Ok..so it wasn't a too extreme Thursday...

But you gotta give us an A for effort.

Of course we did have a fantastic Thursday after all.

I asked him what he wanted me to wear, and he replied "What ever you wish, just leave your breasts exposed and the latex leggings with the zip open". I did just that, but added the black cotton underbust corset. For some reason I just felt more comfortable covering up all that white skin on my tummy. I thought it looked pretty good.

J3 put on his chaps, and Iam not sure if he realizes it or not....but seeing his tight ass and thick cock in the soft black leather always makes me instanltly wet and horny. He looked sooo fine! made me want to just bite him!


Everything was all set!
He had the suspension cuffs ready, and what a fantastic job he did attaching them to the ceiling hooks with the medium weight chains as I was kneeling on our bed. I loved the sound of the tinkling they made as I adjusted my knees to get myself to where I wasn't going to topple over.

Then he placed the heavy hood on me. I love when we play with it. As Ive said before, it always takes me to that place that only he can take me to.

Only thing is...the time it takes him to put the hood on me, my hands started going numb, and I had to ask to be taken down.
Which I hated because I know how much I wanted to be suspended, and I knew he would be disappointed...he'd say he wasn't. But I was , so I knew he was if even just a little .
It felt wonderful at first....He had me hanging on the hook and proceeded to put the heavy bondage hood on.
But when the itching started and eventually my fingers going numb,That's when I had to ask him to take me down....booo. And he did as the suspension cuffs came off,so did the hood.

But he did put the hood back on!
And then he started experimenting with the new hemp rope we got for Christmas.
( I know I know...that's a long time ago, but we did have fun finally using it!)

He bound my breast with the purple rope and started making it tighter and tighter asking each time if it was too tight.
Of course I mumbled through the hood "tighter"...hehehe I could just imagine his grin when I said that.

It was so soft and silky as he wrapped it around and around. As the rope slid across my body I began to get shaky, and almost lost my balance .

Then he took something (which I thought was a marker) and started writing all over my tightly bound breast. Come to find out he was trying to make me think it was a new rotary cutter we bought for our new latex projects...But I couldn't hear him and I thought he was writing on me with a marker!

He smacked my bound breasts in between face slaps and cunt pinches.
I love when he pushes and does what he has spoken about doing to me in the past. But sometimes hes too careful, that's just the way hes set up. And I Love him more and more because of it! Although, sometimes I wish he would just let loose and DO IT!


It felt wonderful, all the sensations enlightened by the extreme hood.

But then, he wasn't finished,
Thank Goodness!
I was so wet and horny from all the rope and teasing!

I had hoped I could last longer hanging there, But I just couldn't. I told him next time....hood first, suspension cuffs last.
We live and we learn!

So he had me lay down on my back and began teasing and biting my tits.
I love it so when he nibbles and slaps and teases.
I could almost cum from his teasing.
Then he shoved a pillow under my ass and got on top of me.
Oh yes!! I wanted to feel his hard cock in my cunt!
But first he teased and tortured me even more.

Blocking the on small air hole on the mask so I couldn't breath...then blowing cool air back in. He switched back and forth from my tits to my cunt with his tongue and teeth. Slapping my face in between his sweet torture.

All of a sudden he rammed his hot rod deep inside me.
Pulling himself in deeper by holding onto my shoulders.
It felt so amazing! He pumped harder and harder taking my cunt for his pleasure. I came so hard!!
Just at that moment I felt him tense up and he exploded his load deep inside my cunt. I could tell he was really enjoying it from his moans, which I could actually hear under the hood so it must have been mind blowing for him!

I laid on top of me for a while..then asked if I was ok and proceeded to remove the hood. I was so sweaty and I know he loves the way I look when hes just used and abused me as I emerge from the hood.

Then he rubbed his fingers on my slippery wet cum filled cunt and placed them to my mouth, feeding me our cum juice. Back and forth from my mouth then to his own. We licked and sucked them dry!
Cum had leaked on the pillow under my ass, and he showed it to me, and said "lick". Which I eagerly did with a huge smile on my face.

By that time we were both spent, and fell asleep in each others arms.
It was a fantastic Thursday....maybe not a huge suspension bondage day, but next time will try doing the suspension cuffs last.

Unfortunately the camera battery was dead and we didn't get to take any pictures.
(note to self, buy more than one next time!)

COME ON SPRING-We've got a barn to break in!

Thanks for letting us share our adventures with you

Be Well- Wendy

Slut..Whore...and more

I do enjoy writing this blog, but it has certainly taken a back seat in our daily "to do list". I think one reason why I don't keep up with it is because J3 has lost interest. I don't believe that readers want to hear all the vanilla things that are routine in our daily lives. And for or many different reasons, such as the terrorist and one or both of us being under the weather ,we haven't had any "us" time.
But I believe we need to "make" time. We need it. I crave it and I miss it.


