The Masked Offender Punished

 

The 'Blindfolds  and Masks' theme reminded me of a memorable sexual encounter back in 2013. Then as I started to think about sensual deprivation, I thought of my post 'The Five Senses of Sex'. What happens when one is deprived of one of our five senses?

The LOP in question back in 2013, had an unique play style of teasing a gent, then punishing him for perceived infractions, such as looking up her skirt as she climbed the steep stairs.

My 'punishment' was to be thrown onto the bed, have my arms tied to the bed-head with her stockings and her used knickers placed over my face as a blindfold. She then proceeded to have her way with me.

Of our five senses, sight is probably the strongest. When our sight is taken, all our other senses go on high alert. 

I was immediately aware of the heady aroma of the scent of a woman in her knickers. There is a rustling sound and sense of movement as she climbs onto the bed. My body flinches at the ever so light touch of her fingers caressing up my body. What's this? The touch of fingers is replaced by the warm, moist lick of her tongue on my nipples. I feel the warm softness as her breasts slide up my chest. Her lips and tongue are nibbling my ear now. I can hear and feel the warmth of her breath. She whispers in my ear, 'Do you like it like this?'.

Her body lifts off me and I feel a leg come over mine. Her legs are now straddling my thighs. My heart is pumping harder with the anticipation. She is teasing me, and building up the anticipation for us both. I flinch as I feel a wet warm touch on the tip of my cock. The warmth slowly slides down the back of my shaft. I feel her labia lips spread as she sits on me now with the warmth of the full length of her 'camel toe'. She slowly starts to slide up and down my shaft. I hear little whimpers escape her lips. I feel the knob of her clit as she slides it up and down me, pleasuring herself. Her pace and breathing speeds up. She is quite wet and slick now. As she slides higher, the tip of my glans caresses her inner lips. She lifts slightly, deferring entry, and slides her clit down over me again.

Her pace is building now and she leans forward and pinches my nipples. Her teasing seems to be replaced by an urgency. Her sliding grows faster and wetter, until with the tip of my glans at the gates of heaven, she ever so slightly lifts and slides onto me to the hilt.

And so her way was had. My mask is removed and our hot perspiring bodies cuddle up for a long, deep kiss. My arms are released to encircle her and we relax in the afterglow as our heartbeats subside and breath slowly returns to normal.

As I said at the start, definitely a unique experience, still memorable 7 years later.

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Laughter, the Best Aphrodisiac

It is a neuro-physiological fact that the pleasure centres in the brain, for humour and sex are adjacent, so there is a good reason why we find people with similar sense of humour, attractive.  In the bedroom, humorous banter can heighten sexual enjoyment.

The following stories, all true, have appeared in this blog at various times in the past, but I thought it might be good to bring them all together under the common theme. 

"I'll Have What She's Having"

A couple of years ago, a lady-of-pleasure I was seeing, had earned the nickname from her co-workers, of "Firecracker" because when she orgasmed, she went "off like a fire-cracker" and she could be heard throughout the building.

Well, one day Sam and I were having a good time and she had had one squealing orgasm with my tongue. Once she had settled down a little, as she was sliding onto me, she had the back of her hand wedged in her mouth.  I asked if there was anything wrong.

"I don't want to make too much noise.  There might be someone in the waiting room (next door to our bedroom" was her reply.

"Don't worry about it" I said, "You might give them some encouragement".

She giggled, and came back with "I'll have what she's having!".

Well we both cracked up laughing.  As I laughed, my cock twitched inside her. This was the last straw for her and she started convulsing on me, laughing, squealing and crying all at the same time.  Needless to say, this tipped me over the edge too.  This wasn't just a 'happy ending', it was a 'hilarious ending'.

Dirty Ditties

When FB Amazing Grace found out that I wrote a BLOG, she admitted to having fun making up rhymes.  So we created a game of 'dirty ditties' and 'fractured fairy tales', taking turns to create a new line starting from an old nursery rhyme, etc. So "Goldie Locks", "Little Red Riding Hood" et al provided many fun rhymes.  If a particular 'dirty ditty' had suitable actions, these were acted out as we went. I must say her rollicking laughs as she 'rode a cock horse' sent wonderful ripples right through our connection.  Sadly, we have lost contact - I really miss those fun times. I wish I had had a recorder to capture some of those ditties.  One I remember, went:-

"Georgie Porgie full of fun,

Licked the girls and made them come.

With lady come on his chin,

He said with a grin,

Oh what a good boy am I"

Although I am a DOM now, I am still a kid at heart, and 'play time' is my favourite time.  Which reminds me, we certainly gave "Girls and boys come out to play" a jolly rogering!

So next time someone calls me a 'fuck wit', I will take it as a compliment.

