The Friday List

just a quick note to our readers: Thank you for your patience, and to those that wrote, thank you for your concern. I am sure many of you have experienced the same types of problems that we had recently. Dealing with them just overwhelmed our kinky plans, and often our everyday vanilla ones. Have to take care of family first, that's just the way Wendy and I are set up. We hope that calmer times are ahead and we are looking forward to being more pervy more often.

"We now return to our regularly scheduled program already in progress."


The Friday List

So we are sitting there eating lunch before I had to go to work and I ask "So what are you doing tonight?" The way I said it I stretched out the word "so" that it lasted about 3 times as long as it should have. The way she said "What do you have planned?" and the way she looked at me told me that she already knew the answer to her question, what a dirty girl. "Well I was thinking have you dress as my slut, chain you to the chair, and torment you." While I was teasing her with my words I could tell from her widening smile that we were both on the same wavelength. "I want to be your slut tonight, I'll be anything you want." What a great lunch, although I can't remember what we ate.
I truly believe that he enjoys teasing me.And I know when he asks, "So what are you doing tonight, that he has "us" time planned. It is always a question that is sure to make me smile!

I love dressing for pleasure, and its been such a long since we have been able to dress up and play that I was just giddy from the idea.

What to have her wear? We could do the back and forth which usually ends with me saying "You know what I like." And without a doubt she does know what I like. So what should I have my slut wear? I got it, need to make a list. Uh-oh... running late. Just write down the essentials. I walked into the living room and said"I made a list of what I want you to wear." She smiled and said "OKkkkk... Where is it?" I kissed her, told her I loved her and headed for the door without answering her question. "Where's the list?" "You'll find it." I was smiling huge as I headed off to work, hope its a short night. By the way, I tucked the list into her pack of smokes.

I looked in all my emails. Nothing. I searched the computer, still nothing. Now he has me so curious... Should I wait for the call he said he would give me, or call him and tell him I couldn't wait. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Let me have a smoke while I contemplate what to do.
Oh my...he has left the list in a place where I am sure to find it. The cigarettes.
Should be easy enough, I love spending the time getting ready for him. I hope he enjoys my efforts. I am not sure enjoys is the best word but I sure as hell love seeing her dressed as my slut when I get home and saying "Wow! You look great!" YES ENJOYS IS THE RIGHT WORD!

Lists! Thank Goodness he gave me one this time! Usually he says "you know what I like" or "you know what we like." And I like to think that I do know, but its so much easier to dress when he suggests what he would like to see me dressed in. Otherwise it takes me hours just to decide what to wear.

It's not that we have a huge wardrobe, I just never know what he would really pick because he always lets me choose. And I want to blow his socks off when he walks in the door and sees me. A perfect slut...his perfect whore.

Ok...I know what I am wearing, but the make-up is another story. Before we moved in together I used to spend hours preparing for him when we would plan "us time." I always wanted to be prefect, the woman of his dreams. To have him look at me and say "Yeaaas! That's exactly how I wanted you dressed."

So after about an hour of arranging our "toy chest/wardrobe" I placed all the items from the list on the bed.
On to the rest of the list...
#1 make up.
I love the way heavy /dramatic makeup looks in pictures because it shows up so much more. But sometimes it looks like too much to me. I need someone to teach me the art of applying whore makeup! (I don't think that you can find someone to do extreme makeup by looking in the yellow pages or Google. But someone we have talked with has offered to do your makeup. In the mean time you look great with you solo attempts.) So I took my time. Applied the false lashes and began thinking about what colors would look good with the black and blue wig. Its my favorite wig and the most comfortable. I love all of the wigs I have. But I think I look best in this one. It has blue highlights in it. Also I know that J'3 digs it.


So I carefully lined my eyes...applying the liner in just the right places. Dark purple eyeshadow that ended up looking like a blue hue to me. I was using black lipstick, but it always seems to bleed and smudge. Ahhh-Hahhhh! I know! black eyeliner pencil. It worked so well! And i didn't have to worry about it coming off, or smudging.
I thought it looked pretty good! After we were done playing, not so much though. (Actually it still looked great. Were you expecting it to still be perfect?) My hair color is a reddish auburn now and the blue make-up definitely doesn't go with the auburn hair.

