From the heart, musings of pixie heart, Poly life

Playtime with Miss Kitty.

Now that things have stepped up with me and kitten a little bit, now that I wear her tag and she is officially my dominant, well we have started to have our little playtimes, just the two of us. It’s sweet and tender, playing to both of our ‘Little’ sides. But it leaves me knowing that she is definitely the one in control, with the right amount of pain and force that I love, but all the time leaving me knowing I’m special and loved.

One of the things I really love about play time with my Miss Kitty, is that there is normally a surprise. I will come home from shopping or my English class to find things laid out on the bed for me. Something to wear, a change of collar, cuffs, rope, and toys. The last play time we had was very special and full of little firsts, for both of us.

It was Kitten’s day off and I had been to the supermarket. I came home to find things laid out on the bed. My black lace baby doll, my thick purple collar, the 2 new paddles I had bought for my Miss, my clit and nipple clamps and some of our toys. Just seeing them laying on the bed, well it made my heartbeat kick up a notch and my nipples started to get hard.
Next to the toys was my unicorn stuffy, Stephen and under him the was a note. It said I should go take a quick shower, put my hair in a ponytail, with my purple ribbon, freshen my makeup if I wanted to, then make my way back to the bedroom, dress, text Kitten and wait for her to come and find me. I was to kneel or sit cross-legged, eyes downcast and my collar in my hand, ready for her to change it. Well, that is enough to steer me into action.

Dashing to the bathroom, I strip my clothes off as I go, remembering to dump them in the laundry basket and not on the floor. Then I grab a clean towel, turn the water on and the shower on high, stepping under the lukewarm water. I quickly wash myself with my banana body wash, check that my legs and armpits are free from hair, knowing very well that my pussy is hair free, as Maîtres took care of that last night. Turning off the water, I rub myself dry with the fluffy towel, then put on banana scented body cream. Looking in the mirror to check my make up, and decide all I need is a light lip balm. Then it’s back the bedroom, grabbing my hairbrush and speedily pull my hair into a high ponytail and then tie the purple ribbon in a bow, making sure it looks neat and tidy. Moving to the bed, I pull on the sexy lace boy shorts and the lace baby doll that Kitten has laid out for me. I drop her a text saying ‘ready’ and hop up on the bed choosing to kneel holding my play collar in my hand, eyes cast down, back straight, just how Maîtres and Babe have trained me to.

Kitten must have been hiding in the workroom because I can hear her making her way upstairs, then I can feel her eyes on me, as she comes to the bed. Tipping my chin up with her finger and taking my collar in her other hand, she places it on the bed, removes my day collar and places it on the dresser, returning to pick my play collar up and placing it around my neck, buckling it and padlocking it. Then she asks for my wrist, then ankles and places my cuffs on them then asks me to sit in my inspection pose. Still not making eye contact, I move to inspection for her, with my hands behind my head, back straight and legs open.

She walks around the bed, not touching me but, inspecting me with her eyes. I feel them burning into my skin, I can feel myself start to shake a little and I know I’m getting wet as hell. Then I feel a feather-light finger run from my thigh, up my torso, skim the underside of my breast, over my collarbone and under my chin. Tilting my head up and placing them sweet tasting lips on mine. A soft and gentle kiss that could only come from my Miss. It ends too soon, and I keep my eyes closed to savor it a little longer. I feel a sharp flick to my left nipple and a soft chuckling voice telling me to open my eyes and concentrate. When I open my eyes, I’m met with a lovely sight. My Kitten has become Miss Kitty, still the girl I love, but with an edge that I adore. She is dressed in a grey pencil skirt, white shirt and black waspy, and has definitely not remembered to wear a bra.

With a soft, commanding tone, I’m told to hold still, as my breasts are removed from my baby doll, and my nipples get pinched hard, and then my clamps are attached and tightened. Making me wince a little, even more, when she flicks them hard. Then I get told to remove my panties and hand them to her, knowing they are damp with my juices. Blushing I hand them over to her and the blush gets deeper when she lifts them to her nose and sniffs. knowing she knows how turned on by the prospect of our play is thrilling.

Then there is that soft, commanding tone again telling me to lie on my back and show her my pussy. She helps me lay back, taking a pillow and placing it under my hips and bum, raising my pussy up and closer to her gear eyes. By this point, I’m leaking like a sieve and all its going to take to make me come is breathing on my clit, sensing this, she decides to be nice and allow me to come before we go any further. She takes the purple bullet vibe and turning it on low, places it on my clit and tells me to cum, and god do I cum. Hard, fast, and completely. We’re talking squirting, shaking, and shattering here.

When it ebbs away, I feel a sharp slap from a paddle on my pussy, not realising that I had shut my legs tightly. she tells me to open, and I open my legs wide, like a good girl. Then I get pushed to lay on my back, so I can’t see what she is doing, but I soon find out as I feel my clit being clamped, having to bite hard on my lip as to not yelp as she tightens it. It is one of my favorite pains, but straight after a climax, well I had to bite so hard on my lip, it is bleeding a little.