Punishment Play

This isn't humour in the direct laughing sense, but a light-humoured form of role-playing. Miss A uses a game of 'punishing' little infractions. On the way up to the bedroom, she stumbled on the stairs, flashing her knickers, and then said, "Were you peeking up my dress? You will have to be punished for that".   Similarly, there will be 'punishment' for 'touching myself' in the shower, and looking at her boobs as she undresses.  Typical punishment might be to make me stand in the 'naughty corner' whilst she sucks me off.  All just playful fun, no real bondage, although once she did tie my hands to the bed-head with her stockings and draped her fragrant knickers over my face so I couldn't see her 'punish' me by having her way with me.

Role-Play

Another fun-time role-play, although not strictly humour, was with Miss D in a Nun's Habit costume. Rather than reproduce the full story here, visit the post "A Bad Habit".

Unintended Humour

Sometimes, something's said quite innocently, but is quite humorous in the situation.

I was undergoing a period of radiotherapy treatment for prostate cancer. One day, I was lying on the radiotherapy table with my pubes and mid-riff exposed.  The female operator was getting me aligned - I have had target marks tattooed on my mid-riff and thighs and a pair of laser beams show the correct alignment. Her cold hands on my thighs push and roll me a little to get alignment right. At which point she says "Beautiful!". I tell her that "Only special ladies are allowed to say that!". I get a little laugh.

A couple of days later, I have the same operator, and she says the same things. This time, I say "Well, thank you!". She says "Your welcome" and we both laugh.

Pillow Banter

Post coital pillow talk is an obvious time for humorous banter when you are both fully relaxed and bodies flooded with feel-good hormones.

Complementary Employment

Often pillow talk with Ladies of Pleasure, turns to the sort of work we do. I asked one particular lady if she had a second job. She told me that she also worked as a receptionist at a Funeral Parlour. "You have a thing about stiffs, do you?" I answered, which brought loud laughter.

Longevity

In a conversation similar to the above, we were talking about marital status. When I told this lady how long I had been married, she asked, "What's your secret to a long marriage?". My answer, "Don't get caught!"

Guess My Age

On another occasion, we were playing the game of trying to guess each others age. I said to Crystal, "Would you believe 48?", to which she tactfully replied, "I would have put you as early 50's". I replied, "No. I mean 1948". (This was over 10 years ago). Shock flashed across her face, and she started counting on her fingers, working out just how much older than her I was. When she realised what she was doing, we laughed and cuddled.

Irony and Humour

In further chatting with the above Funeral Parlour receptionist, she told me of her new boy-friend of 3 months and her issue with the fact that he has yet to make a move to have sex with her (he doesn't know about her sex work). She asked my advice, "What can I do to get my boyfriend to have sex with me?". We had quite a serious conversation about courting, but I couldn't help but have an inward smile about the irony of a sex worker asking her client, how to get her boyfriend to have sex with her.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Bedroom

Whilst "Laughter is the Best Medicine" I think it squeezes in just ahead of "Sex" because Laughter can be practiced any where, any time, in public.  But laughter and sex have a lot in common in that they both release those 'feel good' hormones and endorphins. To be sure there are times, especially in a one-off encounter, where the sex is immediately hot and lustful, but in more regular sex situations, 'fun' and 'play' are key ingredients to good sex and allow the good feelings to continue after the 'come shot'. This is why role-playing and fantasies are so popular because they add to the 'fun' in exploring 'life' outside our hum-drum day-to-day situations.

I was reminded of the above recently when catching up with Miss A whom I haven't seen for over a year. She uses a game of 'punishing' little infractions. On the way up to the bedroom, she stumbled on the stairs, flashing her knickers, and then said, "Were you peeking up my dress? You will have to be punished for that". 

 

Similarly, there will be 'punishment' for 'touching myself' in the shower, and looking at her boobs as she undresses. Typical punishment might be to make me stand in the 'naughty corner' whilst she sucks me off. All just playful fun, no real bondage, although once she did tie my hands to the bed-head with her stockings and draped her fragrant knickers over my face so I couldn't see her 'punish' me by having her way with me.

Another lady, 'O Gracious One', when she found out I wrote a BLOG, admitted to having fun making up rhymes. So we created a game of 'dirty ditties' and 'fractured fairy tales', taking turns to create a new line starting from an old nursery rhyme, etc.  So "Goldie Locks", "Little Red Riding Hood" et al provided many fun rhymes. If a particular 'dirty ditty' had suitable actions, these were acted out as we went. I must say her rollicking laughs as she 'rode a cock horse' sent wonderful ripples right through our connection. Sadly, we have lost contact - I really miss those fun times. I wish I had had a recorder to capture some of those ditties.  One I remember, went:-

"Georgie Porgie full of fun,

Licked the girls and made them come.

With lady come on his chin,

He said with a grin,

Oh what a good boy am I"

Although I am a DOM now, I am still a kid at heart, and 'play time' is my favourite time. Which reminds me, we certainly gave "Girls and boys come out to play" a jolly rodgering!

So next time someone calls me a 'fuck wit', I will take it as a compliment.