Auctioned (part 2)

Posted on | January 23, 2015 | No Comments

Last year m’Lady Tethys wrote me a wonderfully hot story for my birthday – as ey has done every year we’ve been together. It’s one of the most wonderful gifts I receive. The story I awoke to on my birthday last month, however, is a little different in that it continues on from the previous year. And it is even hotter, especially if you get to hear em read it aloud (er, you don’t get that – I’m keeping it for myself)! I strongly recommend you read the first part if you haven’t – but either way, it is with permission and with great pleasure that I share these words with you now. Enjoy!

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The footsteps crunching on dirt and stone were muffled by the cold daytime air, as though they were actually surrounded by a thick fog. Whore Cow 001 of Lambda Farm was grateful for the warmth provided by the cloak covering her otherwise naked flesh; the collar and ear tag were warming, but emotionally, not physically. And she knew that she would be even warmer soon enough.

Owner and property walked together along the long path. The greenery on either side of them gradually became neater, and more obviously maintained. Rough hedges appeared; the undergrowth became thinner. Finally they came to two rows of lampposts marching ahead of them towards their destination: slim metal poles topped by currently unlit enclosures, with four small half-loops of metal clustered together a couple of feet from the ground. Whore Cow 001 felt cunt start to throb, and then let down milk, at thoughts of what those half-loops might be used for. Her owner smelt it and smiled.

“A pleasing response, my property. And I’m sure the Consortium will be pleased as well, to smell how ready you are.”

“Thank you, my owner,” she replied, her voice quivering slightly.

A figure suddenly appeared on the path a short distance ahead of them. Whore Cow 001 didn’t remember it being there a moment ago. She allowed that maybe her focus had not been on the physical path ahead of them, and that it was possible that the figure hadn’t just materialised on the spot. On the other hand, she had heard things about the Drake Consortium, things involving …. things. Some claimed magick was involved; some said science. Some said both. In any event, the shape of the figure was not like anything she had heard of, let alone seen. Part of her became even more nervous, whilst another part tried to reassure her that her owner wouldn’t let anything happen to her that would lower eir property’s value.

As owner and property approached the figure, its surface features became visible: it was a tangle of limbs and holes, apparently eyeless. All the limbs were prehensile, and seemingly used for both locomotion and manipulation of objects. Some limbs ended in a small area of several short spikes, whilst others ended in a strangely crosshatched surface. Clearly it was a servitor designed by the Consortium to meet their specific requirements. Whore Cow 001 realised that her immediate future would surely involve encounters with more creatures such as these, for the amusement and delight of the Consortium. Not to mention who knew what creatures besides.

Finally they stopped within conversational distance of the creature, and her owner gave it a small nod. It moved one of its limbs in the direction of her owner in an apparent gesture of acknowledgement. Her owner spoke.

“I bring Whore Cow 001 of Lambda Farm to fulfill her hire as entertainment for the Drake Consortium.” Whore Cow 001 loved hearing her owner say “zero zero one”; she was first not only in time, but in her owner’s affections as well.

The creature made another gesture of acknowledgement, and reached down towards the ground. An iron chain lay there, heavy enough to be used to anchor a small boat. A limb end wrapped around it firmly, then yanked the chain sharply and effortlessly. There was a slight muffled thud, and then a section of nearby ground began to split in two, each half beginning to rise upwards from the point of separation. Two panels were opening skywards, stones and dirt skittling down their surfaces towards where they hinged with the ground. A flight of wide stone steps became visible, leading down into darkness. Or temporary darkness: as the panels neared the top of their arc, the steps suddenly became illuminated by a glow from something out of sight. Whore Cow 001’s ankles felt warm air flowing past.

Her owner lightly flicked the chain between eir hand and the collar around eir property’s neck. She felt it not only through the collar, but also through the two smaller chains that ran from the main chain to the rings in each teat.

“Let us descend, my property. I’m sure your arrival is rather eagerly anticipated.”

They made their way downwards, soon hearing the panels close behind them. The glow was coming from a series of lamps on the walls, identical to those topping the posts they had passed earlier. Some of the steps had been hewn directly from the rock; some had been moved into place from elsewhere. All had reasonably rough surfaces, insurance against becoming too slippery when they became coated with any water that might have been brought in from outside.

Several dozen steps later, they reached the bottom, a short patch of floor preceding a large archway whose intrados was covered in some sort of intricate pattern. In the archway stood a person, besides whom was another one of the creatures they had encountered on the surface. The person was covered from neck to ankles in black, loose-fitting clothing, cut in such a way that underlying body shape was difficult to discern. When they spoke to her owner, their voice was of medium pitch, conveying words in a smooth, moderately-paced rhythm.

