Yummy, Yummy Kinky Candy!

So I met up with Kinky Candy again a few nights ago. (evil grin slowly appears)We had fun. He texted me earlier in the day and we decided out of the blue- hey, lets go out tonight! Cool! Then he texts me later "what time should I come aquire you tonight?" "Hmm- how about 8? Wait a minute- did you just say 'aquire me'? Why does this not sound good?" So the whole time I'm getting ready my mind is racing trying to figure out what exactly Kinky has planned. Finally, lightbulb! I text R- "would I be using the correct terminology if I said I was going to 'aquire' a suspect?" R texts back- "why?" I said "oh, I mentioned something to Kinky the other day about a cop fantasy and being 'tortured' for information." R texts back- "LOL- get ready for handcuffs!" Dammit! Me and my big mouth. Great- so what exactly DOES he have planned?


I pace while I'm waiting for Kinky to show up. My active imagination goes into overdrive and I think of different scenarios and get more and more nervous. I hear a knock at the door- he's here! Ok- brace yourself, be ready for anything Mariposa. I open the door and I check pockets as he walks through the door- ok just keys. I turn my back on him to go into the kitchen thinking any minute he's just going to pounce on me! Nothing- oh, ok. Guess he's not doing anything like that tonight. So we walk to his truck, get in. He says "give me your hand." I give him my hand- click. Handcuffs. Dammit! He is using the handcuffs. He cuffs my other hand as well- but he's not done! He has another set of handcuffs and he cuffs me to the dashboard! The funny thing- I just gave him my hands like it was nothing, no questions, no hesitation- just let him cuff me to the dashboard. It's not until I'm cuffed and can't do anything about it that I sit and think- WTF did I just get myself into? Too late now! These babies are the real thing! They get a little tighter on my wrists as I fidget- ok lets not do that.


As we're driving he says "look at the toy I got at Folsom!" Uh oh! What the hell is it?! He pulls out what looks like a ruler. I take a closer look- what is that like a paint stirring stick? That's exactly what it looked like. "Hahahaha! That thing wont do anything. It will break the first time you smack me with it. Please- I've seen splinters bigger than that thing." Thwack! "that thing fuckin stings! Put that away! What the hell! Ohh- it stings. Nice. Do it again!" He hits my leg a few moe times and then lays his little evil paint stick on his lap. I don't even ask where we are going because I know he wont tell me. We drive to the downtown area of our town. Thwack! "God dammit- I'm gonna break that thing if you don't watch it." We pull into a parking lot and he gets out his keys for the cuffs. "Do you want those off, hmm?" "Yes" "What do you say?" Dammit- I hate begging. Ok- so I don't hate it, just when someone says to say please the child comes out in me and I want to be defiant and say "no! Make me." But I figure the night just started- no reason to start racking up punishments yet. So I say "can you please take the handcuffs off?" He very nicely takes the cuffs off.


We get out of the truck and start walking, I'm thinking what the hell is down here? Nothing interesting. "We're going to the Amtrak station." "What? Ok? Are you kidnapping me? We taking a train somewhere?!" "No- its my thinking spot." Alrighty. What do you have to think about that's so important that you are just going to sit at a train station with a girl that is wearing a cute dress for you and you just cuffed in your car? Must be pretty important. So we sit down at his thinking spot and just talk. That's the great thing- he can do crazy kinky things to me yet we can still hold a conversation. Awesome either way. I like just sitting and talking as much as him spanking me- ok so if I had to choose I would have a hard time choosing which I like more. Just kidding. Anyways- he says "you know this is part of your punishment right?" Oh- that's right, I got a punishment for not going to Folsom this year and going to Citadel instead. "What talking to you? How is that a punishment?" "No- sitting here at a train station when you're dressed so nicely." Yeah- I was wondering about that! See- Kinky has a rule, when we do anything together- doesn't matter what it is, I am to dress nicely, cute, sexy- whatever you want to call it. So I'm sitting there in a very cute dress if I do say so myself, wondering why I got dressed up to sit at a train station! So yeah- pretty good punishment :)