We have been discussing how I am not really a "slave" to him. And he is not always Dominate to me.
I suppose calling ourselves a M/s couple isn't the best way to describe our relationship. At times I am very dominate in the vanilla areas of our life.
I do enjoy him taking me and using me for his pleasure. But I also enjoy it when he lets me drive. Taking him to the edge and peering over with him.


But I enjoy more when I am being stripped down to a quivering, craving slut,his slut where nothing in the world matters other then us. I also love the Daddy dynamic that we often share...I adore being called his little girl and love it when he says "Do it for Daddy"

It propels my mind in to places I’ve only dreamed of. I needed and crave to be brought to those edges and boundaries I’ve never known, till my eyes well with tears.His lust fills me with a dark hunger that I've kept hidden and locked deep inside for so long, until he captured my heart and traveled to those places with me.

Searching, wandering, listening, trying hard to find my way. As we follow the path he has laid out before us, I pause, unsure and dreamlike we ramble onward. Screaming wanting him to stop. But more so wanting him to do as he wishes, because I know it pleases him and it also pleases me.

The pain intertwines with the pleasure and I want more...I need more. But I still beg him to stop. He backs off slightly, and then continues. Doesn't he know? I am begging, but he continues. I want him to push me. I hope he quits, and I hope he continues.

The path emerges from the shadows as we drift forward, the light calling to us into the darkness, my thoughts join his, and together we dream, we feel, we explore, we push, we fly, we soar, and we know we can not let go.
We wont.

I am bound tighter than I have ever have dreamed and feared, gagged so that my words are reduced to mere sounds in a language that only the two of us know, as you hold the leash to my collar, that lets the powers pass between our hearts and souls, and as you look into my eyes and watch me seeking yours. I know,I know we are so fortunate.

Slowly we peel back the layers and we reveal our desires and our hopes and dreams.
To share this with him is a gift beyond words.

Hardware whore?
Well, you see there’s this place inside of me, that only existed inside of me, until he touched it. Then it flowered, opening into a fragrant bloom that seeks his regard instead of the sun. And it is rather funny, in an odd sort of way, that I knew it was there but so unsure until I met him.
Until he slid inside me and opened me and showed me what I am. I am a woman, his partner.

I wait in the darkness until he brings me into the light and the darkness and he wrings my utter surrender from me even as I gasp and struggle, thinking I have given all that there is to give He says " My partner, My love, My slut, My hardware whore" And I am astonished to find there is always more. It is as though his hand reaches inside of me, fist clenching around my core, grasping it tightly. And he tears it from me as I scream and cry and struggle. He holds it up in front of me and opens his hand and then, oh yes then I fly free and unfettered on the currents of heat that rise from him to carry me as we soar.
I wonder if he will ever know where my heart beats strongest, against his chest, thudding loudly as he takes me once again. If he feels the exquisite agony in my surrendering, yielding, shattering completely until there is nothing left but the shaking and the tears and the certainty that it is this that I live for, this gift of self into the hands of one stronger than I, wiser than I. Who supports and guides me as I boomerang between the bliss and despair of a life’s diversity. And I wonder, too-why it is.
I even wonder about him knowing of these things, for they are the things he gave, those places where my soul has found the peace of his strength. It truly is the trust that we share the openness of “us”. And that is why I love when he calls me his “hardware whore” because the things we both have dreamt of, are coming true and it continues and always will continue to amaze me.

I belong to him, with all that he knows I am, all those things that I do not yet understand, but he sees so clearly.
And I didn't need the magnifying glass to see him... I see him perfectly without it.

Fetlife.com and the Kinky Christmas Stockings

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Making plans

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Fetish Friday again!

Yeah!!! We finally got some us time! J3 and I had a fantastic Friday. We were over his house and he asked me "what are you doing this afternoon?" I replied "Whatever you want me to do" He then smiled a huge grin and said "tying your ass up" I was grinning from ear to ear!


We dressed in our latex. He looks so hot when hes in the black rubber and his hair all tousled! I had on one of his rubber tops (that is now mine heheh) and my rubber corset and latex skirt.

We had a fabulous time dressing and taking pics. He then proceeded to put the black zippered hood on me. I couldn't see, but he later told me that he tried to put both gas masks on, but it was too tight with the hood underneath. He chained my wrists to my ankles and had me lay on the bed. he then climbed on top of me with his hand over my mouth and slid his thick cock in my already dripping wet cunt. He thrust himself deep inside me! It was in no time at all I was cumming so hard. He continued to tease and torture me all afternoon!Fucking me, fisting me, licking and sucking me. He had me cumming over and over!It was amazing as always.


Be Well-
Wendy

Better Weeks Ahead

It has been a been a better week! I am still not feeling too good, but better than last week. My chest really hurts and I have been trying not to get to reliant on the pain medications but they sure do help!







My Master has been taking such great care of me. I am most fortunate and grateful to have him and to be his. I am looking forward to the time when he can take me and use me again. I think that will be longer than I anticipate , but will be worth the wait.







