Friday night was nothing to sniff at either...

I met a new slave on Friday. A small-cocked wonder he was, with a surprising accent that I still can't help but try to imitate. We met outdoors. He looked insanely normal. The kind of normal person who would play a twisted killer on CSI. Cute though, and well-spoken.

I got him inside, discussed rules, and got him undressed. He passed the scent test for cleanliness. I've had a few dirty boys who did not. I scolded those losers for ever daring to present themselves to me that way, though I now think not harshly enough. There was one, Ethan, who I even let slide with it back when I first began. Au futur, he will not get away with that. But Ethan has stopped coming around and is nowhere near deserving of even a snippet of an entry, so back to my new slave. I'm going to call him Mr. Tiny as I feel he is deserving of that title.

Cute, big innocent eyes and a calm demeanor. Perfect. I feel like when recounting the tale, I can let loose more than in the moment. The hardest thing about controlling these little foot stools is controlling my own desire. Not letting them blow their sad little loads all over themselves is one of my greatest challenges. But I enjoy seeing them squirm more than I enjoy seeing them squirt, so somehow, always, je me d'ébrouille.

So Mr. Tiny began his training by kneeling between my fully clothed legs. He was told not to call me Mistress or any cheesy, banal names like that. Boring! He was told to raise his hand if he wanted to speak. Unless spoken to. He did mumble a few answers at first, but a few firm What-did-you-say?'s and he was speaking clearly for the rest of the session. Apparently, he likes being my bitch. I know this because after I tested his basic obedience skills, with which I was fairly impressed, I had him rise, turn, and bend over before me on the bed (and at that moment I was filled with a searing anger over the douchebag who stole my strap-on. Who does that?? It would have been so perfect to have at that moment). I was at a loss as to how to make his ass red without a serious lashing. I spanked him repeatedly but never quite achieved the redness I sought. Next time I will re-double my efforts and make that boy's bottom burn. Next time.

This time, as I had him bent over, with my gloved hands slapping and probing him, I confirmed that he was, in fact, my bitch. And that he's a pathetic little shit. He even admitted it, which did not surprise me. And with his manly-yet-nerdy type accent, I was understandably pleased and aroused. Pleased enough to use THREE different colored clothes pins on his balls. I started with pink, which for some reason, likely social conditioning, I would think men would find most emasculating. I wasn't sure how much he could take, and I know I can go much further next time, but I placed first pink, then light blue, and then green. I wish he had agreed to be photographed. He looked great from that angle, his balls pulled back tightly, his tiny limp cock just hanging there, helpless and begging to be slapped around. When I shoved my anal prober inside of him, he looked even better.

I fucked his ass for a good long while, trying my hardest to pace myself. I just wanted to make him eat my pussy. But instead, I made him watch. I sat him in a chair across from me and removed most of my clothes, except for my bra and panties. I told him that I wanted his little cock to grow. I told him that if he liked me, he would get hard for me. I told him to stroke his puny cock but not to come. "Do you know what will happen if you DO come? I will make you eat it. You will come when I say. Understand?" He said yes, emphatically, he did understand.

Something about fucking a guy's ass and then watching his stupid attempts at making his tiny cock larger, as I idly rub my nipples through my bra, really gets me going. I stood before him, ordered him not to stop stroking himself, and removed my bra. I ordered him to suck my nipple. And the other. He did this for a while, hungrily. I was swollen and knew I would climax soon if I went near my clit. I removed my panties, smelled them, and shoved them into his open mouth. I lie back down, and told him to keep stroking himself. I told him how badly I wanted to fuck. If only his cock was bigger, I would fuck him. I told him how pathetic he looked, with my black panties stuffed into his mouth, little cock in hand, furiously stroking up and down. I started fucking my pussy with a vibrator, fast enough to make myself moan and gush all over it. I got up, took my panties out of my mouth, and made him suck it. He did it, looking at me all the while. He kept moaning the whole time, turning me on even more.

