Category — M/f Couples

I’ve often wondered how many blogs are lost to their true potential audience by being buried on alt.com and bondage.com.

Our Ruinous Love is a good deal more than merely a weblog but that is the only part that matters here. Happily the authors tell us about themselves and their presentation of their story:

This blog started almost two years ago, on Alt.com. During our time there, we told you about our sex life, our deviant desires, our amazing love story, our failures and disappointments, and our good days too. I shared my music and poetry, and MY LOVE talked about new, exciting personal discoveries. We were both honest and humble, and I think those are just a couple of good reasons why we had so many “watchers” - so many fans. We also told you, in unabashed, vulgar detail about our sexual activities - some of which went to the extreme. Many of you liked what you read and eagerly came back for more. Some of you were probably shocked, even appalled by what you read, but you came back anyways. To see if we would top ourselves or go too far… to see if we were real… to see…

We must say: “Welcome Back” to all of you who were around during that time. You gave us confidence, constructive feedback, and a much-needed audience. What you will find here, now, is the same quality - the same honesty - of writing that you did before. Only now, we don’t have to worry about being CENSORED by Alt.com!

To those of you who are new: There is so much to read - so much ground to cover. I’ve tried to put some story-strings in categories, so that if you find yourself interested in reading about something specific, you can isolate those posts. Just check out the categories at the right. Our love story is intense, and certainly unique. There’s drama, there’s obsession, and there’s divorce. Both the SEX and Depravity categories will leave you sweaty and aroused, while the posts by MY LOVE: will leave you thinking. There’s plenty to read about my time working in Porn Shops, Rants about nothing in particular, and even some Funny Stuff. Pretty soon you’ll be able to read about the crazy life we lead as porn producers when we get to ORL inc. All of it is honest, and real, and we’re just getting started.

Our Ruinous Love Blog

Sadly the text and background colors have so little contrast that I find the pages almost unreadable myself. Nonetheless the site is highly recommended. The elasticity, richness and variety of kink and fetish or whatever words you want to use for atypical sexuality can never be over-stressed.

HypnoMaster D and HypnoSlave e have a nice joint blog about hypnosis within a D/s relationship.

Messing with your sub’s memory… something not to be done lightly … turns out to be one of the subtler and yet more powerful effects you can have. Personally, e and I usually play with just recent, fairly irrelevant memories, to be safe. But after you’ve altered, removed, restored and even constructed your sub’s history a few times, she’ll come to think of you as being in charge of such fundamental things as “did that really happen” and “is that really the time?”

OK, examples.

BDSM Hypnosis

I’m fairly sure that I first ran across Dave when he had a Blogspot blog and remember him migrating to TypePad. Now he and his wife have created that rarity - a couple’s blog - with its own domain.

Dave’s love for his wife and clarity have always impressed me.

In the entry I quote he tells of giving her an unremovable permanent symbol of ownership.

To cut a long story short, Am now sports a sterling silver chain around her right ankle, but instead of being fastened with a clasp the final link at one end of the chain has been split, the chain ends joined, and then the link has been silver-soldered closed again with a tiny jeweller’s brazing torch.

We wrapped her ankle in wet cloth to keep the chain off her ankle, and put a heat-proof board between that and the chain below the link that needed to be soldered. Those precautions in place, I was able to solder the link closed without burning her. (*)

We’re both slightly in shock that we actually did it but feeling decidedly happy that we did. …

Our Kinky Blog

Amazing what some Dom’s can do during lunch hour:

We parked at a nearby bank parking lot and I turned My full attention to pets clit. she was delirious with the number of orgasms crashing into her one after the other. pet is getting better at obeying Me when I tell her to keep her hands off of Mine when things begin to get too intense for her. In the past, she has attempted to wrestle My hands out of her pants to stop Me but not as of late. she understands that this is all for My ammusement and her pleasure. To stop Me is to refuse to accept the orgasms that I am here to deliver to her.

When she had taken about all of this that she could, her eyes were shut and she was just in “that place”. she whispered to Me, “Master, please hurt me.” I pinched her clit with all that I had and at the same time grabbed her hair and pulled it back sharply over the back of the seat. pet later told Me that she felt she was pulling her head away in an attempt to make it hurt even more. All she could do at that moment was whimper which I absolutely love to hear. I released her clit and began pulling and twisting her nipples. Then, I leaned over and sucked hard on one and bit it till she screamed. I sat up and slapped pet a few times…okay, maybe more than a few times. Somewhere in it all, she left Me…just drifted away into that place that she goes to be really quiet despite anything I might do to her. I used to ask her questions when she was in this place but she recently told Me that trying to talk at those moments was a struggle and was very confusing. Therefore, I simply held her and kissed her while she floated around. At some point she got a confused look on her face and whispered, “Master…?” “Yes, My pet.” “Where are you Master? I can’t find you…” I pulled her close to Me, held her head on My shoulder and put My lips to her ear. “Master is right here, pet. I am holding you and will not let you go. Can you feel My arms around you pet? Can you feel your Master holding you and keeping you safe? Do you know that you are Mine and that I will never let you go, pet? Do you know that I am your Master?”

The sound pet made could only be described as cooing. She pulled Me close and stayed quiet for a few minutes more before opening her eyes and trying to adjust to being once again only in a car parked in a bank parking lot. There was one things more she brought back from that place…the most contented smile I believe I have ever seen on pets face.

My Pet’s Master

It is always good to find a couple blog. From one of several entries about their very intense “play contract weekend:”

Sir let me rest for an hour or so, and then it was time for the grand finale of our play contract weekend: full body plastic wrap. He led me into the bedroom and took off my cuffs and collar. He positioned a 6ft bar against my back and started wrapping. Around and around and around he wrapped, tighter and tighter. First my legs, my waist, my arms, my breasts, my neck, and finally my face and head. He left my mouth and nose uncovered so I could breathe, but he covered the rest of my face and head with plastic wrap. I was completely immobile. I could shuffle my feet a little, but that was it. He put the red collar around my neck when he was finished.

While he was wrapping me up, Sir positioned the Hitachi on my clit and had me close me legs around it to hold it in place. When I was totally wrapped up, he turned it on. It felt so good, the vibrations. I tried to wiggle around to avoid the direct stimulation, but I couldn’t move in my plastic cocoon. He cut holes around my breasts to free them and clipped on the nipples clamps. The stimulation from the Hitachi and nipple clamps was too much and I came. Sir held me up as the orgasm shook my body. After several more orgasms, he cut me free and we spent the last hour of the contract resting together.

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