We just purchased a new pink hood from eBay it has the pony tail holes that I have wanted to get and I cant wait until he has me wear it for him. I enjoy being his rubber whore and pleasing him.





I was looking through old emails and I found this message from J3 I thought I would share, he is an amazing writer and I wish he would write more!



"Good morning my sweet slave... Do you know how much I love you and want you? Imagines you bound at my feet with your head resting on my chaps...your hands tied behind your back until I free them and allow you to rest your fingers on my thighs. You inhaling the deep smell of the black leather as I run my fingers through your hair, slowly I caress your face, my fingertips running over your collar and down the front of your body. Looking into your eyes and seeing the fire within... and I tell you in low voice, my lips next to yours.... "the flogger, my slut""


And I also found this - it was from our visit to Noir Leather in Royal Oak .





Wendy you are one fantastic, sensual woman. I would spoil you rotten if I had the chance. I wondered if I over did it with the leather and the bondage, but when I saw how at ease you were putting on the cuffs and the sparkle in your eyes when I told you to "look at yourself" when standing in front of the mirror, I knew we did the right thing. Another of those etched in my mind forever moments. Oh... and you should have heard yourself sigh when you saw yourself, or maybe you did hear it. And you looked great in the corset, next time we'll lace it a little tighter.



I did sigh and I felt so spoiled. When we left the store I wore the knee high platform boots that he got for me. I felt so amazing holding his hand as we left the store. me taking baby steps and him smiling from ear to ear.



Shame is no longer is a word I identify...he seized it from me. I needed him to consume me, encase me in his chains,and take me to those edges of addiction. Craving his strength, craving his request, craving his wicked but tender heart.
I now know this is eternity.
I am safe in this reality, no moments to deny me this everlasting moment of certainty. He snickers as my tears scream down the soft leather. Grasping against this punishment, loving it, deserving it, wanting it more ...more. I am saturated in the hunger, the need of him.



Why do I love it when he calls me his "hardware whore"
I wait in the darkness until he brings me into the light and the darkness and he wrings my utter surrender from me even as I gasp and struggle, thinking I have given all that there is to give, He says "My slave. My partner, My love, My slut, My hardware whore" And I am astonished to find there is always more. It is as though his hand reaches inside of me, fist clenching around my core,grasping it tightly, And he tears it from me as I scream and cry and struggle. He holds it up in front of me and opens his hand and then... oh yes, then... I fly free and unfettered on the currents of heat that rise from him to carry me as we soar. I wonder if he will ever know where my heart beats strongest, against his chest, thudding loudly as he takes me once again. If he feels the exquisite agony in my surrendering, yielding, shattering completely until there is nothing left but the shaking and the tears and the certainty that it is this that I live for, this gift of self into the hands of one stronger than I, wiser than I-- Who supports and guides me as I boomerang between the bliss and despair of a life’s diversity. And I wonder, too-why it is. I even wonder about him knowing of these things, for they are the things he gave, those places where my soul has found the peace of his strength. It truly is the trust that we share the openness of “us”. And that is why I love when he calls me his “hardware whore and more” because the things we both have dreamt of, are coming true and it continues and always will continue to amaze me.



I love you Master...forever



Be Well-Wendy

Post -Op and Horny!

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A nap and a beating.

Today I went over to J3's for breakfast. We had coffee and ate and then J3 asked me if I wanted to cuddle or sort stuff (hes trying to get things organized to be with me soon). Of course I said cuddle. Song lyric from deep in sludgeville "Eat a nutritious breakfast and go back to bed."

We laid there face to face talking and caressing one another. I had a cramp in my arm so I turned over and he spooned me. He was rubbing my body softly touching me all over and cupping my breast when he moved his hand down to my pussy and began rubbing my clit. He started with light circles at first, then when I was wiggling up against him he went fast and faster until I was cumming!

Then I turned over and faced him again. He was smiling and so was I. Then he stared running his nails down my back. Softly at first but harder and harder the more I moaned, the harder he scratched. At one point he hit my back. reset... it was actually open hand slaps, first lightly but then building in tempo and intensity. And by the way she was doing her opera diva thing I could tell that she was really getting into it. Another one of those new things you learn moments, I think I enjoyed it more than Wendy did. Fan-tas-tic!!! Oh, and by the way, I was glad that the storm windows are almost air and sound tight. He hasn't ever done this before, but I loved it and I asked him to do it again. HE DID!!! Over and over he kept hitting, beating my back, as I was moaning more, more , more! Yes YES YES! I loved it! Finally he did something he has wanted to! and I enjoyed it more than him I think. Afterwards he held me and even put some lotion on my back. Oh my goodness I want more of this kind of attention. I felt so amazing I cant describe in words and Now I feel sort of rejuvenated. more please!

I know its going to be a great weekend we have plans to go to the West Michigan rope meeting and the terrorist( my daughter) is gone for the whole weekend!!! whooohooo maybe he will tie me up and beat me like he did this afternoon.