My makeup application started around 6-ish. I think J'3 was home by 9:30. So just over 2.5 hrs this time for the make-up not including the final touches before he arrived such as the wig and one last application of midnight black lipstick(eyeliner).. not too bad!

After I had the basics of my makeup on I started dressing. Rubber top!
Oh how I love rubber! I love the feel, the smell, and I LOVE the way it looks!
Black and shiny, we both dig it.
We have two rubber tops in the same style, mine and his. While trying to put mine on it ripped. Scratch that one I will have to use J'3 rubber top.(check) It's one size smaller but it should fit, I hope.





I found it in our closet and surprisingly, it fit....albeit tight, but it fit. I put on the inflatable rubber bra first, as my breasts don't look so good all smashed into that top.
And I wanted to look hot for him,not a sagging and deflated pancake look. (Wenderoo... you look great. Please rethink the description you wrote. And I don't like my tummy and the rocky raccoon eyes and some other things but you love me just the same. We are not models, we are just us. And this is the history and blog of two loving pervs. I dunno... maybe leave it in but your perfect.)
Its what I wanted to say...and how I feel...so I am leaving it!I know we are not models and nobody is perfect. That doesn't mean that I cant attempt at being perfect for you



Next the crotchless fishnet stockings. check.....I only have one rubber skirt(check) that fits me now, and it ended up also being ripping by the time the evening was over. But it served its purpose well. (There is a reason things get ripped, torn, scratched, punctured shredded, abused and in some cases destroyed. And we all know what they are. Sitting here smiling.)


My favorite boots! I really got an amazing deal on these boots. And while I really do love all of my boots, surprisingly enough these are the most comfortable and look so freaking hot! Just one of her great choices in pervy clothes. I don't recall if she showed these to me before she ordered them, but I do remember my reaction when I saw them on her the first time. And also thinking "She's going to have a hard time wearing and walking in them." Wrong... she bopped all around San Francisco in them.

I always save the corset,cuffs,collar and gloves for for last, because its hard to bend over in the corset. And once the cuffs and gloves are on....there is no way I can do much with my fingers...such as lacing boots or putting on lip liner.

Almost ready....J3 just called and said about 45 minutes he would be leaving. That gives me a good hour an a half to be totally ready for him. So that when he walks in the door, his jaw will drop and he will get that look in his eyes of lust that I so adore seeing. I think I also said that I would call when I am on the way home, about a 30 minute drive. But being in a hurry to get home I didn't. Sighs... Mistake. Not a big one but still...

I get home and walking through the house I hear "Babe you said you were going to call when you were coming home." Well I was but, you know, umm... She was sitting there at the computer, she stood up, and looked absolutely edible.
I am almost tongue tied when I look at her and about all I can say is "Wow!! You look GREAT!" Her makeup was perfectly slutty, everything she had on was tight and black, and when she wears the boots it makes her a couple inches taller than me. When I put my arms around her and pulled her towards me it was tough not to kiss her deeply. The lipstick looked great on her and I didn't want to goof it up before we at least took a few pics. She had that look in her eyes and was driving me crazy, a short drive. I know how easily the makeup gets smeared. but I also knew there would be plenty of time to mess up the make up later.







I ran my hands over her rubber covered ass and felt the pattern of the fishnets pantyhose underneath. I don't think she has wore fishnets before, (You must not pay as close attention to details as I thought. I have worn them on several occasion, the first time was over 8 years ago now, so I really wouldn't expect you to remember.) but will definitely put them on the list of goodies to be worn again. "You said you were going to call when you're on the way. I need to finish getting dressed." Finished? Oh the cuffs and gloves. "Well I'm going to jump into the shower and you can finish." As she walked into the bedroom the sounds of the chains on her boots made me smile huge and just watching her walk with that purposely slutty stride made me almost forget what I was going to do. Yeah, that's it, take a shower.



He was supposed to call. So I could be totally ready for him. He surprised me when he crept (crept?) in the door. OK is crept a word? yes it is....but it isn't the word I should use. OK...so he quietly came into the house, so much that I didn't know he was here until he got into the dining area.

I still had to put the cuffs and gloves on. So while he is in the shower I finished that. A few looks around the room to be sure we h ad everything from the list. And I was ready. More than ready.. I wanted him to take me an d use me. And I got exactly what I asked for.

