

“Shh,” I told him, gently stroking his hair and his cheek. He wriggled aside to leave me space to sit on the bed by his side and cuddle. I climbed onto the bed and began kissing him…

And then I denied him further kisses.

This seemed to start a fire in my husband. All traces of sleepiness vanished.

He made little moans of desire with every denial. Every time my tongue playfully flicked across his lips, he attempted to close the gap between us for a kiss. I teased further, asking him if he was sure he wanted sex… wasn’t he too sleepy? Besides, I didn’t feel like getting out the toys – too much work on my lazy day off. *wink*

“I just really want you right now,” he groaned pitifully.

I grinned and draped myself over the bed playfully, lying on my front and looking back at him over my shoulder as I did so. I wriggled my ass appealingly into the air.

These bad boys are the pjs I'm talking about
These bad boys are the pjs I’m talking about

I was clad in my pink-blue-and-white cotton pj shorts. These shorts have loosened over time. They used to hug my booty deliciously. Wear and tear (and washing them at the wrong temperature, I am loath to say) caused them to stretch out and kind of hang from my waist like overgrown boxers. So, with my ass in the air like it was, he could just barely catch glimpses of my cunt beyond the fabric.

I looked at him invitingly, but didn’t speak a word. A good sub should know what his Miss is thinking before the thought is translated into the spoken word.

I am happy to say that I have trained him very well.

One look and he stripped off all the unnecessary that covered his pale, soft flesh. I backed my but up to his already stiff cock. I allowed him to slip between my thighs, teasingly clenching them, before releasing him again for another mimed stab with his penis.

I played that game for a bit. He grew harder with each twitch of my cunt, hovering just barely above his lonely cock. So I sent him to get me a glass of water.

When he returned, I gratefully took the water and drank some (what? I was thirsty! Sue me). Then I lay on my back, still fully dressed, and commanded him to come to me. He did as I asked.

I raked my nails across his skin

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A Not So Hiatus Hiatus

“Hiatus Hiatus” sounds like the Latin name of a creature buried in the depths of the yellowed pages of an Encyclopaedia.

Moving on…

I am traveling to Germany for the next three weeks.

Leaving in an hour.

I would apologize for the situation, as it will likely prevent further posting at the moment, but I really don’t feel sorry at all. I’m going out of filial duty (visiting family) and to show a good friend around the areas where I grew up (and take the opportunity to be ridiculously touristy as well).

What we have planned.

All the castles, of course. We are going to be looking at Ludwig II of Bavaria’s masterpieces, namely Herren Chiemsee, Linderhof, and, the pièce de résistance, Neuschwanstein. We also booked a stay in the Villa on Trapp (the Hiiiiii~~~~~~lls are aliiiii~~~~~~ve with the sound of mu~~~sic!) in the neighbouring Salzburg. We will also be meandering around Munich for a few days, then Frankfurt and Wiesbaden, Mainz, Köln, and some other musts along the Rhein. We are expecting lots of walking, great hikes in Bavaria, and amazing (highly caloric) food.

Do not be too surprised, naughty bunnies, if this Domme returns with an extra 10 kilos on her waist (I’m already crying from anxiety at the thought).

A quick side note – I’ve found out, to my great horror, that all the weight I lost over the summer (3 kilos, or six pounds) has come back with a vengeance. I will just lovingly call my paunch a muffin-top, although it is much more like an exploded meringue in reality.

In the meantime

I have tasked my bratty subby-hubby to write no less than TWO blog posts under his name. It is both a preemptive punishment for the times I know he will cum without permission, and a show of power on my part.

By announcing his posts here, I am not giving him a chance to back out. He will be writing one post about what Miss Minty is like as a Femdom (he may phrase it as he wishes, or even compare how I am in-scene vs. out of scene). The other post will be about what it’s like to be a submissive and why it is a good/attractive thing to sub as a man.

He has no choice. I will be monitoring him closely.

You may also get the occasional update from me on my Twitter or Instagram when exciting things come up in the beautiful Land der Deutschen.

So, that’s it. I’m in last-minute packing-frenzy, so I will have to bid you adieu at the moment.

Lots of love,

Minty

P.S.

Have a photo of my newest lingerie set for the trip.

Miss Pippa in Change lingerie
Miss Pippa in Change lingerie

Self(ie)-Portrait!

Hello my naughty bunnies!

