Annie's Room

My recent sexual journey (over four months!) has been very unexpected and very powerful. I have been blessed to meet a woman who is beautiful, powerful, strong, and so intelligent. She challenges my mind, my emotions, and my sex. I'd never really explored being submissive (beyond a long standing erotic love of a ball gag) but she opened doors for me, all within the totality of a lesbian romance.

It is true to say that I am her creation. She found clay in me I didn't know was there and has shaped it, discovered the truths within the clay and fashioned it. She has led me to embrace a role, in discussions, in *intense* cybersex, and in specially crafted experiences in real life. I have done things I never thought I would and crave more. I've done them eagerly, daring things.

Much of what has happened is private between us but as an example, following the mindset she has helped me find and the intense, well, horniness she inspires, I found myself in a public bathroom mounting a cock dildo on the wall of a stall, pulling down my panties and working it into my ass. I fucked myself until I came, freezing each time another woman came in the bathroom, still with a large cock in my ass, wondering if she noticed my panties were around my ankles but I wasn't near the toilet. I came intensely and rushed to tell my mistress of the experience.

I don't expect to talk about my experience much here as again, she owns those experiences and our relationship (and me) but I couldn't help myself. I had to tell how much I admire her, desire her, desire to please her. I like just talking with her and care about her.

Okay, enough of a look behind the curtain...
 
My recent sexual journey (over four months!) has been very unexpected and very powerful. I have been blessed to meet a woman who is beautiful, powerful, strong, and so intelligent. She challenges my mind, my emotions, and my sex. I'd never really explored being submissive (beyond a long standing erotic love of a ball gag) but she opened doors for me, all within the totality of a lesbian romance.

It is true to say that I am her creation. She found clay in me I didn't know was there and has shaped it, discovered the truths within the clay and fashioned it. She has led me to embrace a role, in discussions, in *intense* cybersex, and in specially crafted experiences in real life. I have done things I never thought I would and crave more. I've done them eagerly, daring things.

Much of what has happened is private between us but as an example, following the mindset she has helped me find and the intense, well, horniness she inspires, I found myself in a public bathroom mounting a cock dildo on the wall of a stall, pulling down my panties and working it into my ass. I fucked myself until I came, freezing each time another woman came in the bathroom, still with a large cock in my ass, wondering if she noticed my panties were around my ankles but I wasn't near the toilet. I came intensely and rushed to tell my mistress of the experience.

I don't expect to talk about my experience much here as again, she owns those experiences and our relationship (and me) but I couldn't help myself. I had to tell how much I admire her, desire her, desire to please her. I like just talking with her and care about her.

Okay, enough of a look behind the curtain...

Thank you for the peek you share, erotic, powerfully persuasive and an affirmation that relationships and trust, attraction and desire do not always involve face to face meeting.

How did you find each other?
 
Thank you for that glimpse into this intense relationship. May it always be positive and fulfilling! :heart:
 
Thank you for the peek you share, erotic, powerfully persuasive and an affirmation that relationships and trust, attraction and desire do not always involve face to face meeting.

How did you find each other?

You know, I don't recall but it was some chance encounter on the threads here, some PMs and then a quickly blossoming relationship.
 
My recent sexual journey (over four months!) has been very unexpected and very powerful. I have been blessed to meet a woman who is beautiful, powerful, strong, and so intelligent. She challenges my mind, my emotions, and my sex. I'd never really explored being submissive (beyond a long standing erotic love of a ball gag) but she opened doors for me, all within the totality of a lesbian romance.

It is true to say that I am her creation. She found clay in me I didn't know was there and has shaped it, discovered the truths within the clay and fashioned it. She has led me to embrace a role, in discussions, in *intense* cybersex, and in specially crafted experiences in real life. I have done things I never thought I would and crave more. I've done them eagerly, daring things.

Much of what has happened is private between us but as an example, following the mindset she has helped me find and the intense, well, horniness she inspires, I found myself in a public bathroom mounting a cock dildo on the wall of a stall, pulling down my panties and working it into my ass. I fucked myself until I came, freezing each time another woman came in the bathroom, still with a large cock in my ass, wondering if she noticed my panties were around my ankles but I wasn't near the toilet. I came intensely and rushed to tell my mistress of the experience.

I don't expect to talk about my experience much here as again, she owns those experiences and our relationship (and me) but I couldn't help myself. I had to tell how much I admire her, desire her, desire to please her. I like just talking with her and care about her.

Okay, enough of a look behind the curtain...

What a beautiful, sensuous picture you paint. Good for you, Annie!
 
Annie, its swell....

My recent sexual journey (over four months!) has been very unexpected and very powerful. I have been blessed to meet a woman who is beautiful, powerful, strong, and so intelligent. She challenges my mind, my emotions, and my sex. I'd never really explored being submissive (beyond a long standing erotic love of a ball gag) but she opened doors for me, all within the totality of a lesbian romance.