After a while and a few kisses and bites to keep me on my toes we go back to his truck. I wonder if he'll put the cuffs back on me. No- he lets me go without. But out comes that evil little stick of his again. Thwack, thwack, thwack! OK- you are just having too mcuh fun with that thing! We talk and he keeps smacking me on the leg every once in a while. He smacks me three times really fast on my right leg- Damn- that stings! "When's your birthday?" Huh? "why?" Thwack, thwack "OK- May 17!" thwack! Goodness! I don't know if I like that thing or not. It's a love hate relationship at this point. I flinch everytime I see him get ready to smack me. I can't help it! I think "oh no!" But then I end up liking it in the end- it's that stinging type of pain- my favorite. We stop to get a bite to eat. He orders me a drink- not him! Just me! Dude- I seriously did some damage to my liver this past weekend. I drank like three days in a row- crazy amounts of alcohol! Fine- if you insist- I wont turn down a drink.


We finish eating and it's back to the car and I'm on my toes again. He tucked his little evil stick in his sun visor. I kept looking at it thinking "I hate you, you little stinker. I'm watching you! No sudden movements!" Kinky noticed I kept looking at it I guess, he says "it's not going anywhere." He pulls it out and starts teasing me! He acts like he's going to smack me with it. I can't help it- each time I flinch, brace myslef for impact. Not that it's horrible or anything- it's just that surprising, stinging feeling. He seems to get a kick out of seeing me flinch! He puts his little evil stick away. Thwack! he smacks me on the leg with his hand instead. Dammit! Sneaky bastard. He seems to like dark, deserted places because we start driving down a road that leads to nowhere. He wasn't joking when he had stated earlier that we were going to drive around and find all the dark hidden spots in the area. He pulls off the road- it's dark, nothing around. He gets out of the truck. What? Now?! He opens my door- guess I have to get out. What are we doing exactly? "Assume the positon." Ah- spankings! He grabs my wrists and pins them against the truck above my head. He starts spanking me. Yes- firm hand just like I remember :) I have no idea how many spankings I got or how long it lasted or when my panties were pulled down- but yeah- now I know what subspace is. I never got what people said when they talked about subspace- I know there are different levels etc. But I think this is the first time I actually entered some form of subspace. He pulls my head back by my hair and whispers in my ear "do you like that hmmm? Do you want more?" I don't know- something like that! Like I said- subspace, can't remember word for word people! I say "yes"- he starts spanking me again "well good because I'm not done yet. It's not up to you when I stop anyways. I'll stop spanking you when I'm ready to." Meep! Getting a little tender. I'm at the point where I'm thinking "ok- that is beginning to sting a bit. Maybe you should ease up." But he continues- Wow! Yeah- gonna feel it tomorrow.


He turns me around to face him and slams my back against the truck and starts kissing me- bites my neck. I have to be honest- I'm not goint to try and even remember what he said at this point case I have no fucking clue. All I remember is he was asking me yes or no questions and I would just shake my head yes or no. Then he pulls my dress and bra down and starts sucking on my nipple- now see I'm generally not a person that gets turned on by this but- it felt very nice. I relaxed and leaned my head back on the car, close my eyes. Slap! He slaps my breast- hello! Then he sucks on my other nipple and as soon as I relax again- slap! The other breast- Mmmm! Then he turns me around again and shoves me against the truck, spanks me. Then he slaps my thigh- wow, didn't expect that! The legs are a tender spot! Then he slaps the back of my knee and my calf and works his way back up my other leg. He spanks me again "this is for leaving Citadel early!" Spank, spank, spank! Yikes! He whispers in my ear " I know what you''re thinking right now. No please stop. My ass is sore. I can't take anymore." Spank! "Well too bad!" Spank! "It's not your decision..." Spank! "when" Spank! "I" Spank! "stop!" Spank, spank, spank, spank! Oh...My....God! I'm breathless right now just writing about this! He grabs my hair and pulls my head back "do you like that?" "Yes" "Are you turned on?" "Yes" "Why? Hmmm?" I shrug. I'm in subspace right now I can only answer yes or no questions- you expect me to form a sentence when I'm floating?! He pulls my hair harder "speak!" I shrug my shoulders again "Stop making we wait for an answer." I don't know what else to say so I just say "cause it feels good?" He yanks my hair "It's not because I'm hot? Hmm? Just that this feels good?" I answer- "no" He starts spanking me again "you need to think about your answers before you speak next time!" Spank, spank, spank! I'm totally breathless at this point and hardly able to stand up so I lean against the truck. It's gone from pain to pleasure. He pulls my head back again by my hair and whispers something- I don't remember exactly what it was but he basically asked if I was turned on again and what I was thinking. All I could get out was "I want you." "Do you think you deserve my cock, slut?" "Yes" "Do you think you've been a good slut? Done everything I've asked you to do?" Is this a test?! I can't think right now! Are you going to ask me to name all 50 states next or what? Cause that's honestly what it feels like to form a one word answer right now! So I just keep saying yes. "Is your ass sore?" "Yes"- need to sit down- floating, dizzy! "Do you think you'll feel it tomorrow when you sit down?" "Yes" He opens the car door and I sit down. He's talking to me and then faster than I can blink he chokes me. God this guy knows how to keep me on my toes! I swear everytime he does that it gets tighter and longer- I have to say that is one thing I never thought I would like is breath play. But come to find out- I enjoy it.