I love you Master...thank you for letting me be me....and us be us!

Be Well-
Wendy

Happy Birthday Baby!!!

It's that age old question... What do you get your love for their birthday? I threw out some clues that it was a hat with a veil, knowing of course that she wouldn't believe that at all. Elaborating on how it had fine imported lace and a broad brim, yeah right. She knew it was headwear of some sort because we did some measuring a couple months earlier for an eBay item that we didn't win. Bet she will look great in a veil and hat, but thats for another time and better photographic skills.

The "toy cart" was out of the closet and near the bed when I got upstairs, how thoughtful of her. Happy Birthday kisses and caresses for her and then I placed the white gift bag with the cat drawing on it on the dresser. I made it a point to not hand it to her right away. More kisses and a few pinches followed while she was looking over at the bag with its black tissue paper fluffed out of the top. "Sit down on the bed, your legs over the edge."

After some guidance to where things were in the carts drawers I picked the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and put them on her. "Too tight?" "No, thats good" as we turned them on her wrists and ankles to make sure that they were just tight enough but not going to cause problems.

She kept looking over at the gift sack and I walked over, got it and handed it to her. I watched her expression closely as she reached past the tissue paper and touched the rubber. She gave a combination look of "Oh My God!" and "Hell yes!" as she lifted it out of the sack. "It's so soft..." as she slowly turned it around in her hands and looked at the details of the hood. While she was checking out the details I went back to the cart and got out some chains and snaps. (Great job on organizing the cart baby). "Look at that gag!!!" I reached over, closed the valve on the pump ball and gave it a couple slow squeezes. And in a derivation of the advertisement, "Watching her expression while the penis gag got bigger... Priceless."

I clipped the chains to the wrist cuffs and then attached them to the ankle cuffs. "Lay back on the bed.... how does that feel?" She was on her back with her knees up and feet on the bed pulled up enough to be semi-comfortable when the chains were tawt. Just enough slack so she would be able to move but still knowing that she was restrained for our pleasure. It was also obvious that she was getting into her mind shift mode. Little tip offs... her breathing got slower and deeper, her voice dropped about one half an octave, and her eyes gave me the gaze of fire within.

"Sit up." I went behind her but first kissed her slowly on the lips while I took the hood out of her hands. "You OK?" She answered with a slow "Yesss." Another tip off. Holding open the back of the hood I positioned it over her face while she fine tuned the locating of the gag between her lips. When she stopped moving her head I asked again if things were OK. What an exciting sound, that muffled "uhh huhh." We both worked together to start getting the hood pulled back and zipped. While the zip has a hair protector, my slut has a lot of hair and it is as thick as rope. Part of the fun was zipping the hood closed, an inch or two at a time and then pulling and smoothing the latex over her head. She didn't say much during the zipping but when I ran my fingers over her smooth latex covered head she pushed back against them and gave a long "Mmmmmmmmm."

The zip was finally closed and placing my hand on her head, I got up and went around to take a look. My beautiful slut had been transformed into my faceless toy. My object. A sight of glossy black tightness from the neck up. I should mention that she could see out of the large black lenses but I could not see in. And although she could make sounds, the gag, yet to be pumped up, made speech impossible. Another thing that would make speech difficult to understand even without the gag is the rebreather bag. It creates an effect that seems (at least to me) to not only amplify the sounds of her breathing but also how she is doing in the hood and in the playtime in general.

I was somewhat busy Monday and was unable to do the "take pics for the blog" thing. Considering the way she, and I, reacted to the hood experience I would expect a replay very soon and with camera in hand. In the mean time here is one of the hood. You can find this hood and others from this artisan on eBay. Very fine piece of work. Highly recommended. Check out his feedback score.

I'll let Wendy take over and write some things about what she thought of the day. Maybe she will even explain her incomprehensible phrase that turned out to be...

"Take the comforter off the bed!!!"

What a Birthday it was!!
Many rubber fetishists are mad about breath reduction in some way, and I am no exception! I love when J3 controls my breathing. – I love when he makes breathing more difficult by masks or his hands. To my surprise he bought us a latex gas mask for my birthday present. Not a hat with a veil like he had been teasing me about.I sort of knew it wasn't a hat lol. He arrived with a cute little black and white bag in his hand exclaiming "Happy Birthday Baby" It was so adorable,with a kitty on the bag with black tissue paper popping out.

I could only imagine what was inside! He set it on the dresser and went to the toy chest and asked which drawer the wrist cuffs were in. I told him that the three drawers were organized from top to bottom. He smiled and told me to sit on the bed. He handed me the bag as he continued to sort though the toys and cuffs. I slowly removed all of the soft black tissue paper. When I saw the smooth shiny latex I sighed. It was the latex gas mask hood we had been out bid on when we were on e-bay bidding. I smoothed my hands over it. It was the softest latex Ive ever felt, I thought to myself "how wonderful it is going to feel and how much I would love to be covered completely in this substance"....but that is saved for later next year. There was also a small bag of rope inside the bag! hmmm he must have plans to tie me up!! hooray!

