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Archive for December, 2014

Shower stuff

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on December 31, 2014 by

One of my favorite things is attending to Garnet while they bathe.

So when they asked if I wanted to help them in the shower, even though I’d just taken a bath, like, the night before, I was pretty eager to help.  I stripped and hopped into the shower behind them, my hair tied back to keep it from getting too wet.

I shampooed their hair, trying to make it as pleasant and relaxing as possible.  Then I pulled on the scrubby gloves and lathered up with the tea tree oil soap they like.  (Seriously, those scrubby shower gloves are, like, my favorite thing ever.)  I feel like I write a lot about body service type stuff, but without really articulating what it’s like/why I’m so into it.  The scrubby gloves in particular really emphasize it for me–it’s super intimate.  I love Garnet’s body, which is delicious and curvy, and I love the way their skin feels and smells, and obviously I love touching them.  But I especially enjoy doing things like that to give them a feeling of luxury, to make them feel good.  To take care of them.

I feel like I’m really terrible at articulating this, but it just pushes all my submissive and service buttons.

I was crouched by their feet, running my soapy gloved hands over their calves and feet when they indicated that I should give their bits some attention with my mouth.  I was very happy to do so.  I pressed my mouth to them, licking and sucking at them, feeling like I was being such a good girl.  They twined their hand in my hair, pressing me closer, while I sucked at their clit and they pushed and ground against my mouth, basically fucking my face.  They asked me to finger them, so I pulled off one of the gloves and slipped two fingers inside, pressing against that firm, textured spot inside them.  The sound of their breath and the occasional moanabove me encouraged me, and I was getting really into a submissive headspace, moaning and whimpering against them while I licked and sucked at their delicious bits.  (At one point I got so into what I was doing with my mouth that I completely forgot to do anything with the fingers inside them, and they smacked me in the arm and admonished me to move my hand, so I was maybe not a very good girl.)  After a little while they pulled away.

I started to stand and they pushed me back down to a kneeling position.  ”I didn’t say you could get up,” they scolded, and I apologized.  After a moment’s pause, they angled their hips a bit and began to piss, the hot liquid pouring over my tits for a second before they grabbed my hair and pushed my face back against their bits.  I lapped at them eagerly, drinking everything down until they pushed me away.

I was practically dizzy withheadspacey feelings after that, and it took me a second to respond when they asked if I needed to get under the shower spray to get clean.  ”Yes, please,” I said, and they pulled me to my feet and wrapped their arms around me while I stood for a minute until I was rinsed off.

It was all a really delicious experience.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on December 16, 2014 by

I have always wondered what would happen if I were living alone in a place that gets house centipedes.

Because I have a pretty intense phobia of them, and everywhere I’ve ever lived there’s been someone else to deal with them.  But now it is just me and my cat, and a lot of cellar spiders, and the occasional FUCKING GIGANTIC centipede.  And, like, as long as I can avoid them, I’m sort of okay?  Like, I don’t run out of the room crying, or become paralyzed with fear.  I’m kind of like “Oh dear, there’s an unpleasant thing over there.”  I still am pretty disturbed by the thought of one touching me.

(Though actually, as I’m writing this, it’s been over a week since I’ve seen one and so I’m less used to them and so I just know I’m going to lose it the next time one appears.)

So…Garnet and I took a class on edgeplay* recently, and there was a whole section about fear.  And I like fear…I mean, I wrote a post a while back about a scene where Garnet pretended to slice me open from collar bone to crotch.  Fear can be really hot.  But until I started encountering huge ones regularly enough to be pretty able to deal with it, my fear of centipedes was always off the table as an element in a scene.  But we talked about it…and I agreed that as long as no actual creepy-crawlies were involved, I would be okay with doing some fear stuff/mindfuckery that played with my phobia.

They had me close my eyes, and they swept a little leather tassel over my bare skin, telling me that there were centipedes crawling on me.  And I squirmed and whimpered and at one point started panting so hard that they stopped to check in that I was okay (I was, and assured them I’d be able tosafeword if I needed to).  It was fun.  And then they very convincingly pretended to catch a centipede off the wall and shove it inside me.  Which was both terrifying and weirdly hot.

Afterwards, they reassured me that it had all been convincingly faked, and showed me the leather tassel, and we laughed about the whole thing.  It was all really safe feeling.

Then they got out the Hitachi, and put a towel under me.  I actually made myself squirt with the Hitachi, which is pretty hard for me to do a lot of the time, because the feeling is so intense that I pull away.  And then they had me ride the Hitachi until I came, and when I’d shivered my way through a pretty intense orgasm they petted me and hugged me and assured me that I’d done a very good job, and that I was a good girl.  It felt really great.

 

*edgeplay, for those unfamiliar with the term, can be any sort of activity that’s especially intense/plays with taboos/flirts with things that are dangerous or that are limits.  Not even necessarily by actually doing the dangerous thing, but often by creating the illusion that it’s happening.

I still don’t know what I was waiting for/and my time was running wild…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on December 8, 2014 by

Clearly, I am a 15-year-old onlivejournal using song lyrics for post titles.

But so much has happened!

I mean, obviously the blog has moved.  Kinky Blogging is apparently run by some of the folks behind Submissive Guide.  And its main attraction for me is that they have zero interest in booting adult content.  So I will no longer need to worry about suddenly discovering my blog has vanished because Blogger decided to be an asshole that day.  So hooray new blog!

Also, I myself the actual person have moved.  I live in the same city as Garnet now!  Obviously, this is a good thing for a number of reasons.  Including the fact that the place I was living just got named the least affordable place to live in the U.S.  New cityis much more manageable in a number of ways, and I get to see Garnet more often!  I just need to find a job and I’ll be set…

…I’m also several posts behind where I should be.  There has been much sex since I moved.  It’s been pretty great.  And after taking a break from D/s for a bit (which was probably a good idea considering how stressful things were for everyone for a while there), I’m back on track with tasks and training.  Except for the part where I haven’t been blogging.  I even have a shiny new FetLife profile…which really seemed like a good idea, but FetLife is just not the resource I want it to be.  But I have a new profile regardless.

So blogging about sex!

While Garnet and I were travelling for Thanksgiving, we were relaxing in our swanky hotel room and I offered them oral.  I had mentioned earlier that I wanted to have sex when we got back to the room (hotel sex is generally awesome, and I always feel like I should take advantage of hotel rooms by boning in them as much as possible), but I was also sleepy and tipsy.  And it had been a while since I’d gone down on Garnet, and of course providing oral as a service while they do something else is super hot.  They smiled at my offer and pointed out that there were all sorts of things we could do if I’d rather, but I had made the offer because oral is awesome and they are delicious.  They read some comics and I spent a bunch of time licking and sucking at their bits, getting super turned on and enjoying their delicious taste.

Now that I’ve managed to actually move the blog, I’m excited to write more!  I also have time to write more, in betweenpanickedjob hunting.  So hopefully we’ll be seeing more of each other, readers!