While I have been a boring old lady of late and not done very much in the way of kink, I have not forgotten you. In fact, I created ART just for you! *wink*

Given the fact that I had a rather unpleasant course of the monthlies and that my subby-hubby was completely exhausted (and on an opposite schedule than I) by his new job, I spent my time having kinky thoughts and putting them to paper.

Me, Myself and I

Oh, but they’re not in writing – no. That took way more concentration than this bloated and migrane-y Femdom was able to conjure. Instead, I simply sat down, picked up a pencil, and drew this:

casual_miss-pippa_colour

This is a more or less accurate self-portrait that I drew on a whim. I haven’t done this whole drawing thing in a long time, so my kinky art needs some work. But I would say that, for a first attempt at drawing again after a five year hiatus, this wasn’t too bad at all.

About the Drawing

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Thirty Days of Kink – Final Post – Days 28-30

 

Thirty Days of Kink – Days 22 through 24 –

– Day Twenty-Two –

What do you think is important in keeping a BDSM relationship healthy? How does it differ from a vanilla relationship?

Honestly, when it comes to keeping a relationship healthy, I am not sure that a BDSM relationship does differ from a vanilla one. I find that any and every relationship, whether it be romantic, platonic, or even just an acquaintanceship will suffer if people do not communicate openly with each other. Passive-aggressive behaviour and having the person you are in a relationship with guess at what you are feeling usually leads to disaster. Eventually, you will get to a point in your relationship that you will know each others’ thoughts, but still never assume that that is the case. Communication, respect, honesty are key to any relationship. As I’ve mentioned in a previous Thirty Days of Kink post, they are also key elements to a healthy kinky relationship, as they also imply safety and consent.

– Day Twenty-Three –

Since you first developed an interest in kink, have your interests/perspectives changed? How so?

Absolutely. While I still occasionally like to switch and be submissive, I have found myself more and more on the Dominant side of things. I enjoy being a FemDom. I enjoy the power and the mischief I can get up to. And I enjoy taming my total brat of a husband. I think that this Dominant side of me was always there, but allowing it to truly blossom has changed my outlook on kink and on my own place in life in general. Thanks to Miss Pearl‘s good advice, I have also benefited from a completely different perspective of kink than the one I first came in with.

I believe I have mentioned this before, but I initially got in with the BDSM Fashion crowd. Not bad people, but like in every model event, it is full of pettiness and backstabbing. Honestly, I thought all kink was either totally extreme or totally bitchy for the longest time because of this. So I stepped out of the scene.

My relationship with my husband and my meeting Miss Pearl has allowed me to grow into kink in a more wholesome way. I have now made kink my own in a way I never had before. I realized that if latex doesn’t make me feel sexy, I don’t have to wear it to be a Dom. It’s little details like that that make me very happy my perspective has changed, as I now enjoy my sex-life a lot more. Continue reading

Thirty Days of Kink – Days 19 through 21

I have a lot of catching up to do!! *scrambles hurriedly*

So without further ado – the continuation of my Thirty Days of Kink series!

Thirty Days of Kink

– Day Nineteen –

Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life?

Yes, actually. I have been struggling with Anxiety, Major Depressive Disorder, PTSD and some Bipolar Disorder for some years now. Medication and therapy do what they can, but kink plays a very important part in making me feel better.

When I am submissive and get a spanking, it seems to clear my head of all anxieties and only the delicious pain remains. I can stay elated for quite a while after that. I am aware that the adrenaline and endorphin high is probably the cause of it, but it is beneficial nonetheless.

When I am Dominant, I get drunk on the power and control I have over men. It makes me able to move past my negative thoughts and PTSD. Depression usually goes away simply because I feel evil and mischievous. The fact that I feel strong and sexy doesn’t hurt either.

Thirty Days of Kink – Day 17 & Day 18 –

Note: I am sorry for the delay in posting, my naughty bunnies. Unfortunately, real-life-itis has struck me hard this week. I am moving to a new apartment and hardly have any downtime. This is me trying to catch up. I am still alive!

Thirty Days of Kink

– Day 17 –

What misconception about kinky people would you most like to clear up?

Thirty Days of Kink – Days 14 & 15

– Day Fourteen –

How would you say real life BDSM/kink varies from fantasy BDSM/kink?