I smiled as I looked inside the hood, an inflatable penis type gag! J3 handed me the instructions. "Instructions?" I thought to myself "wow...how hard can it be." It just explained that when the air tube was closed the re -breather bag would kick in. COOL! What a fantastic present! Something we both had wanted for a long time now.

He returned to the toy cart retrieving the ankle and wrist cuffs. I was still sitting on the bed as he climbed up on our bed and began putting the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Also asking "is that ok" or"too tight" I was beaming, smiling from ear to ear! Of course my answers were yes and no they are not too tight because he knows how to perfectly put them on me.

He then clicked a link between my ankles and wrists so they were chained together, and I could move but still felt bound. I guess the rope was for another time. He laid me back told me to spread my legs, I did as I sighed knowing he was going to torture me until I got to he edge. The good kind of torture, He then began kissing and caressing me asking "You want to put it on?" "Yesss" I said. We had tried it on for a minute but my hair was to bulky so I had him take a stocking that i cut the foot out of too smooth over my head. That worked , but even better still was a latex hood we had from www.twistmyrubberarm.com arm and that was perfect.

I pulled my hair back and eased into the latex hood, but it was too big so I asked him to cut the face away. He did and was much easier for him to zip me into the gas mask this way. I pushed the gag in my mouth as he slid the mask over my head. I rubbed my hands over my head and felt the smooth latex. I was drooling!It felt wonderful! I felt so sexy, like his slut...his whore.

I loved the way it felt and how encased I was. The lenses were a sun glass color that I could see out of, but black on the outside so J3 couldn't see my eyes and I could for a few moments , see my lovers smile. But my breaths quickly fogged the lenses and all I could make out were shadows.
I felt the gag expand in my mouth he was pumping it up then releasing it, teasing and toying with his slut. I felt him push me back as his fingers began exploring my pussy. I was wet already, and I felt a smack on my hot cunt then his lips pressed against me. His tongue darting around my clit, tickling me into bucking my hips against his touches. He sucked my lips and clit hard and harder still. I could have came at that moment! I held back for him.

He continued to slap and suck alternating from his mouth to his hand. I felt small smacks on my tits and tugs at my nipples, I was in heaven. I love when he teases my nipples and smacks them so hard that for a moment I think its too hard and then the slow tugging with his mouth reminds me that I love it so.

At one point he said all he was doing was licking my nipples softly, but after he had smacked my pussy so hard it was just enough to send me over the edge. I was freaking, I think I pulled the re breather gag off trying to get out of the hood. The fresh air was so wonderful. I had wanted to feel this way for so long. He had wanted to take me to this place for so long. And here we were, enjoying all of the sensations the new mask had brought.This was one of the best birthdays I could have imagined. He knows me...he knows my body and my mind. He captivates my soul. He knew I would love the new hood and I certainly did!

So after we laid there and talked a while I asked him to put it back on. This time his teasing had me on the edge peering over. I wanted to cum so badly. But I remembered that we hadn't pulled the comforter back and I usually gush when he lets me cum so I was asking him to take the comforter down off the bed. I didn't want to get it wet. Its my favorite heavy comforter and the nights have been getting colder so I wanted to take it off the bed.

He couldn't understand me through the gag. So I stopped. Looked at him and pointed to the comforter and then the floor. He knew what I meant and we removed it from the bed. Both of us giggling because he couldn't understand my voice, but he new exactly what I meant when I pointed.
He then continued his dance, his tongue all over my nipples as his hand assaulted my cunt. I was so ready to cum and when he said "Cum for me my whore" I exploded into and orgasm that seemed to trail on forever.

My body trembling and my moans escaping the hood. he slowly removed the hood and my moans continued sing to into his mouth that now covered mine. I think his good loving wore me out because I collapsed into his arms thanking him for the present and I just kept saying "more please"..which is what I wanted, but he knows me so well he knew that after having the hood on and off three times and cumming over and over that I couldn't take anymore at that point. So he just held me stroking my hair until I came down. I was happily spent feeling so loved and adored.
His crooked smile made my heart melt. I was so pleased as was he, to have enjoyed using his slut making her into his rubber object. He knew I just needed to be held, which is what he did for most of the afternoon.

Thank you Master for such a wonderful Birthday!
I love you more than words will ever say.



Thanks for letting me share my birthday tale with you all.

Be Well-Wendy

My Lover....

My lover is so evil.

If you've ever read our blog, you know we love to take naps. Our naps are fantastic when we sleep, but even more terrific when we play!

It was just a lazy sort of feeling day. So J3 asked" Do you want to take a nap and cuddle?" and of course I said "Yes!" So we climbed into the bed and got comfortable. I love lying face to face with him our legs intertwined. I truly love in falling asleep in his arms. I love it even more when he awakens me with his lips softly pressing on my cheek, moving to my mouth and slowly sliding his tongue over my lips.