She then orders me into my humble pose, but with a pillow under my tummy to make sure my bump is safe. Next thing I feel is the sting of the leather paddle on my bare bottom, then it makes contact repeatedly, over, and over. Making my hips sway a little, sending little shock waves through my clamped clit and pushing me forward, coursing added friction to my clamped nipples. Blow after blow, and with each strike, a little squeak comes from my mouth. Then as suddenly as they started, they stop, replaced by her finger running over the burning welts on my skin, running them round up and down the crack of my arse and the lips of my pussy. She pushes 3 fingers inside my hungry little cunt and stubs my clamped clit with her thumb and within seconds I’m begging to cum again, to which I get a smile and a yes. That’s when a shattering climax hits me again, a very wet one!

Then she has me turn, I’m laying with head in the middle of the bed and feet facing the head, she threads a rope through the ankle cuffs, and hoist each leg up and ties them to the headboard of the bed. She then goes to work cuffing my hands together and tethering above my head and to the foot of the bed. She massages some feeling back into my now unclamped clit while flicking my still clamped nipples. Reaching behind me she grabs our massive Adam dildo and the lube, and slowly at first, she starts to fuck me with it, then turns the insisted vibrator on and fucks me harder and harder. Making me beg to cum, refusing and then backing off again and then working me up again, and again, till I’m crying with the built-up need, then she adds a bullet vibe to my clit and tells me to cum. I do and again it’s a very loud and wet climax.

She then unties my hands, makes her way to the bed, hitches her skirt up and promptly straddles my face. I open her lips and start to fuck her pussy with 2 fingers and use my tongue and teeth on her clothes, which grinds and glides on my face, knowing how much I adore her doing this, but it still catches me off guard when she comes, squirting her juices all over my face. Collapsing to the side and pulling in for a kiss. We snuggle close for long minutes, telling each other how well we did, her saying how proud I make and my squealing with delight. But at the back of my mind, I know play time is far from over, and there is much more wonderful fun to come.

But I’ll save that for another time my darlings…

family update, From the heart, musings of pixie heart

Broken toes , round the sofa music and protesting.

Broken toes, round the sofa music and protesting.

I talk and write a lot about my upbringing in Ireland. It is something I am very proud of and only have fond memories of, for the most part. It wasn’t all happiness and fun. I grew up in the 80s and 90s, which was a know as the troubles. It was full of bombings, kneecappings. Fighting, conflict and hate. It was also filled with some of the most amazing things as well, the peace process, the healing and the rare old times, as my granddad would say. One thing that always burns bright in my mind was the music and the effect it had on me and the people around me.

My first real memories of music were either hymns sang at mass or the songs played and sung at home by my nana and granddad. Hymns where strict and ridged, or so you would of thought, but my granddad knew the rude versions and the wrong right words to to them. We got it to so much trouble from nana for giggling at mass. The songs sung at home, where a mix of Galic and English folk songs. Granddad had an squeak box box he would play and sing along to. It became known as the round the sofa music. That was played on birthdays, and we all danced round the sofa in my nana’s liviving room. A fine example is https://open.spotify.com/track/3u5NpNPMBH2yvFH9xY7QAI?si=2Gw2m91oRbmyNLgZsx7x7A.

When I got a little old I was taught to play the fiddle, piano and flute by my grandad, just not by reading music. This saw a shift in my musical education , I got to go to the pub with the men folk. I learnt about Irish pub music. Now a lot of you will think of rousing jigs and reels, and yes the was a lot of that, with the like of this https://open.spotify.com/track/3CeiAaccketdGMVcgzzxnK?si=JRSYWV0RRoewHbziLGKgsw But the was also a lot of songs that spoke of hard times ! That made me cry, and I’m not sure why, but they still do to this day. The best of which is https://open.spotify.com/track/7MNhqk7sBg5SmiimrJkKKZ?si=EZ1-D83nQV-HJcR7NxQGVw . I also have a lot of memories of my nana being outraged that I had been taken to pubs that had protesters in and the shocked look when I sang a verse of ordinary man. https://open.spotify.com/track/6tJ6bCzfrAZXjA9tKI9K9b?si=G5Em4dPWT_K_CUcXDYCbXw

When we move to the UK. I missed the music but tried to like normal and to forget my Irish side. But British pop music sucked and I got very into the wonder that is the chieftens a band my whole family adores and still do. The did very folky stuff like https://open.spotify.com/track/73ZueQ9WU6GBbo7oad5Yp2?si=mWZWXVhwQxCudbLr9zlJrQ and then very Irish pub stuff likehttps://open.spotify.com/track/0o16sIjjfhc2USqFhYSiHw?si=mIwXgAd_RHy8PA6tf-XOhw . The sort of stuff that you tap your foot so hard to that you brake a toe! (true story)

A so I arrive at today, loving Irish music and everything about it. The way it makes me smile, cry and want dance in one song. How it represents who I am and where I come from. I will leave you with a family tradition. If the ladies in my family go out drinking. At the end of the night the men are given hand bags shoes and glasses. We join-hands, lift up are voice and sing the parting glass, all as one! https://open.spotify.com/track/20TaREs9O69cWOp235J99v?si=uAt8UfOcQfmBleJ1b-DDdg

broken brained, family update, From the heart, musings of pixie heart

It’s just how we role around here!

It’s just how we roll around here!

I’ve been sat doing a lot of thinking while I’ve been packing to go away on a business trip with a kitten. But I don’t think we’re normal in this family, and I don’t just mean odd, I mean bat crap crazy and stranger than a jumper in July.