“I am Seqrar. Welcome. We are all much looking forward to making good use of your property over the next few days. Your quarters await you; the servitor here will take you to them. From your quarters you will be able to browse and select some of delights we have available – a small token of our appreciation for making your property available to us.”

“Thank you,” said her owner. “It is my pleasure to both make my property available to such an august group as yourselves, and to profit well from doing so.” Whore Cow 001 felt a flush of pride at being such a significant source of income for her owner, and this in turn caused a further trickle of milk to flow down the inside of both thighs.

“She is fully prepared?”

“Not quite. There is one final thing to be done, which was to be done as late as possible.” Her owner turned to her. “Come!”

Cunt spasmed, and the trickle of milk became a spray, instantly covering the floor in a thin layer of wetness. Mouth formed but two words – “Oh fuck!” – legs gave way, and she flailed for something to hold onto. Failing, she collapsed onto the wetness. “Thank you, my owner. That orgasm belongs to you.” Her owner smiled.

“So it does. And so will every other orgasm you have during your time here. When your time here is complete, all of those holes of mine will be stretched and used beyond your training, yet will still be frantic to be used even more. And you’ll have become even more valuable to me. Do me proud.”

She nodded. “Yes, my owner. I’ll not disappoint you. I love you.” Her owner smiled.

“I love you, my property.”

Her owner handed the chain to Seqrar, and she followed Seqrar down the tunnel.

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e[lust] #66

Posted on | January 19, 2015 | No Comments

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Score!

Posted on | January 11, 2015 | 18 Comments

Unlike the majority of New Zealanders, I’m not a big fan of sports. I’m particularly not a big fan of rugby – I went to some games with family when younger, but if pressed I must admit to preferring cricket a bit more (the other big Kiwi sport). And I prefer roller derby most of all, probably because I know some players!

But despite not being a rugby fan, there are sports grounds everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. Handily, where there’s a sports ground, there’s a scoreboard:

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You can probably guess what field I’m at, yeah?

There were some people in the distance chucking around a ball, but that didn’t stop Kiana and I having fun…

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So first was the quick flash. Up top, photo, down top. But then Kiana suggested what might make for a better photo, and I got to fiddling with the (tiny!) buttons on my shirt. Well, why not?

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I gotta say, I like this one better. What do you think?

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We got a few scavenger hunt locations around this field – more to come!

Sinful Sunday

Scavenger Hunt Diamond

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Summer Love

Posted on | January 4, 2015 | 13 Comments

It’s hot right now. Summertime in Auckland mean inevitably high humidity, and only with all the doors wide or the fan going strong is it bearable – and it’s much more bearable naked.

Of course, sometimes there’s good reason to add to the stickiness (and nakedness). When Demeter comes over for a visit and declares that she’s horny? Well of course Apollo and I are going to oblige – not that it was an obligation!

Intimacy with Demeter has always been glorious. Her delightful pillowiness; the way her nipple tightens in my mouth; the taste of her in Apollo’s kiss. Her hands and tongue on me. Her laugh. Her orgasms.

With all three of us sated and exhausted, we sprawl and cuddle together.

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No, this isn’t new – it’s the intimacy of long loving and knowing each other well. But who needs to search out the thrill of the new when you can have someone so beloved?

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In other not-new news, this blog is now nine years old!

 

ETA: Selected as top pic in the Sinful Sunday Weekly Roundup.

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Blogaversary Number Nine

Posted on | January 1, 2015 | 3 Comments

How is it that Curvaceous Dee, the blog, has now been active, updating, and filthy, for nine years? Yes – it’s my ninth blogaversary today!

Click-throughs on both images. Photographed by Demeter. 

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Time flies when you’re writing about sex and relationships and poly and kink and long-distance and love and fucking, doesn’t it?

Some highlights of the year were:

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As I turn my back on 2014 and years prior, it’s time to head forward into the 10th year of Curvaceous Dee. What will it bring? That’s a very good question. I’ve been pondering the future of my blog for over a year now, and still have not come to any conclusions. It may be that I change focus; or mothball the site, leaving it available for viewing; or (unlikely) close and delete it altogether.

If you have strong opinions, now’s the time to share them!

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This is my ninth blogaversary. Want to see how I celebrated in previous years?

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Here’s to a great 2015!