He loves to tease me so! I was just awaking from our nap when I felt his fingers sliding through my hair as they slowly tightened and pulled. I sighed. His mouth moved down towards my naked tits and he licked and began to suck. I could only watch as he latched onto my hardened nipple. Oh how I enjoy when he plays with my breasts, I could cum just from his suckling.

His words whispered in a questioning voice “My slut, my whore, my bitch, my fuck toy, my puppy, my slave? I repeated the words and yes to each one. If you are a speed reader, slow your tempo down as I do when I call her those wonderful names.

My slit was soaking and I opened my legs wide; his hand dived towards my slit only to tease with small flutters of his fingers. I thrust towards them wanting to feel them deep inside me, but he only tormented me with his teasing, not following my begging hips.

He began placing his hand over my mouth asking “Like this?” as he covered my lips and held his hand firmly as to prevent me from taking breaths. I struggled shaking my head back and forth saying “No” as he continued to hold his hand over my mouth. I love when he controls my breathing. He held his hand over my mouth, but my nose was not covered and he said "Oh look at you! You can breathe ...breathe!" I struggled to take small sips of air through my nose. and I could , but I still enjoyed him holding me in his grasp, taking me and using me for his enjoyment. I know how much he loves seeing me struggle under his control.

He slid his hand down to my neck and slowly began to squeeze, again controlling my breath. Not too hard, but enough to allow me to struggle and beg him with my eyes to stop. He didn’t. Not until he thought it was enough. Small slaps to my face as he said “You’re mine” “My bitch” “My Whore”.

I felt his hand slide back towards my cunt, my hips still thrusting towards him. I wanted him to tease my clit and feel his fingers grabbing my pussy lips and pulling….hard and even harder still dipping into my honey and spreading my cunt juice on my clit.

He only teased and twirled his fingers lightly bringing me closer and closer to cumming, he didn’t allow me to get there yet. And he didn't touch my cunt hole as I wanted him to.

I felt his hand slide down to his cock, I could feel him stroking himself as I watched him bring his fingers to his mouth taking some spit, and then stroking himself again. His hand moved up to my face and he rubbed his spit and pre-cum all over my face. My tongue darting out to taste. He forced his hand into my mouth as I hungrily sucked his fingers. Forcing his hand into my mouth deeper still asking "Like this?" All I could do is moan beneath his hand that was almost all the way in my mouth. He forced it deeper still almost choking me and I loved it. My pussy tingling, hips rocking back and forth on his knee. I wanted so badly to feel his mouth on my cunt. But he only toyed with my clit. Teasing and tugging my wetness and then reaching up to smack my tits. Alternating, teasing my cunt and smacking my face then biting and tugging on my nipples.It was torture, I wanted to cum so badly!

Moving sideways so I could reach his cock I began to pleasure him with my hand, teasing the heated shaft from its hiding place. I licked my lips as my fingers pulled his cock back and forth; I bent my head down towards his dick and licked, sucking on his shaft. I was rewarded with a spurt of juice on my tongue.

He continued to twist and tug at my pussy, slapping it lightly and then harder and then lightly. It drives me crazy when he slaps his cunt like that! I was getting closer and closer to cumming as he smacked my face again. Pulling my hair back as I moaned into his mouth which totally covered mine.

He pulled back and asked "Show you off? Show everyone what a wonderful slut I have? What a perfect whore I own?" I nooded my head...as I whispered "yes"

This is pretty hard for me to admit, but I know I would feel so swollen with pride to have him show me off as his. However, its taking me along time to say yes because of the poor self esteem issues that I have, but now I am getting used to the idea because I know he wants to do this and it would please him. I also am beginning to realize I am beautiful, beautiful to him....and for me thats all that matters.

Thats one hell of a paragraph. Lets dissect it just a bit and see whats going on. It must be that just as I want to show you off and be pleased by you as my whore, bitch, puppy, rubber slut, paintoy, etc... you have to be as pleased and happy in showing your self as much as I will be to show you. Its a balance thing. We will do this when we both want to. Only then will we both be pleased, proud... and humble. We have time... I still have to order the pedestal for you. You wanted the Doric style, correct? Oh!!! and by the way, you are one beautiful woman Wendy.

Exit stage left...I have to run for now...Life is calling. I will write more when I get some free time

Be Well-wendy

"Our Fetish Life"

Just a small note...We wanted to have a way our readers could separate who is writing so we are going to try a color code. This is the color J3 will use and this is Wendy's color. We both wanted a shiny black color but it was tough to read against a dark background. Wonder if there is a font called Leather, or Rubber. Let us know if it's working please.