It is true to say that I am her creation. She found clay in me I didn't know was there and has shaped it, discovered the truths within the clay and fashioned it. She has led me to embrace a role, in discussions, in *intense* cybersex, and in specially crafted experiences in real life. I have done things I never thought I would and crave more. I've done them eagerly, daring things.

Much of what has happened is private between us but as an example, following the mindset she has helped me find and the intense, well, horniness she inspires, I found myself in a public bathroom mounting a cock dildo on the wall of a stall, pulling down my panties and working it into my ass. I fucked myself until I came, freezing each time another woman came in the bathroom, still with a large cock in my ass, wondering if she noticed my panties were around my ankles but I wasn't near the toilet. I came intensely and rushed to tell my mistress of the experience.

I don't expect to talk about my experience much here as again, she owns those experiences and our relationship (and me) but I couldn't help myself. I had to tell how much I admire her, desire her, desire to please her. I like just talking with her and care about her.

Okay, enough of a look behind the curtain...

To have the courage, the energy, the time, and an understanding mate to explore such fantasies and make them real. This is a great place to share such matters. I have met wonderful people here, learned a lot, and even made a lover or two. This particular thread is so exciting since I am bisexual, sorta, in that I love dating the CD's. Perhaps the best part of new friendships is that when I travel, I have a native to show me around. I still value such friendships and correspond and send pics to these dear friends. As a widower out dating, I find their counsel invaluable and am so glad to have them in my life.

Can you imagine the value and excitement of a Kansas farmboy being walked thru Manhattan by a high class clothes horse?
 
I wish there was a way I could really feel how cumming feels for a guy. Or for a guy to feel how I feel when I orgasm. I wonder how similar the sensations are.
 
I wish there was a way I could really feel how cumming feels for a guy. Or for a guy to feel how I feel when I orgasm. I wonder how similar the sensations are.

That is definitely an interesting thought. Imagine how much better lovers men & women could be if the knew the others feeling of orgasm so intimately. I don't know if the squirting orgasm that some women experience can count. I am wondering though, while I have on a few occasions in the past had an ejaculated orgasm from anal play alone, more often I can achieve such intense stimulation that I have what I call a dry orgasm. It just feels so intense, but it eventually backs off on its own. I don't know how else to describe it.

As always thanks for you sharing & thoughts.
 
Not easy, Annie

I wish there was a way I could really feel how cumming feels for a guy. Or for a guy to feel how I feel when I orgasm. I wonder how similar the sensations are.

Short answer: ours happen quick, intensely pleasurable. Exhausted and weak for a bit. We can feel it coming on. It can be stopped in an instant; we can hover on the edge of it for a long time. Some of us "edge" a lot looking at porn or reading stories.
There is a moment when he is damned helpless in ecstasy and exhaustion. Of course I also speak only for myself. But I have been with a few sissies; they act kinda like me.

I think with dames it comes on very slowly, and undulates like recurrent waves of delight. A really sweet dame will moan and thrash and let said lover know how much they like it. I know some dames that have 3 G spots, and the fun ones will tell you where they are. Of course, its about communication, as much of romance is.
 
My recent sexual journey (over four months!) has been very unexpected and very powerful. I have been blessed to meet a woman who is beautiful, powerful, strong, and so intelligent. She challenges my mind, my emotions, and my sex. I'd never really explored being submissive (beyond a long standing erotic love of a ball gag) but she opened doors for me, all within the totality of a lesbian romance.

It is true to say that I am her creation. She found clay in me I didn't know was there and has shaped it, discovered the truths within the clay and fashioned it. She has led me to embrace a role, in discussions, in *intense* cybersex, and in specially crafted experiences in real life. I have done things I never thought I would and crave more. I've done them eagerly, daring things.

Much of what has happened is private between us but as an example, following the mindset she has helped me find and the intense, well, horniness she inspires, I found myself in a public bathroom mounting a cock dildo on the wall of a stall, pulling down my panties and working it into my ass. I fucked myself until I came, freezing each time another woman came in the bathroom, still with a large cock in my ass, wondering if she noticed my panties were around my ankles but I wasn't near the toilet. I came intensely and rushed to tell my mistress of the experience.

I don't expect to talk about my experience much here as again, she owns those experiences and our relationship (and me) but I couldn't help myself. I had to tell how much I admire her, desire her, desire to please her. I like just talking with her and care about her.

Okay, enough of a look behind the curtain...

nice...
 