I can always tell when he is pleased because he gets this look in his eyes that could melt ice. And he looks at me and smiles. His eyes are on fire. I did good I thought to myself. With the exception that I had to buckle the wrist cuffs on because while the gloves look great they are definitely not designed for small tasks like the buckles of cuffs.


We ventured into our bedroom and he grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. Now, when I have those boots in I am about 5 inches taller than Jim. And when he pulls me closer his cock rests right at the level of my cunt. He was rock hard and I did that to him. It made me smile.

I know he loves to "show me off" So I had been

taking a few photo's as I was getting ready.

He told me to sit on the bed and then he grabbed the camera and started snapping photo's.

After few of me sitting on the bed, he had me lay down on the bed.A couple more pictures there. And We eventually moved into the computer room.

I believe he truly loves to "show" me off, and because I am so proud to be his. And amazed still to this day that he even contacted me, these are some of the reasons I don't mind saying yes when he asks the question"Show you off as my whore?".
Usually I say no, sometimes I do say yes. But I never thought he was serious.

So he said stand next to the wall.And after a few more pictures he was reaching for the black computer chair, and the he said "No, not that one" as he pulled the green and chrome chair towards me, motioning for me to sit in it.
I sat and he turned around to walk towards the bedroom. I hear he rustling in the closet and the faint clinking of chains.
When he returned to me, he smiled and asked"Chain you?" I smiled and shook my head yes.
SNAP! another picture.

Back to the bedroom he retrieves something else, Ball Gags. "I have one in each hand" he says with a smile "Pick" "Do you want the one in my left"....thunk, one falls to the floor and it sounded heavy, SO I figured that was the BIG ball-gag and I say "left hand." Lucky! It was the small black one. But to my surprise, the one in his right hand was the HUGE red ball gag. I ope my mouth as he slips the small black ball just past my lips. But he doesn't buckle it close. He just lets he hang there in my mouth. SNAP! and another picture.

Then he pulled the straps around my head and buckled it closed. "to tight?" he asks me. "no" I mumble. "Tighter?" he then asks.
I smile through the gag, "no" I say with a sort of plead in my voice.
He knelt down between my legs, and snapped a few more pictures.
And began teasing my cunt. It felt so wonderful! And he asks "is this what you like?" I shake my head yes.
He then started taking a video, asking if I liked being his whore, and why I liked the chains. "do you like me showing you off?" he asks. I shake my head no. "why?" he says. "I don't know" is my reply. I can tell by his expression that he doesn't like my answer.

He slides me over towards the computer. And I breathe a heavy sigh. "Should I show you off?" he says. I look with pleading eyes, and shake my head yes.

"To StillttoStomper? "He asks. Again I just shake my head yes. IN my mind I am thinking, hoping shes not online. She is a woman he met online. From Fetlife I think.
Or maybe it was collarme .com. Anyway,I know he speaks to her occasionally and she seems like a great lady from hearing his high praises of her.She is someone we both want to meet someday. We have recently added her website to our must read blog list, or you can like to her site here --------->>>>THE STILETTO-BOSS Please go check it out.

I can't wait to meet this woman! She seems pretty down to earth like we are. And I am pretty sure she's almost as pervey as we are!

But not right now. Not right this very minute , Not while I am chained and gagged. Not as my first introduction to her.
Oh goodness, It is going to be on the web cam!
I know from reading her Fetlife profile that she is Domme. But some of her pictures are pretty intense. Lord knows what she may have him do to me on this web cam. She might be evil.More evil then he is.

He says"log into messenger" So I slowly type with my rubber covered fingers and log in.
She's not on!! thank you! thank you! For not being on!
I didn't want our first introduction to be on the web cam. and I really didn't know what to expect. So I was relieved that she wasn't on.

He chuckles..."You are lucky she wasn't on" Do you want to go the the bedroom?" he asks me.
I shake my head yes. And he bends down to unchain me from my bonds to the chair.
Motioning me towards our bed room.
The chains on my feet make me a little wobbly and its so much harder to walk with them on, as I feel sort of unbalanced.

Off to the bedroom I slowly walk and he grabs me and kisses me deeply,"lay on the bed" he says.