He earned a taste, I thought. This is what I told myself. I ordered him up and down, right on the floor, in front of my bed. I stood above him, and squatted right down on his face. I lifted my dripping pussy up and down a few times to tease him, and then I was kneeling on his face, with my chest and arms on the bed. I never positioned a slave exactly like that before, but it was perfect. I told him to suck me first and he did. I told him to lick my clit next. My cunt was so swollen. I could feel his nose and chin between my lips. I knew I would come right away. I couldn't stop it. Only one guy, ever, in my whole life, made me come that fast by licking my pussy. I rode his face for less than 3 minutes and I was convulsing all over him, with my cum dripping on his face, him moaning under me and still feeling his arm furiously stroking his cock. (In contrast, the other guy who made me come like that from oral, years ago, was deported back to Brasil two weeks later. Less than 30 seconds! No joke. Someone even came out to use the washroom while I was climaxing.)

I don't normally allow slaves to eat me out, but I am so glad I did. I kept telling him that it was really too bad his cock was so small. I love to get fucked by a big cock after I climax. Not for too long, just as long as it's big and stiff.

What happened after that... I tortured him for an hour. I forced him to masturbate while watching me play with my pussy. I told him to make himself come, and tell me when he was going to explode. At the moment he was about to come, I told him to stop stroking. I told him, again, that if he made a mess, or came, he would have to eat it. Then I told him to make himself come again. And I told him to stop. I did this for some time. Finally, a placed a clock in front of him and told him to come all over himself at EXACTLY 1:20. He was told that he had only one minute. If he failed, he would not be allowed to come. He watched the clock and sure enough, a few seconds after 1:20 struck, he was coming all over his chest and stomach. I kissed him gently and thanked him, and then ordered him to clean himself off.

I have such fun plans for him next time. The ropes must come out. And I had this overwhelming urge to dress him up a bit... Teach him exactly how to make me come. Perhaps give him an orgasm test. So many ideas for my little bitch. And I mean bitch in the nicest, least sexist and misogynistic way. I have a real affection for these slaves. Too many ideas swirling around right now. I must sleep now.

A Day of Firsts.. Saturday

My very macho, manly Italian friend painted his fingernail shiny purple! That was a first, and something I never imagined I would see. My local bar now serves fruity girl drinks. Another first. I indulged in several fruity girl drinks and for the first time in a long time, I could not drink any more. I lost my favorite sunglasses and I didn't freak out in the sun.

I also had sex with a client. Officially. That's what I went there for. That's what we discussed. The two times it happened in the past, it just happened because I was so horny that I offered it. But this time that was what I was there to do. It feels like it's been a while since I got fucked, and I think, for my standards, it was. A few weeks, at least, and then it would have been with one of my since-departed lovers. Sigh. I miss them alot, still. The wound is fresh and raw, but I do have needs. The sex I had on Saturday was a welcomed distraction. It was also the first time I went "out" for a call where things worked out well.

And well.. I was very pleased to say the least. Some nice flattery and kissing to start with, sucking on my nipples, oral on me, facesitting (my all-time fave!) on a really comfy, well-positioned bed... and then doggy-style fucking. He had such a nice cock. And he was so cute, innocent looking, and smelled so good. And he fucked me so good. I almost felt bad, I enjoyed it so much. I didn't come, but I could have I think. I was so turned on, so swollen and so wet. He then turned me around, on my back, and fucked me for a few minutes. I think I made him come when he stopped thrusting and I kept pushing against him. I didn't want him to stop, but I get off on watching them come too, so what I am to do? I just lie back and watched him come into a condom, all dripping and engorged I was.

Overall, a fantastic day. Hot sex, extra cash, fun with friends and a new appreciation of a new and previously harshly judged neighborhood. Which neighborhood... that is a secret!

XOXO

I'm so horny now. I have a boobage session tomorrow morning. I can't sleep, though I should be. And it's so damn cold! Where has summer gone? (that's rhetorical. Thanks corporate world for the joys of global warming)

Thinking about sex

Things ended the other day with all of my lovers. I liked them alot, but I wasn't getting what I wanted out of those relationships. I will hold out for a guy who really cares about me.