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Intriguing Reading #87

Posted on | December 30, 2014 | No Comments

My irregular roundup of interesting reads, found from all over the place.

Content Notes: misgendering; emotional abuse

Eat It Up and Lay Wit It: Hip Hop, Cunnilingus and Morality in Entertainment: “Sex is a gendered issue, Y/y? In spite of near-universal agreement that sex is fun and feels nice, the backseating of women’s sexual pleasure is still a stubborn stain on our cultural fabric, and we can’t seem to get past the idea that sex is really for men.” (Madeleine Holden / The Pantograph Punch)

Why It’s Best to Avoid the Word ‘Transgendered’: “Referring to someone as “a transgender” can sound about as odd as saying, “Look, a gay!” It turns a descriptive adjective into a defining noun and can make the subject sound distant and foreign, like they’re something else first and a person second.” (Katy Steinmetz / Time)

A few resources on kink and chronic pain: “In kink communities, we don’t talk a lot about chronic pain. We talk about pain as solely sexy, as punishment, as desired. In general our communities want to spend time talking about fun, hotness, and desire, and are much less interested in conversation about things like oppression, illness, disability, nonconsensual violence, or chronic pain.” (Corey Alexander)

Abuse in polyamorous relationships: “You have to be able to leave, and your partner has to be able to leave in order for the relationship to be consensual. If your relationship is eroding that ability, I believe the best thing you can do for yourself, is to rebuild the strength you need to be able to leave. Whether or not you leave is always your choice, because your choice is really what this is all about.” (Shea Emma Fett / Medium)

Beards, Whiskers and the History of Pogonotomy: “But where once beard styles could last decades, the pattern in the past 10 years or so has been more towards months. That is why the endurance of the current crop of beards is actually quite interesting. Whatever the current, vogue for facial hair tells us about men today it is clear that beards, moustaches and whiskers are not just a quirky sidenote; in many ways they are in fact central to a range of important themes in history.” (Dr Alun Withey)

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Courtney Trouble, photographed by James Darling

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Slutwear

Posted on | December 28, 2014 | 18 Comments

When making my list of things to take to Melbourne last month, m’Lady requested that I bring a short (as in short!) skirt. While I have some very short dresses, a short skirt is unfortunately missing from my wardrobe – I tend to go for long and flowy. But that’s what friends are for! I asked Kiana if she could lend me one, knowing that when we’d been op-shopping recently she’d purchased an incredibly sexy one.

Handily, she had no plans to take it to the U.S. (where she’s currently on holiday) so I was able to borrow it for Melbourne. It’s was a great fit too, much to my delight – and to that of m’Lady’s when I got it out and put it on.

It’s short. And looks fantastic with my boots, too.

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(Click-through to see what’s on show.)

Even better than the front view is how it shows off my arse – there’s nothing hidden when this is on, that’s for sure:

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Oh, and can you imagine what happens when I bend over? Clicking through shows you …

Yes, this was a sexy and arousing wardrobe win. It is any surprise we fucked like demons after taking these photos in the back yard?

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For all that I’m not a fan of sex with shoes on, I make an exception for these boots. So hot!

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Nothing But Mouth

Posted on | December 24, 2014 | 7 Comments

I was having a sexy sweaty awesomely fucking good time with Hyperbius last Saturday.

(Hyperbius? Who’s that? Well, he’s relatively new in my life, and once we got through the months of casual flirting, serious flirting, expressions of interest, making out, testing, then waiting for results, we finally got to the naked-and-able-to-do-everything-we-want stage. About two weeks ago. It’s been glorious since!)

So. Last Saturday night we were having a very good time. And among the many very good things we did that night, I spent some considerable time sucking his cock (such a lovely cock). I am rather partial to having my mouth full.

And there was … something. This was new, and that’s why I want to write about it. For me sucking cock is often worshipful (most frequently with m’Lady and Apollo, but also with others). It’s also intensely satisfying for me. I blame this on thumb-sucking when I was a kid. I just like having something there, you know? Fingers, cock, clit (food, flesh) … it’s all wonderful and pleasurable.

So there I was, lying comfortably nestled up against him, my head resting on his belly, my right ear pressed into warm flesh. My mouth was positioned just right for me to use my tongue, my lips, and occasionally my throat to pleasure his cock.

Now being still relatively new to each other, we’re still figuring out what the other likes, appreciates, and gets off on. Hyperbius had his left hand running up and down my back, and occasionally touching the back of my head – all very nice. But I like a hand on my head, so I flailed reached for it and moved it onto my head, pressing it down.