I hop onto the bed and he climbs up behind me.
Kissing me again. Asking"Are you my slut?" I shake my head yes, almost in a whisper through the gag I say yes. "say it louder" speaking to me in a stern voice. "I am your slut" I say a little louder this time. Making the extra effort it takes to push the words past the gag in my mouth.

"Should I leave the gag on you?" he says in a questioning voice. I am sure it doesn't matter what my reply is , he will do what he wishes to do tonight.


" I am your bitch" I smile. The gag not too tight, its perfect. He leaves it on.

He starts to tease my cunt again. rubbing my clit slowly. My hips grind towards him as if they are begging for more.

He moves between my legs, his tongue darting all over my clit. It feels fantastic. He really knows how to get me going. I want so badly to feel him deep inside me and I am sure he can tell by my moans that I would love to cum for him. But I secretly want to wait until his cock is deep inside my tunnel. He makes me wait this time.He's going to have me sing for him. to cum while he fists me. His fingers teasing my cunt lips, his tongue dancing on my clit. I am so wet. I feel the coldness of lube spreading across my hot wet pussy and his fingers press in and out of my hole. @ then 3 then 4. I love being fisted! Its such an intense feeling when I cum while he is fisting me.
If you want it, take it. I feel a little more pressure from his palm.
His whole hand slides in as I press my cunt towards his hand. He moves his hand shaking it back and forth all the while telling me "oh yeah! look at you! my whore!" "come on, cum for Daddy" he says. "you can do it" "oh yeas! look at you" my little whore" he tells me and I push my cunt down harder onto his hand clenching his hand with the muscles inside me.
YES!!!! it feels so freaking good. He continues to tell me "yes, that's it! Sing for Daddy" "come on, you can do it" My eyes are closed and I am concentrating on the fullness of his hand. squeezing harder and harder still. I feel it building and building. And I am cumming so hard, it feels so awesome. I am singing , moaning and cumming. And I don't want him to stop! After he lets me calm down a bit...I feel myself relaxing. Almost a heavy sigh from my whole body. And he gently pulls his had out from inside me.
Moving his fingers towards my face. I know what he wants me to do ...And I almost instinctively start licking and sucking his fingers. Tasting myself on them.
MMMMMmmmmm I love licking my sweetness from his fingers. As I eagerly suck them into my mouth, cleaning his hand he is caressing my face and hair and Says in an asking, but stern kind of way"Do you want to be fucked?" "OH YES" I exclaim. he knows how much I love being told hes going to fuck me. To take me and just use me for HIS pleasure.

He moves over top of me, adjusting himself between my legs and I look up at him. The grin on his face is so evil. So amazingly sexy I could have came again just from looking at him.
He slides himself just inside me and I thrust myself towards him. My hips moving in an uprising motion. I begin grinding my self on his cock. "yes! that's it! this is what you like" he says. Uh-huh I manage to mumble. Continuing to buck and grind against his cock.
He starts pushing towards my thrusts and reaches down to tease my clit as he continues to give me what I asked for. A fantastic fucking!
And I am clenching his cock with my muscles now. YEAH!!! Cumming hard, and my breaths are heavy through the gag. I am telling him "Yes, Oh yes, it feels so fucking good."
I can feel him cumming now.I can feel his dick pulsating as he fills me with his sticky juice. We are both content. He slowly slides himself out of me and pulls away and lays next to me. We are both satiated. Both floating. Both so satisfied that we just lay there in each others arms knowing just how lucky we both are to have found each-other.

To love each-other and to be able to show our love in a way that we both had only dreamt of until we met.We actually have had the good fortune of being able to spend much more pervy time together recently, and its been AMAZING!
And now our dreams are coming true and I cant wait to see what comes next in the wonderful adventure we are sharing, its called life that we are so fortunate to be sharing.

I am going to post this morning, and if Jim wants to add anything later on today, I am sure he will

Thanks for continuing to read and share in our adventure.
We know its been along time since we have been able to update this blog.
But we do appreciate all your comments and love that people are interested in sharing in our adventure.

Be Well- Wendy...and Jim

We went to Chicago and saw Paul C from Paul C Leather

Paul C from Paul C Leather in Chicago is truly a character!
Check out his site Paul C Leather and if your ever in Chicago stop in and see his amazing leather crafts!

Jim is on his way home from work now, and I am still not ready so I will post more about our amazing trip soon!
And these are a few of the new items!