Welcome fellow voyagers. Time for an installment of "Our Fetish Life", which sounds much clearer than "Our Alternate Life." The difference between the two titles is a little murky but let us take a moment to try to explain what I mean. We try to look at our lives as a piece of cloth. Our Fetish Life is so deeply woven into our regular life that to try to separate the two would leave both frayed and torn, just rags. Been there, done that. That's the reason we both took the risk. We knew we were different and maybe there was an iota of a chance that someone else on this planet would welcome us and accept us and love us, without having to suppress who we actually are. We both started looking at the same time and our trajectories crossed. And now we are one. We took a long time to get to this point. The battles are over now. We both realize and accept that this is a major part of who we are. We are happy in being together and being able to be just us. In the past we have tried to push our interests and desires down, to be more conventional, more "normal." Someone with a great way with words once said "Normal is a setting on a washing machine." What we share is not for everybody. There's nothing "right" or "wrong" with you whether you are interested in it or not. The power of submission touches me deeply and we are amazed how powerful these "different" feelings are incorporated into our lives now.

One of the things we often say to each other when encountering someone or group with interests not quite to our tastes is "Everyones Different." And that includes us. And when we say that, we are smiling huge Cheshire cat smiles. Why wouldn't it be true? That said, here is a small unranked list (and it isn't all inclusive) of things that we enjoy.


Rubber/Latex: We both enjoy the sight, the feel, the smell, the sound, and hell. . . even the taste sometimes. (Easy on the powder please.) I generally don't dig women, but how can you not admire the female form clad in tight, shiny latex? (Maybe I have a bi curious side, but we've yet to explore it.) It also must be said that I LOVE seeing J3 in his rubber! Just the sight of him has my cunt twitching and my mouth salivating! Nothing hugs and encloses you like rubber. . . enveloping your every nook and cranny. The smell turns us on. . .and so does the sound. . you can hear it "snap" as you move. Is it just us or does it make sex and play a bit more exciting? Of course it makes our sex and play more exciting, and not just a bit. She looks great in rubber! And, it is as if she develops an almost instant mind shift when wearing it. I love watching her move! And running my hands over her. And... you get the idea. Here's an aside... I know, but do you, know how rare she is? And how fortunate I am? Ear to ear smile.


Leather: Specifically we love the look of leather. We also love the smell and sensations. Leather restraints are so soft and yet at the same time can be so harsh. Leather is a material which can evoke a raw sensuality, it can encase my body and still be a sensuous enhancement. Leather implements such as a crop or flogger can deliver kisses as of butterflies, or tiny bee stings, flying over my body, building in power until he delivers white hot searing lines of pain. What are you talking about baby? You in your chaps and corset? You wearing the cuffs on your ankles and wrists? The collars? The hoods? The boots? How about all of it. We love it all. And I doubt if there is anybody that loves leather and wearing it more than we do.


Hardware: buckles, D-rings, chains, clamps and the like! We love the shininess! Oh my, Oh my. I love the sturdiness and the possibility of their severity. Did I mention that the sound of chains and buckles immediately gets her attention? yes the sounds are incredible!! Also, I love when he refers to me as his "hardware whore," makes me feel so extraordinarily special! Especially when blindfolded. (There's)Nothing like slowly drawing the chains over her thighs. We are sitting here laughing about trying to edit this so it reads well. Wendy is AKA Miss PropaDiction. Ok..Miss Propa-Diction my ass! A blogger must be a writer and an editor if he wants to attract and keep readers. A well-written blog indicates respect both for the medium and for the reader. Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar are not merely the tools by which anal-retentive freaks like me get their kicks; they give words meaning, clarity, and, if you're lucky, beauty. However, let me apologize in advance for future misspellings and punctuation, no one is perfect, andI have,and never will claim to be.

Bondage: Rendering me a victim, helpless and immobile appeals to J3's sadistic side, and I love being bound, under his control . .so naturally, we are quite fond of bondage. This also allows me to travel to the edge, My partner by my side as I travel to, through, and return from subspace. We both LOVE many forms of Bondage! Tighter please! We have just begun experimenting with rope and after a visit to the West Michigan Rope meeting this past weekend we both want more! (Thank you Greg and Jen) I have a sadistic side? Not a chance... experts agree... I am Mr Nice Guy. Oh sure maybe in your everyday world people think that, but I would have to beg to differ when it comes to "our" world. Pop quiz for Wendy... when you are in the sleep sack what is the most used statement/question by me? Hmmmmm... That would have to be "Are you ok?" Are you sure you are ok?" "Or is it, "Is that too tight my slut?" "tighter?" Ummm... how rare is she? The last few times in the sleepsack she not only wanted it tighter, but when I thought that was about long enough and released her she didn't want it to end. Actually I was hoping this last time that I could have remained in longer. Time seems to fly by and I wanted more! More Please! Is this what we refer to as peeling back layers? I wanted more and he thought an hour was too long. Besides the becoming parched and having such a dry mouth (which was remedied by him feeding me small sips of water mouth to mouth *dreamy smiles*) I would have loved to spend the whole afternoon in the sleepsack. Maybe this is where he needs to not be such a "Mr Nice Guy" and start pushing further without reservation. hint! hint!