Here’s where it gets interesting. The palm of his hand covered my left ear as he pressed down – so suddenly neither of my ears were exposed to the air. And that, along with the general feeling of my head being held in place, meant that my headspace immediately switched. I was a mouth. I was a mouth and a tongue and lips and there was a cock in my mouth and I was being used by the cock and all I wanted to do was be there, be used, be mouthfucked. I was nothing but mouth.

I was nothing but mouth being used.

It was just a few minutes, but it was amazing.

The rest of the night was completely brilliant, but that’s what’s really stayed with me. That feeling, those moments. My headspace. It wasn’t really sub-space, as I wasn’t in that place – but it’s as close as I can get to describing it. Or like rope-space a bit. Perhaps this was slut-space – that pure sensation of being used, getting pleasure from being used, giving pleasure by being used.

Whatever it was, it was memorable. And I loved it.

More please!

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Merry Giftmas to y’all! Hope the end finishes with a bang for everyone :)

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Intriguing Reading #86

Posted on | December 23, 2014 | 2 Comments

My irregular roundup of interesting reads, found from all over the place.

50 Shades of Non-Consent: Editing BDSM Erotica as a Queer Top: “At this point the guidelines for our “good imprints” have been whittled down until there is only one acceptable BDSM heroine. She cannot have any past history of D/s relationships, have ever engaged in casual play, or, heaven forbid, have ever been a Domme herself. In short, she is never a woman interested in BDSM. Additionally, she is an insecure girl who is willing to accept abuse if someone spit-shines it and calls it love. She is never someone I can see as a consenting submissive.” (Jennifer Hanks / Autostraddle)

On Enmity and Empathy: “To influence people’s opinions, you have to understand why they hold them. In this example, that means accepting that homophobes are not (generally) inherently bad people – most of them are just scared. They’re scared of being alienated if they go against their crowd; they’ve been taught that non-procreative sex is a sin and can’t get past that; they fear that being gay would relegate their child to a life of bullying and beatings; their only experience of gay people is big, noisy rallies which they found terrifying to walk past; and so on. It’s only by understanding their fears that we can hope to alleviate them and potentially change their minds.” (Sarah Rooftops)

The orgasm police: Why female ejaculation is one of the last porn taboos: “There is another explanation — one with more of a cultural angle — for why female ejaculation so rankles censors. As Kristina Lloyd brilliantly wrote in response to Spans’ case, “The BBFC’s ban colludes with the cultural default of viewing female sexuality as intangible and precious, as if the ‘enigma of woman’ was something beyond the reach of science.”” (Tracy Clark-Flory / Salon)

” Why Are You Poly People Always Yammering on About Polyamory?”: “Sometimes we get sick of rehashing our issues, too.  But the truth is that we talk about polyamory means to us because we have to.  We need to figure out what it means to us, because there’s no largely accepted definition that we can start with and then pare away details or add them to.” (Ferrett Steinmetz)

VD on the Radio: “Barnouw’s strategy, in other words, was to bury the lead. “He seduced his audience, got them to identify with a character,” says Nancy Guli, before revealing the subject. When Lena finally sees the doctor, she’s horrified to have to tell Joe the truth, but the doctor scares her with the dangers if she has infected him: insanity, blindness, paralysis.” (Andrew Parsons / Studio 360)

Kitty Stryker’s Illustrated Guide to Dick Pics: “Why are dick pics in the dark ages of selfies? One of the guys I spoke to said sadly, “well, vulvas and boobs have a lot of examples to learn from… there just isn’t a similar acceptance or love for dicks”, and I thought… wow, yeah, that’s pretty true.” (Kitty Stryker)

June Palmer (I think) – from my vintage collection

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Where Are My Knickers?

Posted on | December 21, 2014 | 18 Comments

While I love to be naked, if I’ve put clothes on then knickers are generally a part of the package. It’s pretty rare for me to be without them, be it beneath jeans, a skirt, or a dress (sarongs are an exception – fuck it!). So it was a tad strange to me to be out with m’Lady for a visit to Kinglake National Park, fully clad in skirt, singlet, socks, sneakers, sunblock and parasol… but without anything between my legs except, well, me.

Still, there were benefits! Like being able to flash whilst walking along the track:

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I may have been looking for koalas in the trees – but I’m pretty sure m’Lady was appreciating the view right in front of em :)

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There was an amazing waterfall at the end of that track. More photos to come!

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