Pretty Submissives

The other day Colombina and I were out together, and she was wearing a tremendously pretty, and rather posh, dress, and nice shoes. When we got back to the apartment, in the elevator, I pulled her dress up and spanked her a little, and then, when we reached our floor, I put my fingers in her hair, gripped hard, and pulled her close to me.

"When we get inside, I am going to sit on the sofa. You are going to fix me a nice drink, and bring it through to me. You will then be my footrest for as long as it takes me to enjoy the drink."

As I sat, with my feet up on my well dressed slavegirl, I thought about how much fun it was to treat someone like a whore when they are dressed like a princess.

This lead me on to another idea.

I want to dress my Colombina in some very nice underwear, and some nice shoes. She will make herself up very prettily, with mascara (non waterproof, for reasons that will become obvious), and eyeliner, and eyeshadow, and lipstick, and maybe a little blush. Her hair will be up nicely.

When she is all prettified(NOT, dear readers, that my Colombina needs any prettification- it is all for effect, as you will soon see), I will handcuff my delightful princesswhore's hands behind her back, and lead her to the bathroom. She will kneel down in the shower, and take my cock in her mouth, being very, very careful not to smudge her lipstick. When she has done a good job of sucking me, I will pull my cock out of her mouth, and come all over her face. And then, just for good measure, I will piss all over her.

Face fucking

I like it when Colombina treats me like a whore.

And when she calls me a whore.

When she tortures me, and licks me all over my face, and pushes her whole hand into my mouth and then wipes it all over my face as well. This has become a theme of our play ever since I got the enormous dildo. Since it won't fit anywhere else, I guess it just *has* to go in my mouth. And I adore being facefucked with it. In fact, you know what I would like?

I would like to be tied up, on my back, wrists and ankles together, getting fucked in both holes at once. Or maybe have a ballgag on, with Colombina sitting on my face... Or maybe be made to sit on one dildo, while Colombina face fucks me with the other... Or maybe have one dildo stuck to the floor, and be tied, wrists to ankles, so that I cannot lift my face from it, while Colombina fucks me from behind...

I really am a greedy little whore.

Evil Bitch

That's me.

But how, Colombina?, must you all be thinking. We thought you say you were all sweetness and smiles, even when you were being mean?

Well, that was before. Do let me explain.

I shall begin by explaining that I love tickling Harlequin. It makes him squirm and giggle in the most delightful manner, and sometimes I can't stop myself, to the point where he has to stop me.

And this means I always arrived to the same problem: Harlequin is big and strong enough to put a halt to all my tickling assaults. But that didn't dampen my tickling urges in the slightest.

So we decided to do a scene where he'd be all tied up and entirely at my mercy and desires, that is, my desires to tickle him until he begged for the aforementioned mercy.

Oh, boy, was that FUN!

It was tremendously arousing, as well as hilarious, to tickle him with all my might, and then to make him all horny and keep tickling him, and bring him to the edge of orgasm and keep tickling him, and let him come and keep tickling him.

This combination of tickling and sexual stimulation is what made him call me an Evil Bitch, because he got to the point where he was desperate to come, but the tickles ministered by the Evil Bitch, that is, moi, wouldn't let him concentrate.

Tee hee hee.

Of course, I did let him come in the end. Me, I'm an Evil Bitch with a heart, people!

But do you want to know what I did while he was orgasming, and after?

I kept tickling him.

Let's Celebrate!

Harlequin and I plan on celebrating this thusly: we are going to go around town, searching for a new spanking implement, and come the night, we'll give it a thorough try. Hooray!

Colombina wants to be thrown around.

We have, on certain occassions, delightfully rough sex, grinding against each other, biting and scratching, calling each other dirty names, pulling each other's hair, one grabbing the other by the throat while licking and biting their lips...

Now Colombina wants to do a scene like this, but more one sided. She wants me to use my physical superiority to throw her around, bite her, tease her and hurt her, all with my own pleasure being her sole concern.

To begin with, I was not sure how well I could do this. I was very happy to try, but I wasn't sure how far I would be able to go.

The more I think about it, however, the more I look forward to it.

I look forward to hurting her, to making her moan and scream and writhe, to grabbing her hair in my hand and leaning close to her and whispering

"Scream louder, little slut."

I look forward to fucking her mouth, coming all over her face, torturing the soles of her feet, and leaving her bruised and sweaty and incredibly wet.

I look forward to rubbing my hand over her dripping pussy, and then rubbing it all over her face, where it will mix with my come and her sweat.

I look forward to coming in her mouth, and making her beg for a drink of water. And to making her worship my feet before allowing her to drink the water I spit into her mouth.

And then, when I am done, I will pick her up, and carry her to the bed, and lie her down, and lie on top of her, pulling her into me and telling her what a good girl she has been.

Her Vampire Cuddles

When I saw that Harlequin had reviewed our latest acquisition, I just had to give my two cents on the matter.

Oh, these vampire gloves... these vampire gloves are one of the best things in the history of glovedom. They can reduce one to a puddle of shudders with a simple handshake, go figure.

So, as you can see, they are extremely low-effort, as toys go. Not that we have that many high-effort toys, like, say, a bicycle or a battering ram (my mind reels with the things that could be done with these), but this, these gloves really are the pinnacle of lazy dominantness. A soft caress, a little squeeze, turn immediately into an ocean of sensation (I find it the substitution of "pain" by "sensation" by the BDSM community a little puzzling, but also very cute). I love these gloves because they are an extremely psychological toy. The brain processes the feeling they cause as much more painful than it actually is. On one occasion, Harlequin was grabbing my breasts, just squeezing them firmly, but I felt like he was twisting and trying to literally unscrew them off my chest. Another advantage is that they are quite discreet on leaving marks. If one squeezes hard enough, a few red dots appear on the skin, and they may take a while to disappear if the skin is punctured, of course. But they certainly fade much quicker than bruises, and if one bruises like a peach like myself, that is something to behold.

But they are also a psychological toy in the sense that they give a new twist to gestures that before were harmless or sweet and turn into menacing and very powerful. A caress, like I said, especially on the face, has a brutal effect on the submissive, in our experience, at least. We can certify it rendered both of us speechless when we experienced it.

To further illustrate the point, let me bring forth an example from our personal experience: After a particularly intense game that ended up with Harlequin lying on the bathroom floor and me wearing the gloves, he suggested coming on my gloved hand and then licking it off, because he is inventive that way. I was enthused by the idea, and I immediately held out my hand, the palm facing down. And he took my hand and turned it. I turned it again, to have the palm facing down again, because I am naïve that way, and he turned it up again. And then licked his come off the spiky palm of the cloves.

Another of their advantages is that they are really easy to clean, by the way.

Vampire Cuddles

Colombina and I have a new favourite toy.

I got them because I wanted a particular paddle, but the company who made it wouldn't ship to me. So I looked for the next best thing.

And i found it.

Soft, sweet smelling leather gloves. With dozens of tiny metal spikes on the fingers.

These are incredible. The first time Colombina used them on me, I almost dissolved, they felt so good.

They are wonderful, because they set your skin on fire, and feel like they are going to tear it off, but it's actually very hard to make them break the skin. They can be used for stroking, squeezing, or slapping, and they feel incredible, and very different, in each way.

We also enjoy vampire cuddles. We remove our clothes, and put one glove on each, and... cuddle.

I feel I should say more, but I cannot think of what I would say without just rambling about how great they are.

However, I will say this.

I love it when Colombina sits next to me, wraps her arm around my shoulders, and puts a hand over my mouth. When she does it with these gloves on...