What bought this sudden realization to me? A conversation twitter about how I had pack 4 pairs of unicorn socks and 12 pairs of panties for a 2-night trip! But then I also have pack 20 collars, 3 stuffies and a massive tube of lube. I know I’m not normal, and I’m fine about, no really.

I’ve never been what you call ”normal” and from an early age I was labelled ”special”. As a little kid I thought that was a great thing to be, but as I got older I found out that ’special ’ is not such a great thing to be. I was, in fact, a very scornful thing and meant that you were different. It relegated you to the same place as black sheep, funny uncles and those sent to the sisters of mercy.

As I got older it got changed from special, to special needs and I was know to be challenging. Now I should say that my special needs, were nothing more than being dyslexic and struggling to learn my 3rd alphabet. The challenging part was a form of ADD and the fact I was from a home with 2 abusive parents. But I was seen as the problem and got told to stop making excuses and buckle down. But I simply could not do it, being normal hurt, like I was being squashed into a mould that was too small. It had round edges and I had sharp, jagged points. It led to me acting out, getting kicked out of schools and very nearly getting sent to a youth offenders place.

Luckily my nana and my priest (I know right!) saw that I was different in a good way. My Nana and father Michael went in and batted for me, somehow managing to get me one final chance. I got sent a PRU and got help and guidance. I learnt to embrace my quirks, funny habits and being different. I learned that yes I am strange, odd and special, but that can be good and beautiful things.

So fast forward to today, and sure I’m still that odd, different and quirky girl. But I’m doing good. I am succeeding, living a happy and stable life. Sure I could clean for Ireland, I freak out if I have to sit by a bin and have a break down if bird flys over my head. But every day I get up, I know I make people happy, make them smile and make their lives a little bit better. Maister always says I’m his special girl, and that makes me so happy and proud, and I’m ok with that!

Question time

Question time with the girls….. and Little Rara.

Up this week is the lovely human that is Little Rara. Submissive, party and event host, educatior and fabulouse human . Enjoy!

1) Describe your normal and kinky self in 5 words (5 for each)
a. Normal self – cheerful, energetic, strong, loving, extrovert
b. Kinky self – dynamo, masochist, social, submissive, princess

2) What type of submissive are you?
a. I consider myself a Warrior Princess Submissive. The term Warrior Princess Submissive was coined by Michael Makai. He describes this submissive as the wicked-smart, strong-willed, uber-competent, ultra-competitive, synergistic, switchy, crusader. She’s no one’s doormat, never a victim. She is a kick-ass submissive for the 21st century. Think: Xena, the Warrior Princess, kneeling at the feet of Hercules.”

3) Tell us more about you home dungeon? (Daddy can we do this in the basement of are new house?)
a. My home dungeon has been a labor of love. It’s been operational for 18 months and has changed so much. We now have a St. Andrew’s Cross, spanking bench, stocks, hard points, massage table, vac cube and a Motor Bunny. We have an after care area set up in a different room to give people a place to come down after scenes. The next step is going to be painting the walls and adding art work.

4) What sort of events and parties do you run?
a. Currently, I run several different types of activities. I have two monthly munches that I run. One is co-ed and averages about 45 people each month. The second is Ladies only and after four months we are up to about 20 people attending. I am an administrator for two kinky chat groups. Again, one co-ed and one ladies only. I host BDSM play parties in my private dungeon. I co-host a Poly and Power Exchange Relationships discussion group. Finally, I offer education classes at my dungeon. It’s something I just recently added. I began with rope but have plans to offer more in 2019.

5) What advice would you give to anyone new to the BDSM scene?
a. Take it slow. You don’t have to do everything at once. And trust your instincts. Kink is just vanilla stuff with sprinkles. The rules of how you treat people are the same in or out of kink. If you wouldn’t let your vanilla boyfriend treat you that way, don’t let a Dom treat you that way.

6) What do you do for non kinky fun?
a. What’s that? Haha. But seriously, even my non kinky fun is done with my kinky friends. I am a huge fan of Marvel, Star Wars and Star Trek movies. I also love going to karaoke with my friends.

7) Kinky role models? Who and why?
a. I have so many different kinky role models. My friend Kim has taught me to constantly grow and learn in my kink journey. My friend Haley has taught me the beauty and joy of rope and she makes me want to push myself in rope. My friend Maribeth has taught me that while we may sometimes bend, we never break. My friend and most recent Dom, Dave taught me that I deserve the best and should settle for nothing less.
b. My girlfriend Lucy has taught me so much about myself and my ability to give and receive love. She was an unexpected gift and I will forever be grateful that she said yes to helping me with a birthday surprise last year

8) Who in your life inspires you the most and why?
a. My daughter inspires me every day. I want to show her that women are strong and that she can do anything and be anything she wants.
b. I am also inspired by all the women in my life who have given me the gift of their friendship. They help me be a better version of myself. A quick shout out to Missy, Dara, Megan who I consider family.

9) Where in the world do you most want to visit?
a. I so desperately want to visit Australia.

10) What kinky things have you got in the pipeline?
a. My main goal that I am focusing on is growing the educational side of my R&R Parties and Events. I’m in talks with people to offer classes on kinky photography, negations, after care, massage and rope suspension. I want to increase attendance at my Ladies Only Munch. And I want to work on getting the Poly and Power Exchange Relationships discussion group out there and see where it goes.
b. But I also have a lot of kinky fun planned including my annual Kickass Kinky Birthday party in September. This will be the third year that I am renting out a local public dungeon and inviting all my kinky friends to celebrate with me. In addition to a rope suspension scene and my birthday spanking scene, this year I plan on turning my butt into a birthday cake. My friend will attach candles to needles and put them in my butt. Then once lit my friends can all blow them out.