Be Well-
Wendy

His Rubber Doll..Slut...Fuck Toy...His.

He loves rubber...as do I. And its been a while since we've been able to enjoy it together. Life gets in the way of our making plans.

Anyway.....

The night before last I was napping on the couch, and Jim came in with a note that he placed under my blanket.

He said read it later...so I dozed back to sleep. A few minutes later I remembered that he gave me the note.

It read something like

Dear Slut,

Awake by 9 am be ready. Shaved ..rubberized from head to toe

and plugged and gagged.

A mask where I can see your eyes and use your mouth. A gag that is comfortable and boots you can stand for hours and hours.

Wear the ankle,thigh and wrist cuffs. The collar and the leash.

Also be sure to have fresh batteries in the toys and camera.
I wish I saved the letter...but you get the idea.

But I have a copy. Jim writing now and this is what I wrote on Sunday:

Dear Slut,

You will wake up before nine.

You will shower, shave your cunt, and make yourself presentable.

You will lube your ass and cunt and plug (plural) yourself.

You will dress from head to toe in rubber, including gloves and stockings.

You will put on a pair of boots that you can wear for 5 hours.

You will put cuffs on your ankles, thighs, and wrists.

You will wear a rubber hood that allows me to see your eyes and use your mouth.

You will pick and wear a gag that you can tolerate for the longest period.

You will wear a collar and a leash.

You wil make sure that vibes and camera have fresh batteries.

You have asked to be used....Tomorrow is torment and torture Monday.

You will beg me to stop.... I won't.

It was Sunday...Unfortunately on Monday I wasn't feeling well.

So it didn't happen until Tuesday. Wasn't Tuesday, you had Dr. Appt. (And the numbers were fine, hoorah!!!)

I awoke early on Tuesday, (Wednesday)

I did everything as instructed except for the ass plug (I tried, but my bum was sore)and fresh batteries in the toys and camera.

He was out playing with the pool when I was getting ready for him.

I dressed head toe in rubber and used the pump up gag in my cunt. I was wearing all the rubber and restraints. I had some things to do in the garden, with the pool and puttering in the barn. Before I went outside I remember hearing her going through the clothes closet and the sound of the latex and I said, "It's easier putting on the rubber when your in the shower." (This I know from about 2 weeks earlier when I did the full dressing thing on myself for her.) I came back in the house about an hour later, just in time to hear "I'm not ready yet." "I know, it takes longer to get dressed by yourself" and I went back out to putter a little longer in the barn.

He looked pleased when he came inside and saw me. Pleased? I hope I looked more than "pleased." Here was my slut, my fuck toy, dressed and plugged as I wanted her to and she looked great. She must have been done dressing for a little while because she was on the puter when I came in. Found out later she was taking pics with the webcam, one is posted below. She stood up and I pulled her to me and kissed her while my hands tried to explore every inch of her body, playing close attention to plug and how it was teasing her. (reset... the plug and I were both teasing her.) There was one final item needed to complete the ensemble. We have a rule that no gags or breath restriction hoods be used unless the other is present. She picked up the ballgag and turned around while I buckled it behind her neck. "Too tight?" I think she responded with something that meant "It's OK."

He took me by the leash and started walking me around. Before I did that I took some chains and snaps and pulled her wrists behind her back and snapped the cuffs to the D-ring belt. He chained my feet together so I had to take baby steps. Surprising how well she walks baby step style with the boots, especially since every two or three steps I would pump up or let a little air out of the plug. I walked her a few steps into the dining room and told her we were going out side by the pool. Three things then happened simultaneously, her eyes got big, she shook her head no, and she made that sound like "nnnnnnnmh." I asked her if there was a problem with that. She said something that sounded like "nahbow." Neighbors? Our closest neighbors are about 500 plus feet away. OK, you get to stay in this time but when the trees are full there will be photos on the deck and in the pool.

There was a brief photo shoot...and then he proceeded to tease and torture me. Not sure photo shoot is the right word. I took some pics as we went from room to room. And some of them turned out great.

I was licked and sucked and fisted and fucked. I was spit on and told what a slut I was...His slut. I begged and screamed and loved every minute of his teasing.

He used me well until I was cumming and singing and shaking.He did this over and over and over. I was well used.