But in the meantime, I still have to have sex, and I wonder if a happy medium would be to just give my clients what most of them want? I wouldn't have sex with all of them, but I am considering offering it to some of them.

Perhaps I am deluding myself out of loneliness, but I think this may work. Perhaps I'll place an ad and see what kind of interest it generates.

Maybe I will. Maybe I will...

My First Testimonial :)

HAHA!! I got my first "testimonial" email today. I've received many compliments, but this was so extensive and well thought-out that it was more impressive to me, and thus worthy of the "testimonial" label. He said I could post it on my blog if I wished, so here it is:

"Hey Janelle,

Wow. I just saw you a few hours ago and I'm still hard thinking about what we did together. I can't get over how huge and soft your breast [sic] are. That pic you post doesnt do you justice my dear. And you really are beautiful. You should really thinking about posting face pics with your ad. You would get alot of business. There are so few truly big, beautiful women, but I would count you among them. I'll be jerking off to your blog pics shortly ;)

Thanks again, and see you next *****day,

Daniel VanDerWoodsen"

Name changed to protect the sexy and satisfied.

I am so flattered!! I'm very busy with painting these days. I'm just going full speed back into erotic art.

Thanks to you, Mr. Hutchinson

Just wow. This new lover is working out beautifully so far. I'm so glad we met at this point.

Again, as soon as he walked in the door, we were kissing, quite passionately. I just can not help myself. He attracts me, he smells good, tastes good and when he kisses me my pussy swells open, especially when I can feel his hard-on through his pants. That condition seems to be quite normal for him, which pleases me immensely. Feeling a man so erect like that drives me insane. Watching them jerk off is one of my favorite pass-times, and in fact, often a source of income. When I get to see them come, and it goes all over their chest and stomach... I almost start convulsing inside. I've never even seen him coming on himself, but it's something I look forward to.

We kissed for a couple of minutes, moaning and lightly sucking each others' tongues. He suggested we smoke a joint. I suggested gin. I made us drinks and we sat down on the sofa to smoke a joint, with him teasing me every time it was my turn to smoke. He stuck his big toe inside of me, while he rolled a joint. This turned me on in an unexpected and big way, first because he looked so sexy lying there naked, and second because of the skill and dexterity required to accomplish such a task. The fact that the cat was in love with him only makes him more appealing to me.

We eventually ended up in my bed. As we were drinking, some of the details are foggy. I remember alot of kissing, which we both seem to enjoy immensely. I do remember him wanting to try something different that night: He wanted to attempt putting his balls inside me. That turned out exactly the way I thought it would. We came close at one point, and had I not wiggled my ass, he may have succeeded. I'm fairly tight, and balls are fairly... loose and unmanageable. But he's on my "gets pretty much whatever he wants" list, so I was more than willing to help him live out a fantasy, odd though I found it (which is mostly because I had NEVER heard of such a thing).

The highlight of the night was definitely when he was kneeling between my legs and rubbing his hard cock against my hard clit. He makes me so swollen and wet that I am always begging him to put it inside of me. He feels so good inside of me. Watching him rub against me, watching his chest move back and forth, and occasionally stealing a glance at our naked bodies in the mirror made me insanely wet and horny. Within about three minutes of him doing this, I was convulsing and hollering and begging him to fuck me right then. I think either our drunkenness or our inability to find a condom prevented us from doing so.

All I know is I slept well that night. He passed out for a few hours and we resumed our play when he awoke. I enjoy having him in my bed all night. I like having access to his cock, lips and tongue in the morning. We had even more fun a few night ago. That story is coming.

I might be seeing the hunter tonight. It's been such a long time since we've gotten together. I almost forget what he looks like.

Next story: The tale of the hot Swede sub.

Freaked out

I found myself on this site, and I'm a bit freaked out. I guess it's to be expected.