11) What type of food you like?
a. I could eat Chinese food every day and be totally happy. But I also love Italian, deli, and American.

12) Guilty pleasures?
a. Cheap, trashy reality television. I love The Bachelor and Bachelorette. I am addicted to Big Brother. I also love to listen to music from Disney Original Movies like High School Musical and Camp Rock.

LittleRara is a bisexual poly masochistic submissive Warrior Princess who is an active member in her local BDSM community. She runs R&R Parties and Events through which she puts on private BDSM play parties, hosts a monthly discussion group on Poly and Power Exchange Relationships, and offers educational classes on rope, negotiations, aftercare and more. Her kinks include rope suspension, impact and needles.
Want to learn more about LittleRara?
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family update, From the heart, musings of pixie heart, Poly life, Uncategorized

Myth Busting – Poly and swingers’ addition.

 

So, I have a little bit of a bee in my bonnet of late about people judging me and my ‘poly ‘family’s life style choices. I think its more of a ‘oh well this is my experience of poly, so yours has to be the same’, sort of thing. But it has me thinking about the myths and bull squirt that surround the whole Poly / Swinger lifestyle. So, I put it out to the wonder that is kinky twitter and as always people jumped in to help! So, lets bust this myth in the bum, shall we?

“Polyamory and Swinging are the same thing.”- So I thought I would start with the sort of elephant in the room. Swinging and Polyamory are not the same thing. They have an awful lot of things in common, but also some aspects are very much not the same. If you look at it, the term means, then it sorts of bust the myth on its own. Polyamory is the ability to love more than one person at the same time. Swinging, is when either single or people in a committed relationship, are non-monogamous sexually. But there are a lot of grey areas and a lot of overlap. But I guess like all relationship and dynamic, they are both special and unique. They take a lot of trust and love to enter into and are not for everyone. There are those who say that swingers are out for sexual gratification and that all Poly people are in it for love and commitment, but again that is not true either. I personally know one swinger couple that have been together and had the same play partners for 15 years. What I personally hate is how both groups judge each other, it is just plain stupid. We cannot again try to get on and support each other and our lifestyle choices then, how the flip should other normal people begin to try and understand.

‘You will sleep with / fuck / play with anyone.’ – This is the thing I find really insulting. I personally am fussy about who I play with, as is Daddy and the girls. Thinking about everyone I know in the lifestyle, they are picky. My friend Amma, well she goes as far as running background checks on her partners. What I do know is that people in both worlds are very hot on protection, personal safety and consent, so that to me is a big Plus!

‘All they really do is cheat on their partners.’ – Palm forehead! I have been poly for 17 years and I can hand on heart say, that I have never cheated on any of my partners. I’ve been cheated on, by my ex, but he was a! $%£”^!. We as a poly family, tell each other who and when we play with others away from the family. We also have very clear guidelines on what cheating would be, basically anything we would not let the others do, without telling the rest of us. Lol we always talk, are open and honest. Maîtres says sometimes we talk things to death. All this boils’ down to, for us at least, is that there is no cheating if we all know what is going on, we are all happy with that and we don’t hide things from each other.

‘All swinger / poly is bi-sexual.’ – Again massively wrong! I am bi, but I would be bi no matter what, if it meant I was with just one person or many. Maîtres is poly, but he is not bi. If we play with another guy, then he will watch or sort of tag team. But I know a lot of poly groups that they both only find opposite sex partners attractive and they only have them as partners.

‘We hate monogamous people / want to convert them all.’ – This makes me angry as flip. It’s like saying all gay people are trying to convert all straight people. (Yes, I know some stupid people think that). I for one think if you are in a committed monogamous relationship, then wow! Like I would if you were in a committed poly. I think commitment is sexy AF! But thinking that just because someone is poly or swings means that they think everyone should be just plain dumb and rude.
‘We fancy everyone.’ – Oh the amount of times I’ve heard this! Its like saying that all women fancy all men. Its physically imposable to be attracted to everyone. Everyone has a ‘type’ and that still happens if your poly, swing, your bi, straight, or gay.

‘Everything we do is sexual.’ – Again, dah no! If we made everything sexual, I for one would be very board, get no work done and be homeless! Poly and swingers alike do normal things like cleaning the loo, cooking dinner, and paying the bills. Its not like a big shiny porn thing where the woman cleaning the bath ends up fucking the gardener. We are normal people too!

‘If your poly or a swinger, it’s never cheating.’ – Like hell its not! I know damned straight that if I was to fuck someone behind my husbands back or any of the girls then it is cheating. We, as do all Poly and swingers, have rules around about playing or fucking other people. Just because you have more than one partner does not mean that you are a cheater. My rules for other people are never do anything without the others knowing, always tell Maîtres where and what I am doing and never bring someone home without talking to the rest of the family. What I think this says about both communities is that we have the ability to trust and can communicate our feelings in a very grown up way.