Then I rode his cock and he came as well. I love being able to please him and I am so happy to be his.

We spent the rest of the afternoon recovering...Well I did anyway..I was exhausted and so high in subspace that I could hardly walk.
It was a fantastic afternoon. I would go into more detail, however its early and I need to get ready for the day...we are going into GR today for errands.
So here are the pics.....some will enjoy , others will say we are to freaky.
But we are just us...and we keep getting better and better!

Be Well
-Wendy

We had a fantastic Thursday!

I had a couple doctor's appointments in the early morning.

When I arrived home this is how my amazing man greeted me!

We spent the afternoon with him being used and teased and basically my toy.

It was fantastic!!

Maybe....he will write some more about it!

be well

Wendy

Another Fantastic Thursday!

So we had another fantastic Thursday!

I wore my rubber dress from House of Whacks and a beautiful Axford corset that came from Northbound Leather.

New platform ankle boots we got from Tyger a really sweet gal in South Carolina that we met on Fetlife.com.

I felt really sexy dressing for him today, and when I saw his eyes light up when he saw me...well I knew he was pleased.

J3 duct taped my hands to a chair he had me sit it.And for a long long while. As he used a small vibe that was meant for his prostate stimulation. Pretty powerful for such a small toy!

Then teased and sucked my cunt until I was melting in that chair.He kept telling me to close my eyes and I could hear the camera shutter going off, so I knew he was snapping pictures.

After a smoke break......

We moved to the couch in the living room and he had me suck his cock. And then climb on top of him and ride his dick until I was cumming over and over. He knows I don't like being on top because I am so self conscious. But I am getting better with it and I know he loves it .

So the we eventually moved to our bedroom.

I was gagged, fucked and used until I exploded.

Then he used what seemed like a ton of lube ( he loves lube)and fisted my dripping wet cunt while he pushed the Hitachi wand on my throbbing clit. I came so hard! But then my orgasm turned into a splitting migraine headache. (note to self, do not hold your breath while being fisted)

We had to stop for the day. Which I felt that I disappointed him. But he said I didn't.

Here is the dresser and you can see we have to put everything up so Rocky doesn't play with laces.

But I wanted to post this picture so you could see the fabulous new boots!

Hopefully next week I can get my head in the right space without the nasty migraine.

Be Well

-Wendy

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

Hint ...Hint

I had asked for J3 to write me a story for my birthday, He is a busy guy so I know he doesn't have a lot of time. But he is such a terrific writer....I'll be patient.

We have been searching to make our own latex clothing and I came across this site at fetlife. Her name is Latex Kitty, and she has tons of information here . If you ever wanted a place to start making your own. This is a great place to start! Thanks Kitty!


Dont let life pass you by, its much too short for that!
Be Well
-Wendy

Making plans

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Would he?

Would you love to see me scared to admit that what I want, most would run away from? I already know enough about us to know that this is true. We are far removed from the "most." And so we will spend much more time walking along the edge. We are square pegs, but we fit so well in our world.

When things get too much for me to take, I sexily create a bratty image, this itself gives me a passport to the even darker-side of our fetish-life,the dark side of your mind.

If I am challenging, will you accept? If I want breaking - Will you bring me to the edge and soar with me? And in accepting your challenge will you be able to take what you have asked for?

Zipping my head into an ultra-tight and restrictive hood, breath hard to find, posture collar gently crushing my breath more, the catsuit hugging my body as the wrist and ankle cuffs stop any other movement.

I would be more than taken, I am within your whole world of use.
If you want to see me viciously bound in rope and my head, tightly surrounded with rubber, my mouth ball gagged tightly, I will obey and oblige. With your senses tweaked or restricted, your movements limited by the tightness of the straps, how will you feel when allowed to go where you have only imagined? Are you apprehensive about where your mind will take you when all other input is gone? What will you feel as I silently stand above you and you can't tell if I am there? What will you do when I softly stroke your body after you have escaped into the inner regions of your mind?

I would never deny you, never say no...You own me. Lock me away, use me, it's for your enjoyment.

My enjoyment comes from pushing you. Both of our dreams meet and consume us.

Forever and ever.

My fate awaits your hands.

