Blissfully "boring as fuck"

I've been flirting with the idea for a few months now. Today I took the plunge.

I'm officially in a monogamous relationship with nodder.

I'm still polyamorous. That hasn't changed. I'm still capable of maintaining multiple sexual, emotional and/or spiritual relationships. But I'm choosing to engage in a monogamous relationship.

The reactions I'm getting are mixed.

"Awwww that's nice, right?"

"You've gotten into a monogamous relationship? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Good luck! I hope it all works out great."

"WHAT??? Not even other girls?"

"OMG. OMFG."

"Do I know you? Monogamous? Wow. That's a big step."

"That's gonna be boring as fuck."

Boring? Yes, it's going to be BLISSFULLY BORING between nodder and me. Almost all of conflict we've had between us suddenly no longer exists because I'm no longer seeing or talking to anyone else.

Fuck rope

I recently uttered words so unbelievable, so shocking that they stopped nodder in his tracks. Err ... Ok, mid thrust.

"Fuck rope."

It wasn't an adjective used to describe a certain type of rope. I was a verb. And it was said rather emphatically. FUCK ROPE.

If you follow my blog or know me in real life, you know I'm passionate about rope. And if you read On planning and satisfying cravings, you know that I seldom plan a scene. However, this was one of those rare nights where I had a plan. And that plan involved rope.

Take Lilyana's plan, add wine and nodder's skilled mouth and the plan begins to dissolve a bit.

"I should make you get my rope bag," I said more than once in between orgasms.

"I can stop," nodder said, without pausing whatever he was doing to please me. "I can go get it."

"NO."

As much as I love D/s play, I still enjoy what I refer to as pseudo vanilla sex. I can't call it vanilla because when you're involved heavily in BDSM, I'm not sure you can ever have truly vanilla sex. Some kinky element always sneaks into sex, or at least it seems to be that way for me.

But on this night nodder and I were having sex that was almost vanilla and heavily laced with orgasms for me, tease and denial for him. And it was good. Very good. I was into it.

And then nodder asked, at a particularly good moment, "Are you sure you don't want me to go get your rope bag now," and I responded emphatically, "FUCK ROPE."

Nodder stopped mid thrust. "WHAT?? Did you just say 'Fuck rope'?"

I laughed. I hadn't been thinking clearly and now that I was, the irony wasn't lost on me.

Since then, nodder has mentioned it more than once. Rather gleefully, in fact. I think he's rather proud that he was able to get me to say that. And I'm sure I'll never live it down.

Foot fucker

When discussing with nodder all the hottest moments we've had together, a few things always come up. We both enjoyed the night I put him in panties, tied him to the table, made him suck a dildo and then masturbated behind him where he couldn't watch while using him as a footstool. We never fail to bring up our strap-on play or our most recent adventures in watersports. And I almost blush at the memory of the night he made me cum with a nod. ALMOST. It was that fucking hot.

As with any D/s relationship, our play has progressed with intensity over time. However, one of our favorite play sessions to reminesce about was one of our very first.

I demanded that he lick my ass. I do that. I love having my ass eaten. It's better than the best full body massage and oh so humiliating for the giver when you demand it.

I was on my knees on the bed, knees spread apart a bit, with the soles of my feet together. I wasn't aware of my precise positioning. It wasn't planned.

I was lost in the sensations of his talented tongue when I first became aware of the gentle nudging on the bottoms of my feet.

"What is that? What is that on my feet?"

Nodder groaned into my ass.

"Is that your cock???" I was surprised. He had admitted to finding my piggies rather cute but had said he didn't have a foot fetish.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm" he moaned.

"What??"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Are you trying to hump my feet?"

Nodder's response was the growl I would come to crave, his way of emoting when he is deeply and thoroughly humiliated in the most erotic way. I laughed and his growl deepened in response.

The nudging became more instent. Or maybe his cock was harder. Or maybe it was a little of both.

"You really are trying to fuck my feet, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered.

I laughed. "You're a foot fucker!"

He groaned and began rubbing his cock against the soles of my feet in earnest.

Boys at their best are terrible at multitasking. Horny boys are even worse. As he was fucking my feet he forgot about my ass.

"WHY AREN'T YOU LICKING MY ASS?? Are you too busy being a foot fucker to lick my ass??"

He growled and whispered, "Yes, Mistress," before putting his mouth back to good use.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't lick my ass AND fuck my feet. "You're terrible at multitasking. Do you want to keep fucking my feet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"If you want to keep rubbing your little dicklett on my feet, you HAVE to keep licking my ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," he responded as he dove into eating my ass with new enthusiasm and I began to feel his precum on my soles.

And so it went for a bit - nodder failing miserably at multitasking, me laughing at and chiding him for it.

"Can I cum?"

"What??"

"Mistress, may I please cum," he asked in a strained voice.

I laughed, "You want to cum fucking my feet??"

He growled and I grinned with the delight of knowing I'd found a hot button of his and then tap danced all over it.

I gave him permission to cum on my feet. I never allow a boy to cum on me but that day, I did. In his first spurt, he overshot the soles of my feet and spread his enthusiasm all the way up one calf yet still managed to coat my feet.

"Now lick it off. All of it. Slowly."