‘We never get jealous.’ – Bull squirt again. Jealously is a very basic human feeling and all humans feel it at times. If you don’t, then you’re a bloody machine and lying about being human. I have 3 male partners and 3 female partners, and sometimes I get jealous about who is spending time with whom. One male partner is LDR and I get jealous about the women he might be seeing. I get jealous of Kitten seeing her ex. I even threatened to pee on Maîtres because his PA kept trying to be over friendly. But unlike normal people, if we get jealous we talk about it. See we are awfully grown up about things!

‘You don’t really love someone if you want to be with others.’ – Groan, Really!!! Well I love all my partners and I am committed to all of them. Hell, I would marry Kitten if I could. Love and life do not conform to stereotypes and normality is a myth in my mind!

‘All they do is have orgies.’ – As if! Dear Lord, not even orgies are what people think they are. I personally love when I get a little one on one time with a partner, its extra special. I would also like to point out a lot of the ‘orgies’ we have are just normal sex. People fart, stub toes, get cramp or sneeze like everyone else. We just do that with more people at once. Not all Poly people have more than one person at a time and a lot of swingers don’t like the whole swingers party scene. Its each to their own.

Well I hope that busts a few myths people!

Pixie x

Masturbation Monday, musings of pixie heart

2 am ……

2am…

I should be asleep, I know that I should, but that doesn’t help the fact I’m not. I woke up 30 minutes ago, needing to pee and then made the mistake of checking twitter. Yeah, I know there is always someone I know either having a break down, pondering the meaning of life or drunk tweeting, but I still looked and got sucked down a rabbit hole of a question about knots!

Thinking about being tied up always gets me feeling frisky and then I get extremely horny, leading to me having to surf Pornhub in the hope of finding something to have a wank to. But that’s not helping, everything seems so tame and dull. Or it might be that I have a real man next to me at 2am for once, because your weeks of working nights are over. But I feel guilty even think of waking you up because I got myself horny. But then again you would just bite my neck, flip me on my tummy and fuck me, well that’s what you do. But my silly submissive brain can’t or won’t just wake you up.

Instead I try curling myself into a ball, thinking of fluffy unicorns and go back to sleep. But then you turn on your side, fling a leg over my hip and an arm across my chest. Grabbing a handful of boob while you’re at it. I let out a strangled groan at that. How do you find ways to torture and tease me in your sleep? Well two can play that game buster!

I decided to stretch my legs out, arching me back a little and thrusting my butt back in to your groin, deliberately wiggling a little. But that just makes you grip my boobs tighter and pull me closer to you. so, I wriggle my butt harder, more of a grind. Well that wakes you and my favourite body part is up. So, I grind a little harder and arch my back more, pushing my boobs in to your hand.

That wakes you up for sure. Your hand comes and moves the hair away from my neck and face, your lips contact my skin and your teeth sink in to my neck making me screech. In one fluid movement I’m flipped on my back, forced to open my legs wide, to cradle you between my thighs, your fingers plunging in to my folds, feeling how wet I am. Then your cock is nudging my clit, your tongue fucking my mouth and your hand mauling my breast. Then taking your weight on one arm, using the other hand you guide your cock into my cunt, making me gasp at the sudden feeling of being so full and how tightly my walls grip your cock.

As you start to move I wrap my legs around you, using my feet on your buttocks to pull you deeper inside with each thrust. This is not a slow sweet fuck, it’s raw, animal fucking. The kind that I need. The sort that leaves me in no question of who is in control, who I belong to and what you want. I love every second of the rough, demanding kisses and brute force of each thrust. I adore that you know me so well, that you know when I need more force, when I want your hand across my throat choking me and adding to the pleasure of my fast approaching climax.

Then it hits me with the force of a freight train, and you follow right behind me. Cumming deep inside me. Then you’re kissing me and I feel your full weight on top of me, crushing me, but only adding to the pleasure of feeling small and loved. The rough kissing only adds to my want for more, as my hands find your cock and I look up at you with the shy, innocent smile I know will make you hard again. You flip over on to your back, taking me with you and acting as an open invitation to carry on. So, I do, and will carry on doing and till I have my fill.

Something tells me it’s going to be a very long night.

https://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-205/

Question time, Uncategorized

Question time tributes wanted!

Question time with Pixie and the girls!

So, I keep asking people to volunteer as kinky tributes to my Question time thing, but never actually explain, meaning nobody offers and I get crabby! So, Kitten suggested that I sat down and wrote a quick post about it! (ok so that is what I should have done at the start, right?)

Question time is something me and the girls I live with came up with, away of getting to know people in the wider kink/ poly community. Well I say me and the girls, but I think it may have been Maitsers idea since we are always asking flipping questions. The concept is, we find a willing tribute, send them a list of questions we come up with, they answer them, send them back and we turn it in to a fun interview / blog post. It gets shared on my social media, with shout outs on Instagram and twitter.

 

We have now also decided to do two types of question times. one with fun people we follow and one with businesses we like. The fun one will be silly questions, with the odd propping one here and there. The businesses one is more focused, so we get to know more about the company and what they do.

So, if you fancy having ago as tribute, give me a shout at contactpixieheart@gmail.com

Pixie x

#SoSS

#SoSS post – Instagram addition.

 

So, I have not done one o these in ages and ages, and I feel super bad for not doing it. I feel l am massively behind on my blog reading. But in my defence, I’ve been super sick and in and out of hospital. Not an excuse, just life! What I have been really loving is Instagram and some of the amazing creatures on there, so I thought I would do an Instagram #SoSS post. So here goes!