Men can be so, so mean. I get that not everyone is into my body type, but why do they seem to HATE a big woman so much? Is it just repressed desire? Why not just move on instead of hurling insults like:

"Firstly this check looks like she's had 10 big macs too many but maybe you like them a bit plump"

LOL. I haven't had a big mac in years. And duh, obviously no one is going to choose me if they don't like them "plump". Dumbass. At least I can spell too. And this one:

"pretty much if all the pictures are really, really dark, then you know there is something there she isn't exactly wanting you to see. She is most certainly a very big girl. If you are into that sort of girl, she appears to be a good BBW - but I tend to prefer my girls to be smaller than me."

Pretty big assumption on his part. Guess he never thought I was doing self-portraits and battling low lighting, a cheap camera and no way to focus... How can someone look at those shots, where it's all RIGHT there, and think I am trying to hide how I look? I mean HELLO... I don't hide the fact that I am a fat girl. NOR do I airbrush, something I could easily do, and which is something that almost EVERY other girl does...

Sigh. Why do some men insist on being such evil, insecure little douchebags?

Meh. I don't take this crap personally anyways. They're probably just angry over the size of their weiners. And that they have to pay for action.

I wonder... if I was a stereotypically hot girl, would I then have the misfortune of meeting guys like this? All of my clientele are respectful, clean, attractive and very turned on by me. A few of them are smoking hot. Does my fat insulate me in ways I was unaware of? Does it keep the insecure, narrow-minded assholes away?

Also, I am NOT feeling well today... blech....

My kind of night :)

I have this new lover, Mr. Hutchinson, and we got together Friday night. He's funny. He's gorgeous: Big blue eyes, orange-ish hair everywhere (well, almost) and an amazing smile, with skin that I could kiss and inhale for hours. As soon as he walked in we began making out. I'd been wanting him all week, all day, with the memory of our first time together still fresh in my mind. Kissing him was intense, sweet and so erotic. The way his lips would suck mine in, the way he'd steal my tongue and hold it with his lips, the way his fingers fluttered across my face... all make me wet and swollen, even now as I recall. And then to look down and see those beautiful big eyes looking back at mine is enough to make me smile in ecstasy.

I don't even remember how things unfolded, really. I remember some vague chill time, with drinks, doobs and teasing touches from him, and maybe a few from me. I was nervous, which is something I rarely am in the company of men. But he was so hot, so attractive to me, and I felt like a little girl with a crush. I remember wanting to lay my head in his lap but not doing so. I lay my hand there instead. I remember almost spilling our drinks as I pounced on him, breasts in his face smothering him, and I remember him smartly moving the entire table away. I remember the curtains being open and thinking that anyone walking by would see us, half naked on the sofa, with my breasts out and in his face, with him sucking on my nipples and me clawing at his clothing and squeezing him with my thighs. I remember thinking that I wouldn't care. That even if I knew someone were watching, I wouldn't have stopped.

In my bed, we kissed slowly, quickly, roughly and gently for a long time. He either enjoys it as much as I do, or he was trying to arouse me. I spent a lot of time on his unbelievable lips, kissing, touching, sucking and just barely licking them with my tongue. His neck, his hot spot, is where I focus when I want to see his cock twitch. I won't even get started on his cock yet as I am trying to keep my panties dry right now. He kept sucking on my tongue and kissing me, driving me crazy. Nothing turns me on more than kissing a guy I am really into while he plays with my nipples, especially if I can see or feel how hard he is.

This seemed to go on for hours, though I know it did not. Eventually, he began doing what he does best: eating my pussy. He goes down very slowly, slower than any man I ever met, spending alot of time on my breasts, chest, stomach, legs, thighs... this is treatment I am unaccustomed to, but it was so enjoyable. I just feel so spoiled and lazy, idly lying there, legs open, while he services me.

