I came home from work this afternoon and had a think about what I should do. Should I stack the dishwasher? Do some laundry? Peruse blogs? Have a cup of tea and watch some tv? Or should I just do what I normally do when I’ve got the house to myself and I’m feeling antsy…watch porn and masturbate?
So watch porn and masturbate I did.
I’m really beginning to think that I need to stop growling and making those ‘an-alien-is-emerging-from-my-bowels’ noises. I’ve no doubt that a few well-timed gasps and moans emitted from the mouth of a girl cumming are sexy to your average heterosexual male, but guttural grunts and bucking broncos? Not so, me thinks.
I’m especially interested in thinking about the ‘performance value’ of my releases – and the associated audio track- since Master announced his evil plan to make me gonzo in front of everyone at the next play party we attend.
I’m figuring it can go one of two ways: either I blush to the roots of my hair, verge on crying from shame and try to beg my way out of it, or I ignore the audience, lose myself in the moment and do what is required. I’m hoping that the attraction of having a release or two ‘off the chart’ i.e. not being counted as part of my release rations, will overcome my feelings of mortification and allow me to do the deed.
But I dunno.
I find that my feelings towards this whole slut/slavegirl thing are a little bit like visiting Disneyland. Sometimes I can be right up there thinking I’m the trampiest tramp and other times I’m just looking at a shirt-less mouse and a duck without pants on. (And yes, I waited in line for two hours to get on that fucking “It’s a Small World” sorry excuse for a ride!)
Forgetting about my angst about cumming-attractions for the moment, the reason I was feeling antsy was that I just needed the feeling of bonds on me. Like every woman’s need for the weight of a man on them from time to time, I need the restriction of bonds on my body – nice, tight, mark-leaving bonds that cradle, encompass and harness.
That was until I started looking at porn… and then it was like, Fuck the rope, give me the hitachi!
But I managed to stop myself and go and get a couple of pieces of rope and do some boobie bondage. Then I added some clover clamps. Then I added some weights and all the while gonzo was working his magic on my clit.
It seems hard to imagine that not so long ago, I was a virgin to the vibrator-induced orgasm. Those vibrating demons never worked for me all the times I’d tried in the past and the only way I was ever successful at a release was by laying in a foetal position, putting my hand between my thighs and squeezing.
Unfortunately, now that I have the hitachi and the amazing gonzo, I do a lot less thigh cardio and hardly break a sweat. This is good news for the many times I’ve given myself a leg cramp trying to cum, not so good news for the flab on my thighs that no longer gets a workout.
I’m thinking maybe a gag is in order. Not only will it inhibit the embarrassing audio track, but it might also serve as a ‘mask’ between me and others – a bit of a fourth wall perhaps. Or even better still, a gag and a blindfold.
Something to hide behind while I do the deed.
a subtle time 
LOL i’ve been told i sound like a goose when i cum
Hehehehe…a honking goose! I’m pretty sure I sound similar 🙂
gawd i shudder at the memories of having to *perform* in front of the Lair crowd, coming beautifully is not my forte, i look anything but attractive and one would think i had been strangling the feral cats. im not sure i will be attending this party, but im damm gunna try my very best to talk K into going..
yay, we are going, so i shall ensure we have front row seats 🙂
What have I said about friends fucking you over???
And umm…you just better hope I don’t beg my way out of it between now and then!
i cant wait…
No way would I be able to cum in front of people. Get wet and excited yes, orgasm, nope. As soon as there is any hint of pressure to cum that’s it. It packs up it’s bags and moves onto someone more worthy. LOL
Well, I’m worried about that too so I queried it with Master. Apparently it’s okay if I don’t actually cum – provided I give enough entertainment . WTF?
This really is horribly mean. E-vil. (Not “unfair” but mean because there is no fairness for the ones with the shiny thing 😀 ) Well okay, it’s kind of cool that you don’t *have* to come and “just” perform, but do you, like me, tend to go all mechanical when your Master is watching (let alone other people!)? Sadistic bastards.
Good luck!
Reading your other entry, something came to mind that I’d forgotten about.
The first time Sir and I played together it was in public. He tied me up, blindfolded me and then proceeded to fuck me and beat me with a huge black dildo.
I would have done it without the blindfold on but he was quite evil as when the party truned sexual and he had finished doing things to me in front of everyone he wouldn’t let me take the blindfold off.
I could hear what others were doing to one another but wasn’t allowed to watch. It was the single most frustrating thing ever!
I never came but it was so incredibly hot! I’m hoping your gonzo night at the next party is the same. It’s really very liberating to be used that way in front of others.
I’m thinking it would be okay if he was the one doing the gonzo-ing. If I was tied up or something and he was just vibe-ing me into next week that would be cool. As it is, I’m just going to be there, in front of everyone, masturbating while he takes pics and videos. As I’ve said, passive ‘use’ is fine and dandy, but the ‘active slutness’ is not so good.
Yeah I can see what you mean. I have to be honest and say I’m kind of wishing that would happen to me. What a mind fuck!