@_floss_84 – So I know the lovely Floss from the blogging and podcast world. But she also has a flipping epic Instagram feed ever. She takes her everyday life, entwines it with kink and a dash of little, and make beautiful things to look at. She also writes with passion and humour, at https://flossdoeslife.com/. She is also one of the funniest and sweetest people I happen to know, and its worth signing up to Instagram jut to follow her!

@theprincessrara. – Again, I know Little Rara from twitter and the blogging world, but she is also on Instagram. Rara is body, kink, poly, and sex positive, and it shows in her feed. She is a kink educator, sub and runs many kink events in the DC area of the USA. (I have begged daddy to let us go when we move). She is stunningly beautiful, sexy as hell and fireclay clever. But is a sweet, humble, and kind human as well and this come across in everything that she seems to do. Worth a follow, if you want to smile.

@strawberrymilkies – first found this lovely on YouTube when I was doing little space research. She makes great videos and always comes across as funny and sweet. I found her Instagram a few months back. Blown away by some of the pics she has. Again, always coming across as sweet, funny and with an awful lot of talent as a photographer. Worth a follow if you’re a little spacer or a CG.

Lastly is something I am very proud to be part of. The is a new page on Instagram called @littleelixermodeling, it is a kink modelling page. They had a call for models a few weeks ago, when I was in hospital. Daddy said I should apply, but with my lack of faith in my self half heartedly applied. Somehow, I got through to the second part, and was asked if I got which squad I would like to be part of. The are 4 squads to chose from , #Ropesquad for submissive and BDSM littles. #Mastersquad for all tops, CG a Dom types. #Leashsquad for all pets, puppies, and kittens. Then #Littlespacesquad for all the littles, babies, and cuties out there. As I identify with the sub side of things more than anything I said rope squad. Never thinking I would get picked, I somehow got pick! So, I am now a model! (Daddy keeps text people his married to a fetish model, the silly head) So what happens is we get sort of themes to take photos for. Are first one was something that makes us proud of are self. We can then go and chat about it on are little squad group chats. I seem to of landed in a group of the funniest, prettiest, and sweetest people ever. So I am giving my squad a shout out, all should be followed (please and thank you) are group admins are @lilweebgirl and @creepy_princess . my fellow models are @littlebabykaibird , @kittenxxsugar , @prxcess.jaylynn , @s.oymilk , @princess.honey.bear , @little.play.toyy , and @fawny.lil.baby . Go follow them and the page and show some support, for something that looks like its going to be an epic adventure!

From the heart

For @HisLittleRara

Today’s guest blog post is something a little different, in that it’s a collaboration between to people . Me and my wonderful daddy, Antoine Beaulac! he needs no introduction, so here it is

