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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A penis for a day


It’s something I think about from time to time; what I would do if I had a penis for a day. It’s not that I wish I were a man; I most certainly do not. I love being a woman and, when it comes to sex, I love the fact that I have the receiving bits. I love the feeling of having my holes stuffed full of thick, hard cock, but I am fascinated by what sex feels like from a male perspective. After all, no matter how close a couple are, and how good at describing the sensations we feel, we can never actually what the other party experiences.

So, if I had a penis for a day, the first thing I’d do is spend time getting to know my new appendage; discovering what it likes, how it likes to be touched, how to prolong my pleasure.

Being no stranger to masturbation, I can, intellectually at least, understand for a guy to pleasure himself, but no matter how swollen my clit gets, rubbing it is never going to feel the same as having several inches of hard flesh that I can wrap my fingers around.

I’m pretty confident in my hand-job technique, and certainly, Master C assures me that I do a fantastic job, but I have no idea how it feels to him. Not that having a cock of my own would improve my hand-job skills per se; in the same way that knowing how my clit likes to be treated gives me no insight into what another woman likes, having a cock of my own wouldn’t tell me anything more about what Master C enjoys. It would, however, give me some insight as to how the different bits that guys have respond to stimuli.

Then there’s the male orgasm. I know what mine feels like, but what does it feel like for a guy to cum? What does it feel like to have a thick load surge through them and shoot out the end? What does it feel like for him afterwards as his cock relaxes and returns to its relaxed state? I can only imagine what the differences between Master C’s climax and my own must feel like.

Then there’s sex. I know what it feels like to have a cock inside me, but what does it feel like to be inside the body of another person?

I guess, having got to know my penis, I would need to call upon one of my girl friends to discover how to use it. What does Master C feel when I wrap my lips around his cock and suck it? How would a girl’s mouth feel around my cock if I had one? What would it feel like to put my cock inside a woman, feeling the warm moisture of her cunt envelop me as I fuck her? How different does her arse feel from her cunt?

All these things are things that I know and enjoy from a woman’s perspective; sucking Master C’s cock, having him fuck me in my cunt or up my arse, but it would be fascinating, I think, to spend one day experiencing masturbation and sex the way guys experiences it, by having a cock for one day.

I could probably live quite happily without the peeing standing up, or running the risk of getting it caught in the zip of my jeans though.