And what a service! He starts off with just light flicks of his tongue on my labia. This makes my pussy open farther for him. He uses his fingers to open me up more, and to expose my, at this point, very hard clit. He likes to tease, which suits me fine, and he does so by just licking my clit very gently a few times. He licks downwards, down to where I am so wet and I feel the tip of his finger feeling for my tight hole. He pushes a finger inside and I clamp down around it, moaning and savoring such an amazing sensation as he pushes it in slowly. He takes it out and tastes it, moaning, saying I taste so good. He does it again, this time putting the finger in my mouth, letting me taste it. I honestly don't know what all the fuss over my cum is about, as to me it tastes odd. Perhaps because I am not accustomed to it. Either way, his willingness to please, and his skill in pleasing, made me gush. When he came up to kiss me at one point, letting me taste myself, he surprised me. I realized, sticking my tongue out to meet his, that his mouth was full of my cum. I almost gagged as I was not expecting it. I was so turned by this, and in fact, it's still in my mind even today, three days later. The fact that he sucked all of that cum out of me shows something about his skill. I don't know that I've ever cum so much on my own or with anyone else, in my entire life. That he loves to eat it is both slightly gross and highly erotic and makes me feel so appreciative. I would do almost anything to please him.

Which includes taking him in my mouth, something my paranoid self rarely does. I love to have him lie back and slide all over him, kissing his lips, his nipples, licking his neck and dangling my breasts in his face for him to suck on and tease. The other night I was rubbing myself against him, hearing him moan and feeling his hard cock twitching beneath me. I wanted him inside of me at that instant but I waited. Waited until much later. At that point, I just wanted to suck him, on my hands and knees, and feel my pussy almost explode from the excitement. I commented that another guy would be useful while I am in that position, to fuck me. I wish I could suck him and fuck him at the same time.

His moans, hearing him call my name again and again, all make me start to drip. I turned around at one point, still sucking him, so he could "inspect" the dripping in my cunt, and straddled his face. Little hairs tickled me and got me going. He spanked my ass, though not as extensively as last time, and I started grinding myself against his face, feeling so close to coming.

After a short break, I went back to his beautiful, hard cock. I kissed him all over, licking his skin, rubbing him with hair on my head, on his chest, stomach, thighs. I licked his balls, something I know drives him crazy, listened to his moaning and watched him get harder and harder as I played with him. When he seemed ready to explode, I gave his cock a short lick. I wasn't sure he'd even feel it, but he did. I then took his balls right in my mouth, sucking very lightly, and using my tongue in a more rapid back and forth motion. This seemed to really arouse him as he grabbed my hands, head, anything he could reach, and squeezed. I told him how good he tasted, how sexy he was lying there, looking down at me. Finally, I moved up to kiss him quickly and returned to his cock, still rock hard and twitching. I started licking him up and down, side to side, very gently, before licking the head. He was extremely wet and leaking and using my tongue there made him leak even more. When I finally put my mouth around his dick I was sure he would come right then, he seemed that aroused. I was moaning the whole time, both for sensation and because I was very turned on by his response. He seems the type more accustomed to giving rather than receiving, but I could not have stopped myself from pleasuring this beautiful man if I'd wanted to. He was just so deserving of it.

This went on for a while. Sucking, fingering, jerking, kissing and licking each other. We would play, then stop, play, stop, and so on, for a few hours. I would done it all night if I could have, just kissing and sucking him until he begged me to stop. When he began fingering me lightly, I told him the secret that makes me come quickly. I told him to just use one finger and just put it inside me until first little knuckle. Just at the opening. He fingered me so good while I rubbed my clit that I was coming within a minute of him doing that. I just exploded all over his finger. He seemed satisfied at that point, and I was too.

I got on top of him shortly after that, riding his dick for a while before asking him if I could turn around. I wiggled my ass against him and he seemed to slide in me so easily. His cock felt so good inside of me I could have stayed like for an hour. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, after fucking in several positions several times. He was one of the most amazing lovers I ever had the pleasure of taking to bed.

I eagerly await our next meeting.