Do you ever have chats with your friends, that suddenly turn in a direction, that should be awkward, but they aren’t and just seem to naturally flow and become something very different? Something hot, sexy, and dirty as hell. That turn you into a wet, squirming mess in bed, begging two men to come fuck you and let them do god only knows what to you. Right that’s normal right? Ok, so I know that’s not “normal” but hell it’s fun when it does happen, well I thought I would share one of those times with you.
Maîtres: Little one are you sassing me and Alex? I don’t think you want to do that, do you or are trying to get punished? Hmmm, I think that might be the case. What do you think Alex?
Alex: I think someone wants a spanking and is seeing how hard she can push the Doms in the room. Lol
Maîtres: Is that right Miss Mouse? Well?
Mouse: Might be! Neither of you would do it though, it takes too much to get you to bite! FYI that is sassing you.
Maîtres: No shit Sherlock! I’m warning you Mouse, do not push me, or I will hand your punishment over to Alex, do you understand me?
Mouse: Like is that meant to be a threat? He would not know where to start! Sir is a big fluffy pussycat. Lol he would just give me lines or ban me from my stuffies.
Maîtres: Mouse! That is enough, or he gets control. Do not push me girl, do you hear me!
Mouse: You’re both big fluffy pussycats. Na nah na nah!
Alex: Someone is for it now! Lol.
Mouse: Nah ah! You’re both too fluffy and sweet and cute to know what to do to me!
Maîtres: Right that does it little one, Alex what shall we do with the little fool? Hmm?
Alex: So many choices…. Spanking…. Edging…. positions….
Maîtres: Needs to fit the crime brother. Such sass and back chatting. Needs to sting brother.
Alex: 20 on each with the hairbrush, to start. Then edging with hands on the bed for 20 mins. Sound good?
Maîtres: Clothes off little one, in humble on the bed and make sure the iPad is positioned so Alex can watch. Understand?
Mouse: Nope hiding! You won’t find me!
Alex: £20 she’s under her blankets or in the shower?! Lol
Maîtres: Open the camera….
Maîtres: See I found her under her blankets, didn’t I? smile for Alex.
*turns me round roughly to face the camera and starts to strip me of my clothes roughly. Pushes me on the bed so I’m kneeling with my bottom facing the camera. Legs open and showing my pussy to Alex.
Alex: Lol you called it right my friend and that is a very nice smile Mouse
Maîtres: So, what shall Mouse get as a punishment? Any ideas Alex?
Alex: Oh, the possibilities are endless, such sass needs a fitting punishment.
Maîtres: Shall we ask Mouse?
*tosses mouse her phone*
Alex: How about the hairbrush?? Then you eat her out till she is about to cum, then back off, over and over, till she’s crying and begging to cum. She must keep her hands on the bed the whole time!
Mouse: Nah ah! How is sassing you worth that level of punishment? Jeepers! Next you will tell me that Alex must watch!!!!
Maîtres: lol Mouse, you forget, I don’t allow you to negotiate your own punishments. Who is in charge here? I think Alex is right, but I don’t know if he wants to watch? What do you think my friend? How many strokes brother?
Alex: 25 on each should do it and edging 10 times should do it
Mouse: Hey! He doesn’t get to choose about my butt and the blinkin’ hairbrush!
*giggling and sticking tongue out at Maîtres and Alex *
Maîtres: You’re right Mouse, he doesn’t, but I do, and I have decided to ask Alex’s advice.
Alex: Just asking my friend, did she tell you she’s been calling you ‘The Frog?’
Maîtres: No! lol oh little one you’re in so much trouble now. Get in humble now, arse to the camera and show Alex how well you take your punishment for me.
*hairbrush in hands, one strike after another landing on my upturned butt. I’m counting and saying thank you, but reach for my phone*
Mouse: Please Maîtres, please I need you!!!!!
Alex: Does somebody need punishment again, do they little one? What’s the matter, too much for that bum? Lol yeah right.
Maîtres: ROFL! Dude! What’s wrong Miss Mousey? Too much? Or is it making you wet? Come on Princess.
Mouse: No shy! Not telling you, I’m going to hide again.
*Drops hairbrush, grabs hold of me before I can move, plunging a finger into a very wet pussy, making me whimper and hide face in hands.
Maîtres: Oh, look here, someone is horny from a spanking! Oh, dear Mouse, looks like I need to show you how to behave again now. Alex, what shall we try this time?
Alex: Tell us what you’re thinking right now?
Mouse: Nah ah! Not happening?
Maîtres: Oh, come now little one! Tell Maîtres what you’re thinking, and I might let it happen. Or shall we get Alex to guess? 5 more for each wrong answer?
Alex: Ha-ha! Fluffy bunnies? Unicorns and rainbows? McDonald’s?
Mouse: No silly head! Still not telling.
Maîtres: Mouse, you will use your words and tell me and Alex right this minute. Do you understand me?
Mouse: Yes Maîtres. I was thinking about Alex’s pierced nipples.
Alex: Just my nipples? Oh, or do you mean the work out thing we spoke about?
Mouse: Nah ah! Can’t say to shy!
Maîtres: Use those words baby girl!
*turns to stare at Maîtres, first time he has ever called me baby girl. Makes me nearly cum on the spot*
Mouse: Yes, and how they would feel on my back as you fucked me up the arse and how your hands would feel on my boobs and clit.
Maîtres: You want to fuck Alex little one? That’s all?
Alex: I think there is more! Blown away by this little gem though!
Mouse: I want Maîtres to watch, as you fuck me hard from behind, make me cum and for Kitten to go down on him, while he watches.
Maîtres: Well done baby girl. What else?
Alex: Fucking hard as steel here! Lol
Mouse: Nah ah! Can’t!
Alex: Come on little one, use those words? You want to make Maîtres and me, proud, don’t you? Use those words.
Mouse: I want to ride Maîtres cock and I want your cock in my arse, to feel your piercings on my back and I want to be fucked without mercy.
Maîtres: What a lovely idea that is! Good girl, keep going?
Alex: Fuck me! You’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you?
Mouse: I want Alex’s tongue on my clit, Kittens on mine and I want to make her scream. I want you to tell them what to do to me and I want to be made to beg.
Maîtres: Do you think we should allow that Alex? Do you think my baby girl should be allowed to have some fun with me and you?
Alex: I think your girl would like an empty hotel room and you and me tag teaming her.
Maîtres: Brother I think you’re right! Little One would you like that? What would you like to do?
Mouse: Can’t say, shy and hiding!
Alex: Little one, I want 100 words of what you want to do in that hotel room, right here in messenger, right now.
Maîtres: Do it girl, right now!
Mouse: I want to meet you both at the door on my knees, I want you to put on my lead, to crawl to the bed. I want to be made to serve you both and made to beg. I want to be spanked, flogged, and punished. I want to ride both of your cocks and in the arse. I want to cum over and over again, then made to clean both your cocks. I want pain, I want to be made to submit and to serve.
Alex: Fuck! Good girl!
Maîtres: That’s a girl! So proud of you. Shall I move to edging her a little or should she be allowed to cum?
Alex: Edging! If I was there I would fuck that tight pussy and eat that clit, to the point of cumming and then back off. To keep doing that over and over, until it gets painful and then ruin her.
Maîtres: Shall we try and make that happen soon little one? Would you like that?
Mouse: Yes, please Maîtres, please! Promise!!
Alex: I think I need to look at flights for a long overdue visit, don’t you think Tony?
Maîtres: I think so my friend! She is squealing at the idea. Brother going to sign off for a while, I think a certain baby girl needs some attention!
*spend the next 2 hours sucking, fucking and everything in between*
Maîtres: Brother, she’s sleeping on my chest right now, but THANK YOU! Someone turned into a little hell kitten after that! Jesus, she’s not going to be able to walk in the morning!!!
Alex: Pleasure brother! I enjoyed it a lot, watching her was epic my friend!
Maîtres: We must sort that visit out lol. It’s also the first time she’s let me call her baby girl. Fuck man!
Alex. Defiantly my friend.
Maîtriser: Going to have to leave it here, for now, someone is sucking my cock, again!