We start driving again. All I can do is sit there and giggle like a little girl. That's what I do when I get nervous- I giggle. I'm in a daze- thinking- are we driving back to my place? He turns the opposite direction of my house- wait! I thought- you just- I can't- Where the hell are we going now?! Take me home and fuck me dammit!!! "Oh, look! We're going to Barnes and Noble." Why?!!! I feel like throwing a temper tantrum and screaming "I don't wanna! Please take me home! Take me home and take advantage of me already you dirty boy!" We park- God Dammit! I just follow him in the store. What the hell are we doing in a book store when you could be slamming me up against a wall somewhere screwing my brains out?! "Do you like to read?" What?! Books? We're seriously talking about books right now? You are lucky I don't jump on you in the middle of the freakin store and demand you fuck me! Yes I know it wouldn't get me anywhere but still. He just keeps walking around the store- not really looking at anything. He stops in the interior decorating section. What? Feel the need to redecorate all of a sudden after you just redecorated my ass with purple bruises? Come on! Some reaction! Am I the only one that is like a horny teenager right now? Apparently! He hands me a knitting book "here. Read this, I'll be right back." Yipee- just my cup of tea. I put it back on the shelf "I didn't say put it back! I said read it!" Fine! I flip through the damn knitting book while I wait for him to return. Seriously? You are seriously making me look at this? Wait a minute- I'm letting you make me look at this?! What the hell has happened to my brain? Supspace- that's what! And you are making me read a knitting book instead of taking advantage of this subspace I'm in right now.


He comes back. Finally! We head back to the car- but are we going home yet? No! We are finding more dark spots! Hey- I know of one huge dark spot that we could go to- my fucking empty house! It's waiiiiitiiing! No? Fine. So we drive around some more- more evil stick! I'm getting impatient! I ask "you having fun just driving around?" "Mmmhmm." I don't remember what I said or did but apparently I was being a little feisty. He grabs my hair and slowly pulls my head closer and closer to him. "Do you know why I'm pulling you closer and closer?" What did he just say? Ah right- "to keep me on my toes." "exactly! Maybe I'll be nice and let you suck my cock while I drive." I unbutton his pants and start succking his cock- alright people! I'll go into a little more detail this time- geez! People seem to like to hear about sucking cock. The only reason I don't is I can't judge or tell you how it feels. I'm just the one pleasing. I can't tell you how it felt but I can tell you how his cock felt in my mouth- that work? Well- lets just say not lacking in size and very pleasant to look at actually. Not many are hehe. I take him into my mouth and I taste a little pre cum. As I move faster I feel him getting harder and bigger. I'm hoping the moans I hear mean it feels good. I feel his hand on the back of my head lightly. I like that- he's not forcing my head down- just kind of guiding it- letting me know what pace to go at. I feel like he's letting me know he is still in control and could push my head down if he wanted to but never does. There- that good enough? Well that's all you get! The next thing I know we pull into my driveway.....


TO BE CONTINUED!