I wish there was a way I could really feel how cumming feels for a guy. Or for a guy to feel how I feel when I orgasm. I wonder how similar the sensations are.

when the Dr. had me on Flomax at my last surgery in July I had to check and see if it still worked, to my surprise when I came it went straight to the bladder, never through the tip and made me wonder if this is how a woman feels during orgasm. I was intense that the head area got a different sensitivity but the orgasm was inside me...
 
I wish there was a way I could really feel how cumming feels for a guy. Or for a guy to feel how I feel when I orgasm. I wonder how similar the sensations are.

I agree. I would like that. And to know how it feels to dip a penis into a warm wet pussy. And, egotistically, I wonder what it’s like to have sex with myself.
 
Methinks, Annie...

I agree. I would like that. And to know how it feels to dip a penis into a warm wet pussy. And, egotistically, I wonder what it’s like to have sex with myself.

These orgasms are very different. I think women's are slower to develop and prolly inconsistent. Ours happen fast, very intense. I am helpless for those few seconds. One soaked the bed thoroughly; and within 10 minutes she was playing with my cock again, wanted it again; saying nothing.
 
Okay, I've been busy lately and some of that is because I've developed a relationship with another woman here on Lit. She's my mistress, a dominant less than half my age. She commanded me to do what I'm about to tell you about, stretching my boundaries and encouraging me to embrace things about myself I'd denied my whole life. My life has been changed but I hope you all enjoy my experience. :)




My mistress, I've just returned home and had to tell you immediately how it went. I'm still wet and beaming.

I couldn't wait until late in the evening and went at 5:30pm. That worked out better since the crowd was less but there were many dancers ready for the more busy evening.

The club is called (NAME EXCLUDED FOR PRIVACY) with a typical boring exterior with a few lights but once you step in, its mostly dark walls (velvet wall hangings?) and show lights all sorts of places.

I was wearing a short leather skirt, white satin panties, garter belt and thigh highs (panties over the garters of course), white satin bra and a semi-sheer blouse. In the weird black-light of the club, my bra glowed a bit REALLY showing off my breasts and cleavage. Depending on how I would sit, I could let my panties glow too. I felt so dirty and slutty just dressing that way that I was already aroused when I parked outside. Well, maybe that was from the feeling of buckling on my leather slave collar you gave me before I walked in. Oh, and I was wearing a pair of my favorite 4" high heels.

The woman at the front window gave me a big smile as I paid my entrance fee. I just had a small clutch with a car key, my ID, and lots of cash in different denominations.

Inside the club, there were three runway "stages" with chairs lining them, small two-top tables near them, and deeper booths for groups lining the walls. There was an extensive bar and a short 4-step stair up to a back area for VIP dances. The DJ was playing Thunderstruck by AC/DC and there was a pretty black girl dancing.

My ex-girlfriend, Carol, is black (African-American) so I was a bit captivated watching the dancer but like so many dancers, she was very small chested (unlike Carol, sigh) so I started looking for a table. I took a little table near but not next to the stage so I could watch the two stages that were being danced on.

A waitress came to the table fairly quickly and said her name was Cindy. I began to order Cokes and tip her well. (I don't usually drink alcohol) I could see I was getting noticed by some of the men patrons and the dancers. (That's when I confirmed how easy it was to see my white bra and breasts - I felt like a total whore... exactly as instructed)

It took me awhile to see a woman dance who really got me even more aroused. She had generous breasts but still with good form, wore a satin bustier for the first part of her dance, and was quite talented as a dancer. Some dancers sort of just sway or do a couple moves over and over. This woman was connecting with the crowd and working it, getting several men to put money in her garter for her to dance in front of them a little bit.

It was nerve-wracking but I got up the courage and went up to the edge of the stage. My heart was racing as she smiled at me and came over.

"Hi there, beautiful," she said as she crouched down. I put $10 in the waist of her panties.

"You have such beautiful breasts," I said quietly, surprised by how dry my mouth was. She grinned and carefully rubbed her breasts up and down against my face. I couldn't help but stick my tongue and run it against her breast for a moment before she stood back up. I could taste her pungent "stripper perfume/body oil" and I think I still have some glitter on my tongue. ;)

I took my seat again and after she was done, she put her bustier back on and came over to my table.

(I'm trying to remember what was said as best I can, consider this paraphrased)

"Would you like me to sit with you?"

"Yes, please. Do you want a drink?"

"Sure, just a Coke. Long night. What's your name?"

"Annie. What's yours?"

"Sara Jane. This your first time?"

"Second. My husband brought me here about a month or so ago."

"No husband this time?"

"No, I... I came here because my mistress told me to."

Cindy came with the drinks and then left.

"Your mistress? That's pretty kinky. Is the collar from her?"

"Yes, she's much younger than me and she collared me."

"What else did she tell you to do?"

"She gave me money to come and reward myself."

"I like her!" she laughed. "You think she wants you to have a lap dance?"

"Yes, please."