Masturbation Monday, Poly life

Afternoon itch….

Afternoon itch….
Do you ever get to a point, say mid afternoon that you’re just plain fucking horny? Well I do, alarmingly often these days. Being pregnant has sent my libido into overdrive lately. I get to nap time and it hits me full force, the tiniest thing makes me horny, to the point I normally have to make a desperate plea Maîtres be allowed to play and cum. It starts as a slight throb of my clit; my pulse picks up a little. I get a hot flush spread through my body, creeping slowly upwards and outwards warming my cheeks, flushing my breast, and turning my nipples to rock hard burning little nubs. The throbbing of my clit gets stronger and stronger, to the point of hurting. My breathing hitches up, I start to shake and feel like I would cum if I sneezed. It leaves me dripping wet and I am having to change my panties 2 or 3 times a day.
Another thing that seems to have happened is that I have gone from extremely submissive, to even more submissive. Not in a bad way, well I don’t think so. In a wanting to serve Maîtres and my other Dominates and big. To be used to bring them pleasure, without any regard for my own wants or needs. I want to be used, fucked, and make them cum.
This is what happened yesterday. I had watched Steve mowing the lawns in just shorts, no top and sweating with the exertion. The throbbing started and was rapidly building, causing a cramping feeling in my tummy. All I wanted to do was sink to my knees and worship his thick cock with my mouth and make him cum, hoping he lets my swallow. The only drawback is I’m not allowed to play without asking Maîtres first. I got up out of my chair, grabbed my iPad, praying that he was online, that he was in a good mood and that I would be allowed to play. He was, he was happy, and he said to go play, please and cum, but only if I wrote about it afterward. Well, that sent a gash to my pussy and my panties were drenched.
Steve was back in the house by this time, and I was needing to submit, and he has a beautiful cock. I stripped my clothes off in record time, ran my fingers through my hair and checked myself in the mirror. Then I crept downstairs to the living room, dropped to my knees and crawled as quietly as I could to where Steve was, relaxing in the leather armchair. Getting to about 6 ft from where he was, I cleared my throat. Steve’s eyes shot open, and I think his jaw hit the ground and his cock got stretch marks with the speed it jumped to attention. I crawled up to him and between his legs, I could feel the damp heat of his sweat as I lay my head on his knees. Looking down at me, I got ‘what girl?’ nuzzling my cheek into his cock and peering slightly, I looked up through lowered lashes ‘please’. That was met with a nod of the head and I swung into action.
Moving to a squatting position, I push Steve up and into a standing position. Pulling his shorts down, letting his cock spring free, not breaking eye contact the whole while. I take his cock in my hands and give it a few slow pumps and kiss the head, licking the pre-cum off it. I know how Steve likes a girl to go down on him, I knew not to go too hard and fast at the start. To take my time, using slow, deli part movements. That he likes his ball massaged, a finger runs around his ass hole, but not in it. He loves a slight corkscrew movement, that he likes to go as far down your throat as he can, even when you gag because of the size of him.
It heats up the minute his hand finds its way into my hair, gripping tightly and taking over full control, as he blissfully fucks my mouth. He grabs my hands in his paw like grip, making sure I don’t ‘cheat ‘. I can feel my juices running down my thighs. I have tears streaming down my face, from the force he is now using to fuck my throat. I know I look like a greedy little slut and I don’t give a flying fuck. Harder, faster and the more turned on I feel myself getting, I swear I’m making puddles on the floor. Then Steve’s grip tightens, his breathing speeds up and his thrust becomes deeper. Then with a roar, he cums, sending his delicious, hot cum down my throat. Squirt after squirt, hot, sweet, and salty. I almost cum there on the spot.
But then Steve is pulling me, bending me at the waist over the arm of an armchair, kicking my feet apart. He shoves three fingers into my pussy, curving them so they roughly hit my g-spot, while his thumb stabs at my clit. His other hand holds my neck down, so I can’t see what is happening, just feel. Then in a commanding tone, I get told ‘Come girl, now, this second.’ Every contract, over and over as I cum, with a scream. It’s so intense that my eyes roll back in my head, and so total that I squirt so hard and so much that I feel it hitting the floor and my feet. If it had not been for his strong arm and the armchair, I would have been in a heap on the floor. I was shaking, sweating and not quite sure what was going on. It was only Steve stroking my back telling me I was a good girl, then I came back down to earth. Standing me up straight and showing his hand covered in my cum. Out of instinct I stuck his fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. Steve collapsed into the chair and we spent the next 15 minutes making out and coming back down to earth, which was almost as lovely as playing with his cock.
Sometimes I need to do things like this. They are not just acts of service and submission, but they are acts of bravery and empowerment. I knew what I needed, I went after it and got my reward. It takes a strong woman to know what she wants and an even stronger one to go after it. So what if I needed to crawl on my knees, ask a guy to let me suck his cock and to use me? I’m happy, loved, and safe. I have my right to live how I want, and that is as a proudly submissive woman, who is a little bad sass with it!

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