Tease and Denial: This one comes pretty naturally to us. It really gets my juices flowing when J3 allows me get to the "edge". . . .then stops me. How well behaved I can become *s. . .and when he finally lets me release. . .EXPLOSIONS!! I have to admit I love to tease her. I cannot explain why I enjoy keeping her balanced on the edge, no relief in slowing the teasing and no relief in denying her wanting to fly over the edge. To hear her beg for release, to plead for the ultimate pleasure.... ahhh, music to my ears. Bravo! Encore!

Breath Play: This is definitely not for the faint of heart, but I have a real soft spot for allowing J3 to put my life into his hands. . . literally and figuratively. I also from time to time enjoy controlling J3's breathing when my sadistic side can rear its pretty little head when I am stealing his breath away.Allowing him to experience the control that he has over me and the freedom to just let go. Ultimate Trust! Ultimate Care. Never have I experienced such absolute care as when she is controlling my breaths.

Puppy/Pony Play:Nothing like a cute cuddly pet! I loves being able to be treated like an animal I love it when J3 allows it.And vice versa! What ever happened to the pic of you biting on the rubber horse bit? (I believe this is the picture you are speaking about!( Click here) Fantastic imagery, another mind shift moment for both of us. My own little leather pony. Also great watching her drool. Another item for the dreams file... those leather pony boots.

Golden Showers: Intimate. Taboo. Humiliating. Degrading. We LOVE it. He loves to see me blush and this does it for sure! The ultimate in humiliating her. A wonderful nastiness that we share.

Attending Events: We absolutely love meeting people ! Lot's of eye candy. . .fellowship with other kinksters. . .what is not to love? Not to mention the fact that we get to dress up.He loves showing me off and I love being his. The feelings of pride that he wants to show me off as his slut are unexplainable! Wonderful! And I am most fortunate to have such a pervy, sexy partner to show off as mine. We are looking forward to attending more events and meeting more people. I love showing off Wendy as my slut, my whore, my love. I even love rubbing her feet after she has worn the platform boots for more than half the day. My joy in seeing her being fetishly fashionable.

Boots/Heels: I love to wear them!!! I feel sexy and sensuous when I have them on.And I am getting to be quite the acrobat maneuvering in the platforms!tiny steps! I love seeing her tiptoe or even made to crawl when the extreme height of the heels (or maybe its the ankle chains) do not permit walking. Crawl over to me baby. Oh yes! I think that he looks sexy as can be when he is wearing the shiny thigh high boots! What great legs you have! Lick lick!!


Electro Play: We've got a TENS unit and although we haven't explored much with it, J3 likes to tease me with the pictures he paints. We need more practice with this thing. Would love to make her dance uncontrollably, begging for less amps. To bad I was sleeping in Physics 231 when Ohms Law was discussed. But I have the medical knowledge so get a new 9 volt battery already!!!

Sensory Deprivation: Just another tool in our box! I love the feelings of being weak, defenseless, and helpless. Short periods of sensory deprivation can be relaxing. I love our hoods! We have a few, my favorite is our padded extreme hood we got from Leather Creations. It is extremely tight when properly laced on. But sometimes I freak too much and have to beg him to take it off please! We have a couple new latex hoods as well! And I really enjoy the feel of them. They are so soft and when under his control can have me floating in Wendaspace in no time! I also just love a simple blindfold which can make his next move so unexpected! We recently got J3 his very own sleep sack, and although he has only been in it one time, I did enjoy seeing the expressions on his face when I asked "tighter" while I was lacing and zipping him in. It was an awesome feeling to tease and torment him while he was bound in this way! And I hope that he asks to be bound again soon. hehehehe (evil grins). I am surprised that she didn't mention the mitts too. When I am zipping and lacing her into the sleep sack I seem to have to tell her everything twice... she is that into getting into it and getting to Wendaspace. When completely zipped and laced in (tightly) she has the most calm look that I think I have ever seen on anyone. What is it about being confined in 12 pounds of black leather that takes her to that so private place? For that matter, what is it about seeing her completely immobile that makes me want to run my hands over every inch of her leather covered body. Yummmm!!


Gas masks/Hoods: Goes hand in hand with our rubber fetish and breath play. We think they are *super* sexy.Gasmasks, gags, the padded hood. These are things that easily fall into the extreme category. And while we both love the idea of the ultimate level of control, it is also the one that requires the most care. We recently purchased two masks/hoods from CeresMoon Latex and we plan on at least a couple more. Especially more with open eyes. I love to watch her eyes while I torment her.


Corsets: The tighter the better. I love wearing them! I feel beautiful and sensual when I have my leather corset on. I also LOVE the look in J3's eyes when he looks at me and asks"Need some help lacing?" A knee to neck leather training corset would be great. Now put your shoes on and lets go get a Kava's Little Helper. Remind me to put this in the our dreams file.


There are so many more areas that we want to explore, and hopefully we can share with you as we adventure into the depths of our souls, the love, respect, and joy we share with one another.

And thanks for reading...J3 & Wendy