Letting My Freak Flag Fly

I have a secret that I have kept for years. It is something I even had a problem admitting to myself- just like how I am into BDSM. As I said before I grew up in a very conservative, Christina household. I grew up being fed information on what is correct, what is considered "bad". So having the feelings I had made me feel like a horrible, demonic person. So admitting I was into BDSM was hard enough- I mean it's one thing to admit you like kinky, rough sex. A lot of people are into that! That is more acceptable than what else I have been hiding. It is very revealing, it is something a lot frown upon- even in the BDSM community. Ok- not frown upon but it is something that a lot of people can't wrap their mind around.


My big secret- the one I've never told anyone- I want to live a poly lifestyle. Yes people! I'm finally letting my freak flag fly high and proud! I'm a very open person- always have been. I accept everyone for who they are. I don't judge- we are all different. That's what makes this world such a beautiful place! So be who you are and don't apologize for it. No one is "different" or should be considered an outcast. Not one person is exactly the same on this planet- so we are ALL different! So why judge and push your beliefs on someone else? If we were all supposed to be the same and think and feel the same- we would have been made that way.


I was first exposed to polyamory when I was a teen. Immediately when I heard about it I thought "that is the most wonderful thing ever!" But I felt guilty for feeling that way. I was raised in church- you read and follow the Bible! You do not under any circumstances have pre marital sex, if you do that is considered adultry because you are only to be with one person and love only one person for your entire life! Well- considering I have had numerous sexual partners already and I have been divorced- I'm already damned to hell according to the Church. Whatever! I'm done feeling guilty about my choices and what makes me happy in life. I've been living my life according to others beliefs- faith. All it has done is make me feel like a disgrace. Well- I'm done! I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life right now. How can something be considered so horrible if it makes me this happy? I finally gave in and admitted I like BDSM- and I'm ecstatic! So I'm going to be completely honest with myself, give into these feelings I've held back for years! Screw society- this makes me happy. I'm poly!


Even though I've only been in manogomous relationships in the past- I know I'm poly. I'm not your typical girl that gets upset if you look at another female, find her attractive. That's human nature. Just because I am in a relationship with someone and maybe they have deep feelings for me- it doesn't mean your brain automatically shuts off your ability to have feelings for another. We're not wired to only have deep feelings for one individual. Just as there are numerous shades of green in the world- there are numerous levels of love. You can love someone romantically, or on a friendship level, or the love between a parent and child. It doesn't even have to be love! You can be in love with one individual and be infatuated with another. We are beings made to feel. We have emotions for a reason. Why go against nature and shut off emotions because society says we have to? Why should I feel guilty about say- loving one person and finding another attractive? I shouldn't! But society has made it so manogomy is mainstream. I'm done conforming to society- I'm starting to color outside the lines and I love it. So I'm not stopping. If I want to be poly- so be it.


In a relationship all I ask for is respect and honesty. Even in a poly relationship one can cheat. What makes it cheating? Not being honest, hiding intent. I know the dynamic is different with each poly relationship but I'm going to state what would work for me- how I view a poly relationship for me personally. If I were to have a primary partner- I would just want the person to be completely honest and open. You're interested in someone else? No problem. Just don't let it get in the way of our connection, respect what we have and keep communicating with me. That's all I ask- no secrets. I'm not the jealous type, I don't get hurt as long as you are honest. I don't keep secrets from my partners so I expect they would not keep secrets from me. I don't expect someone to have feelings for me and then completely shut off all emotion to others. We all have emotions- just let them flow. Why hide them or fight them? That just creates problems and makes you unhappy- spiteful of the other person even. Just as men can't help but stare at a beautiful woman as they walk by- I can't help but check out a hot ass guy if I see him! You want to make out with that hot chick? Hell, I'd probably admit I would too! I'm not afraid to admit when a person is attractive no matter what gender. Doesn't mean I would do anything with that person- but I wont get upset for someone thinking another is smokin hot. Go ahead! You want to make out with them, spank em- whatever you want. Do it- just remember the connection you have with me and respect that fact. I respect you as a person- just respect me in return.


Honestly- to have a connection with someone where you are completely honest with someone, no secrets- that is more fufilling and more intimate than any manogomous relationship could ever be. You are completely free to be who you are! What could be more intimate than that?