So Sara Jane started dancing in front of me and grinding on me, spreading my legs, straddling me. When she was on my lap with her breasts in my face, she whispered, "Pretty women like you turn me on."

I paid her for the lap dance and asked for a VIP dance. She agreed. I took a long drink of my Coke and touched her arm.

"There are a couple things I must tell you before we go in."

She leaned in all conspiratorial and looked so amazingly sexy. I was tempted to say nothing so I didn't jeopardize the situation but I had to do what you'd told me to do.

"My mistress commanded me to confess to you that I'm her fuck toy and that she owns me. She wants me to touch myself as you dance in the VIP room. I don't want to get you into trouble though."

Sarah Jane looked at me with surprise and took a minute to think it over.

"When I dance, I can touch you but you can't touch me. As long as you leave your clothes on and don't touch me, I'm fine with it."

She led me by the hand to the VIP section, down a little hall past a burly bouncer and to a stall with a bench seat. I sat on the seat and she stood at the edge of the stall. It looked like the bouncer could see her if she stepped a little out of the booth but couldn't if she stepped in with me.

"How many songs do you want?"

"How many can I have?"

"He'll come check on us after eight."

"Eight then."

And she started dancing. Again very talented. I did not wait but started squeezing my breasts through my blouse and bra and rubbing my pussy through my panties since my short skirt hiked up when I sat down.

My god, my mistress, I was masturbating in front of another woman, a stripper, a stranger. She could see what a total fuck toy I was. It was so erotic. I was so exposed even leaving my panties on.

She danced with her ass grinding my lap, her breasts moving against mine. She placed her nipples to my lips and I happily licked and sucked them for as long as she permitted. She got down to heels and panties and flashed her pussy at me several times.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" she whispered in my ear during the fourth song as she straddled me and rubbed her breasts and body against me.

That was all it took. I came so hard with her on me. I imagined it was you on top of me, telling me to cum. My head tilted back and my body shook against hers.

"Fuck girl," she moaned as she kept grinding me, her pussy against my hand against my pussy.

My orgasm finally finished during the fifth song but she kept dancing until the end of it.

I paid the bouncer for the dances and gave Sara Jean a sizeable tip as well.

"I hope your Mistress rewards you again soon, honey. Maybe she'll tell you to come dance on amateur night!"

We exchanged cheek kisses and I settled back at my table to have a couple more Cokes before I headed home.

My panties are cool and wet with my pussy cum and I can smell her all over my skin and clothes. (Strippers use very strong perfumes and body sprays I guess).

It was an amazing experience I wouldn't have dared do without you telling me to do it. So I am so grateful, my Mistress. I felt proud/ashamed as people looked at my collar while I was in the club, proud to be yours and ashamed to be flaunting what a true fuck toy lezzie slut I am.

I hope I did the trip justice in my description.

This was...thought provoking...
 
Thank you for sharing your adventure on 17 December & the history of the changes in you & husband's relationship over the past year. God bless you guys going forward with your communication, love, & safe exploration. You are an inspiration! :heart:
 
Thank you for sharing your adventure on 17 December & the history of the changes in you & husband's relationship over the past year. God bless you guys going forward with your communication, love, & safe exploration. You are an inspiration! :heart:


I agree a thousand million percent! Thank you for sharing Annie. You are indeed an inspiration! :heart:
 
Hmmmmmmm, Annie

Took my trans GF to a strip club, got a lap dance from a cute college girl. Same deal; you cant touch. But as she left, she made a point of it to graze her sweet wet pussy across my forearm! I walked out with my trans girl, and all the guys there knew there was one lucky dude getting his cock sucked that nite!
 
I wish there was a way I could really feel how cumming feels for a guy. Or for a guy to feel how I feel when I orgasm. I wonder how similar the sensations are.

For me, the build up is the best. The actual sex. The orgasm is great, don't get me wrong, but it's the rush of emotions, passion, lust, while in the midst of sex that is the best. The head of my cock gets so sensitive, coming inside a woman is almost too much and takes away from it all. A hand job or blow job on the other hand-- fantastic. But it's a bummer when the ride is over.
 
Took my trans GF to a strip club, got a lap dance from a cute college girl. Same deal; you cant touch. But as she left, she made a point of it to graze her sweet wet pussy across my forearm! I walked out with my trans girl, and all the guys there knew there was one lucky dude getting his cock sucked that nite!

Sounds like a very luck guy.😉
 
A few suggestions from a friend on what to do to hubby...

put him in a satin corset, put his arms down by his sides, put another corset around them to properly trap him...

have him hold balls in his hands and then wrap them tight in my satin panties so he can feel the panties but can't get out...

I wonder if I add a mouth cock to mount on his face and then I ride him... yes, I think that would be fun... :)
 
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