Real life is much more casual and banter-y than the fantasy stuff. In fantasy kink, everyone is always perfect. They have perfect bodies, perfectly suave voices… they fit the fetish in your mind. In real life, people have flaws and personalities. They are clumsy and wonderful. I think working with the reality is more fun than keeping everything in the mind.

…. well, that was concise. Move on to day fifteen to make up for the days I missed? Sure.

– Day Fifteen –

Post a BDSM/kink activity you are curious about and would like to try.

Wow… these are questions that beg for short answers today. What is this, Twitter? I’m not used to writing stuff this short.

Anyway, I’d love to try pegging. For those not familiar with the term, pegging means a woman penetrating her partner’s anus with the use of a strap-on dildo. I think that it could be an interesting and very arousing experience for both parties, and I believe it might be a powerful form of Female Domination.

Uhm… See you tomorrow.

Have a sexy photo on me…

Source: http://agentlemistress.tumblr.com/post/146891515454
Source: http://agentlemistress.tumblr.com/post/146891515454

Thirty Days of Kink – Day 13

– Day Thirteen –

Explain as best you can what the appeal of kink/BDSM is to you. Why are you drawn to what you’re drawn to?

Uhm… because it’s my sexuality? I’m not sure I’d go so far as to call it my sexual orientation, but, for as long as I can remember, I’ve been into the kinky stuff. I was raised in Germany by a mother born in the 1960s. My mother never shut up about sex, even when I was a child.

I quickly became hyper-sexualised that way. I was curious about sex long before my peers in school and long before I had the hormones to make it a pleasant experience. Thanks to German late-night television and smutty magazines, I also quickly discovered the world of porn. And missionary was just… BORING!

So I looked at other things. I always enjoyed the feel of leather against skin. I’m a horseback rider, so I won’t deny having a preference for riding crops. It was little things like that that attracted me to BDSM in the first place. Also, the idea of being tied up and of con-non-con (consensual non-consent) just turned me on from the earliest moments…

But what draws me in the most is the look in the eyes of my play partner. When I make a handsome man like my husband beg me for things. When he begs to have me, when he begs me to come, breathless and enthralled by my sexual power over him, I get weak at the knees. (Not to mention soaking wet between my thighs!) This vulnerability and desire in a man just gets to me. Also, the inherent trust in a D/s relationship is something I love. And I’m just not that much of a fan of plain ol’ sex. Don’t get me wrong – I love PIV when I’m in the mood for it. But the mood has to strike me. I get very little out of it otherwise. I don’t even finger my vagina when I masturbate. I prefer to tease my clit instead. Penetration is something I have to desire for it to happen, but I can still get my rocks off in other ways.

And I think that that is the main appeal. Getting my kink on and being sexual without “laying back and thinking of England.” I love bringing the tease and playfulness to the table. I get turned on by ideas in my mind – I get turned on when I daydream about what I might do to my husband when I get home. The actual “traditional” definition of sex is overrated. The teasing is where all the fun lies.

Tuesday Teasing for Mr. Wildcard

Ah, Punish Tuesday!

It is a lovely day that was set up by none other than the delightful Miss Pearl, Dominant Lady Extraordinaire (in this town she’s Kink Royalty). It is a day she has set up with her Gentleman Nemesis to satisfy her kinky urges, and because scheduling in regular kink sessions seems to help with anxiety and whatnot. It is an inspired idea, and one that I have admittedly taken up with my subby-hubby as well.

Source: http://au-oui.tumblr.com/post/144540708220

“Wanna Come Over for Tuesday?”

Subby-hubby was tired on Tuesday. I was left with no one to punish. Dejected, I took a nap after work.

When I woke up, there was a message in my inbox. It was from Mr. Wildcard, and, as he is in all his interactions, very direct and to the point. “Wanna come over for Tuesday?” I could hardly believe what I was reading. Was I, switch and newbie Dom, really being invited by the Royal Couple to join them in a scene? Remember, this wasn’t in a play party context. I was delighted at the invitation, but also trepidatious. I had never played one-on-one like that before.

But subby-hubby was late coming home from work anyway and he kept complaining about tiredness, so I happily obliged. I asked when I should join them. The response was as succinct as ever: “8:30.”

I hastily dressed, but had a dilemma: should I dress for subbing, or Domination? Nothing had been determined in the messages. I chose to wear some nice lingerie (the only one not yet packed up for my upcoming move) and over that I wore a blue shirt and mini circle skirt. Versatile.

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