Almost limitless


When it comes to sex, I’ve always had a fairly “anything goes” attitude. I’ve always been willing to try new things, I like to experiment, I like to have my boundaries pushed.

There is a difference, I think, between boundaries and limits. My boundaries have definitely expanded since I started on my sexual journey. My natural curiosity led me to try (and enjoy as it turned out) things like anal, sex with other women, group-sex, bondage, swinging, etc. I’ve had casual sex with both men and women, I get off on risky situations such as sex in fairly public place where there is a risk (to varying degrees) of getting caught. In my student days, I once even caught a night bus back from a club with a guy’s cum (albeit dried by the time the bus finally showed up) all over my face.

There is a thrill of trying new things, of experiencing new sensations in different circumstances. Far from being limits, my boundaries are simply things I haven’t tried. Some I have actively wanted to do, some I was less keen on trying, and some, up until I found myself doing them, I hadn’t even considered.

There are, however, a few things that I won’t do.

Anything involving scat/urine/blood is out.  While I have no problem (massive understatement) with anal, rimming is something I won’t do. Similarly, if a cock has been in my arse, even though a condom has been worn, it isn’t going anywhere else until it has had a bloody good wash.

One final thing: needles.  I have a pathological fear of them. I even have to get knocked out when I go to the dentist. So, they are an absolute no-no.

I don’t really have many limits, and those that I have are definitely hard, and, have remained constant from the very start.

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Call me


I’ve been a way for a while, for a number of reasons; some of them nice, some of them not so much. I’ll leave it there and won’t burden you with the details.

My experience with phone sex is somewhat one sided. It invariably involves Master C phoning me when He is away from home on business and giving me some very explicit instructions.

He will tell me which bits of me to play with; my nipples, my cunt, and what to use; my fingers, a particular toy.

He will tell me how much pressure to apply to my clit, how tight and how hard to squeeze and pull my nipples, how hard and how deep to finger-fuck my cunt and how many fingers to use.

As Master C instructs me, He calls me His “filthy slut”, His “Dirty whore”. I confess that I am. I tell Him how bad I have been, letting Him know how much I need His correction.

He tells me how He will punish me when He returns home; how He will bind and restrain me, how many deliciously painful strokes of His belt I will feel on my arse.

The words that Master C speaks are every bit as arousing as the things He makes me do to myself.

At His command, the silky cold glass plug is pushed up my arse.

Another instruction and I fasten the clamps around my nipples.

My fingers fill my cunt as Master C tells me to fuck myself more firmly; stopping occasionally to be allowed to lick my juices from their surface.

The tension builds inside me as I dutifully follow His every instruction.

Will He give me permission to come, or will He hang-up and leave me waiting for further direction?

My passion flares.

My need for release grows stronger with every second.

Have I pleased Him? Will He let my have my orgasm?

The tension mounts unbearably as I wait for Master C to announce my fate.

Showing a little restraint


There is something delicious about being completely at another person’s mercy. Throw in a blindfold so that I have no idea what the other person is going to do, and you have an instantly quivering Morag who is just about ready to cum before she’s even been touched.

But much as I enjoy being tied up, I also occasionally love playing the part of the restrainor. It’s a power thing, I freely admit. I find absolute trust to be immensely sexy.  For me, the whole thing isn’t about pushing the other person to the limits of their endurance (and to be honest, I don’t think I could do that to Master C even though I’m sure He is at least physically capable of doing that to me); it’s about trusting them absolutely to know how far they can go.

I enjoy the helplessness of being tied up, gagged and blindfolded; having to take whatever is inflicted upon me, but on those rare occasions when the tables are turned, the feeling of power and control is as much of a turn on as is the helplessness of being tied spread-eagle to the bed and having Master C do whatever He desires.

I know that using just my lips, teeth, tongue and fingers, I can have Master C whimpering, desperate for release in a matter of minutes. What’s more, it is fully in my power to grant or deny Him the pleasure of that release. The restrainor holds all the aces and the restrainee just has to accept whatever is being done to them.  As someone who is usually on the receiving end of such situations, I find these occasional reversals to be extremely arousing. Sometimes the hardest thing in these situations (other than Master C‘s cock) if for me not to release Him and have Him do whatever He wants to me.

I know, from experience, that I can deny Master C for over an hour, teasing and torturing Him with my mouth and fingers until I impale myself on His straining cock and feel his rich, Hot cum erupt inside me with a force that makes my eyes water.  I know that. although Master C is bound and “helpless” in these situations, He is still able to reward me for pleasuring Him.

Similarly, when I am the one being done to, my orgasm is completely in Master C‘s hands, to grant or deny as he sees fit. When Master C has me at His mercy, it is my turn to endure/enjoy the exquisite agony of being entirely under another person’s control.

Silk scarves, ropes, handcuffs, and blindfolds all figure in our restraining of each other. Master C frequently requires me to wear my ball-gag which adds yet another element to it; denying me the ability to verbally articulate my discomfort/pleasure.

So yes, we both like to restrain and be restrained; but great sex is all about exploring the boundaries of what turns us on, and as far as I’m concerned, the sex Master C and I have goes way beyond great.

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