A True Story, and BIG EVENT

Wendy digs eBay a lot. NO, I don't dig Ebay a lot....You can find some good deals....but I am not addicted to it as you make it sound! lol

Females must have some sort of "twisted" chromosome (raises my hand... "I know one that has a really twisted set." Sit down, smart guy) that causes them to check out scented things, you know... candles, lotions, incense. And I like her choices. I especially like the lotions that she uses on me for a full body massage. Candles lit in front of mirrors, flickering shadows, radio playing softly in the background, I lost track of time while she turned me into"Jimmy Butter."

Well, some females don't like smelly stuffs..I happen to love them! And I also enjoy turning you into "Jimmy Butter"!

She's laying on top of me and says,"Thirteen Songs."

"What?"

"Your massage lasted thirteen songs."

And on a Classic Rock station at that.
Thankfully there was no tornado or fire because she would have had to drag me off the bed and roll me down the stairs to get me out the door.

Clears throat, now where were we? Oh yeah... eBay. We also search for fetishy things and are accumulating an ever growing collection. Semi pervy, pervy and a few things just absolutely downright bizarre. We are all over the place. One day she finds this great pair of black, thigh high, back laced, rounded toe, platforms. "Wow... those will look great on you." After about a week of watching and checking and rebidding every time she walks past a computer, she wins the auction. Great looking boots, good price, can't wait for her to wear them for us. I asked her the same day she won them, "Mailman come yet?" And the day after, and the day after. And then one day while I am at work...

I work afternoons. Wendy calls me around the start of my shift and goes "They're here!!!" Her voice told me that she really was impressed with them, and I was impressed with them without yet seeing her wearing them.

"How do they look? How do they fit?"

"They fit great and they... ummm... you just have to see me wear them for you."

"I'll be over as soon as I can get out of here." Back to work I go with nasty smile and filthy mind.

It's always something. In the space of the next few hours I started to get a little queasy. Sort of like the feeling you get after breathing in diesel exhaust or having a questionable Stromboli come back and go "Gotcha!!" As the evening goes on I am feeling worse. We are just getting done with the work, thankfully a slow night, and I call Wendy and tell her that I am sick and will see her in the morning. She sounds disappointed but says" OK, hope you feel better, go to bed, get rest, I love you."

I was a little disappointed, You see it took me about 3 hours to dress as your slut and I wanted to surprise you...That's not an easy task! And when you said you didn't feel well...I was worried as well.

I make it home with the headache and stomach ache, greet Rocket and feed him, and the phone rings.

"I'm coming over."
I figured I would surprise you anyway...what man wouldn't feel at least a little better to see his woman dressed up for him!
"Come on over baby."

I'm sitting there in the front room puttering while waiting for her to drive up. Her car comes down the street and I open the door and step out on the front porch. I parked my truck in the driveway, she ended up parking in front of the house, about a fifty foot walk. Must be later than I thought, I didn't realize how dark it was. Being the considerate guy that I am, (insert sound of car door closing here) I walk back into the house and turn on the porch light, and the two 100 watt step lights. About three seconds later I hear...

"TURN OUT THE LIGHTS!"
I believe I said "SHUT THE LIGHTS OFF!"
It's no big thing, I'm not sucking all the kilowatts out of the universe. Safety first and all that. I leave 'em on and walk back onto the porch to greet her.

"JIM! TURN OUT THE LIGHTS!!!"

At this point I hear the sound of boots coming up the steps to the porch. The steps and porch are illuminated like a runway as she walks across the porch dressed in the new boots and and her thigh length coat. In the timing is everything department, we both make it inside the house at the same time, and I close the door and turn out the outside lights.


"I wonder if the neighbors saw me?"

"Well I would certainly hope so. We gave them enough notice with the lights and you certainly got their attention telling me to turn them off."

It wouldn't have been so bad...but not only did I have the boots on, I was wearing full whore make-up, a leather shirt, shiny red corset top, and a very very short mini skirt. I didn't really care if the neighbors saw, But I am sure the one neighbor lady would have inquired about why the hooker was walking into your house!

I have such a beautiful and adventurous partner. We should have just sat on the porch with the lights on and let them watch us be us. After all we are not going to be here much longer because...

WE ARE GETTING A HOUSE!!!
YES!!! WE ARE! and we are going to make it our home!
Thank you for being you, letting me be me, and sharing our lives!

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