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Archive for July, 2015

Moving In

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 28, 2015 by

Things have been kind of hectic lately, but also kind of really awesome at the same time.  Long story short, Garnet is sort of moving in with me.  ”Sort of”because my house is tiny and not a great amount of space for more than one person, and also because they have other options for places to stay and will probably be doing that some of the time.  But we’re spending lots of time together and also working on getting back to where we were with D/s before everything became super chaotic last summer.  Also, I’m working a lot and have written some guest posts for Submissive Guide.  So there’s a lot going on, but the majority of it is good stuff.

So with the living situation, and the D/s situation, masturbation has seemed complicated to me.  I haven’t really been on a masturbation schedule since before I started on mymeds, but I’m supposed to let Garnet know if I’ve jerked off.  But I feel weird, like, furtively wanking in another room if they’re home…and possibly even more weird just doing it when they’re right there.  I brought this up the last time I felt like masturbating, and they laughed.  I asked if I could jerk off, and they said “Of course.  You can also ask to be fucked, you know.  I know sometimes just jerking off is what you need…”

“Um…would you be interested in fucking me, Sir?”

“What do you want?” they asked.

“Fingers?”  I said.  Finger fucking is, of course, one of my favorite things.  They agreed and I wriggled out of my pyjamas and laid down.  They stroked my bits, then slid their fingers over my clit, teasing and warming me up before pushing their fingers inside me.  Once they were in, they gradually increased speed and pressure, making me squirm and moan and try to push against them, trying to get more.  I felt so yummy and filled up, and as they fucked me they asked how it felt, if I liked being filled up and used.  Of course I did.  I felt like their toy, a plaything to be fucked and opened and filledinwhatever way amused them most.  I felt so much like a toy, in fact, that I was starting to wonder if it made sense for me to actually get off while this was going on.  I held up the Form 2.  ”Um…Ifeel kind of selfish asking this, Sir, but may I use this?”

They smirked, “You know I like feeling you clench around me when you come.”

“Oh, yes,” I said, “I guess even dolls and playthings get to come when their owner wants them to, huh?”  They nodded encouragingly, and I held the vibrator to my clit.  Everything felt amazing, but I just wasn’t getting there.  They asked if I needed to switch to the Hitachi and I nodded, they picked it up and pressed it against me, flipping the switch.  They started playing with where they put it, teasing the almost-too-sensitive head of my clit.  I must have made a sound or a face orsomething then, because they stopped and asked what I needed.  ”Could I hold the Hitachi, please, Sir?  Just so I can come once?  You can torture me with it after if you’d like…”  They agreed and handed me the wand.

When I did come (the first time at least), it was amazing.  My orgasms have been super intense lately and I don’t know why, though I’m not complaining.

They kept fucking me, pausing occasionally to slap my tits or bite my thigh.  It continued to feel amazing, and after a little while they had me get out a new dildo I’d recently acquired so we could try it out.  It’s bright and colorful, with a sharp curve, and it’s kind of…pokey.  It was hard to take it very deep, as the end was pokey enough to actually hurt, so they pulled back, rocking the tip against mygspot.  They worked mygspot and pressed the Hitachi to my clit, and I came more, until I lost count of the orgasms.  Finally, I was gasping that I felt like I was going to squirt, and they pulled out the dildo and pressed down with the Hitachi.  I cried out as I squirted, not really noticing or caring that I was just laying on the bed with no Fascinator or even a towel under me.  When it seemed like I was done squirting, they shifted the wand and suddenly even more liquid was pouring out of me, splashing against the bed, and Garnet was laughing delightedly.  ”You totally just pissed the bed!” they said when it was over.

“What?  Did I?” I asked.

“Yeah, can’t you smell that?”  They were grinning.  I sniffed.  It definitely smelled like pee, and the second rush of liquid had felt distinctly different from the first, when I’d definitely beensquirting.  I was laying in a puddle of my own piss.  And I’d come so much that I wasn’t sure I could move.  Garnet laughed at me more, telling me how dirty I was, what a slut.  They examined the bite mark bruise that was already coming up on my thigh.  I love bruises from their bite marks.

And, of course, I have to write about it here every time we play or have sex.  Which includes writing about pissing on the bed, and myself, which is maybe causing me to blush right now.

Like I said, there’s a lot going on right now, but so much of it is good.

The con with no good classes…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 15, 2015 by

Usually, in July, Garnet and I go to a con.  In the past, we’ve mostly gone for the classes, and learned lots and lots.  Doll play stuff, sutures, self-aftercare, first aid, and much more.  But this year…there just wasn’t much of anything.

I mean, classes happened, but most of them were either really basic or stuff neither of us was interested in.

And yet we had a really good time.  I kind of feel weird about just spending time hanging out, etc.insteadof LEARNING ALL THE THINGS, but I really had fun.

Because of past issues with me not setting an alarm in time to make it to morning classes (which have been 100% my fault), we got a hotel room for Friday night.  Now, this particular event is at a hotel with an enclosed courtyard, and the courtyard gets used as an outdoor playspace.  And this year, we got a hotel room with a window that faced the courtyard!  We pretty much immediately made plans to fuck up against the window once it was dark out, which sadly ended up not working out because we didn’t want to interrupt the complicated rope scene right outside the window.  But the sex?  The sex was amazing.

They positioned me on the bed on all fours, and I was already so excited.  They popped my new gag into my mouth and fiddled with the strap, which was too loose.  ”Oh, well,” they shrugged, “I can use it as a handle.”  Then they grabbed the strap and twisted, pulling me back.  They were wearing the Share with their gorgeous dark red leather harness, and I was pretty much gone from the moment they thrust into me.  I’ve written before about “slutspace,” which is kind of a silly name, but it accurately describes that feeling of wanting nothing more than to be fucked, when all my thoughts focused entirely on being filled up and used.

Garnet pulled me back onto their cock, sometimes grabbing my hips and at others grabbing the strap on the gag.  I pushed back frantically, wanting nothing more than to be fucked as hard and fast as I could possibly take.  The way they pushed into my cunt, filling me up over and over, withdrawing to tease me and then pushing back in, fucking me so hard that involuntary sounds were forced out of me with every thrust.  It was completely delicious.  Soon, they handed me the Hitachi and I pressed it to my clit.  Now…I’ve written about thisheadspace before, and I’ve experienced it several times, but I don’t think I’ve ever really had an orgasm while in that state.  This time, it seemed like I was ready to come almost immediately.  I asked for permission, of course, and when Garnet said I could the orgasm fizzed through me and I was coming and coming and my toes actually curled and it felt amazing.  Garnet kept fucking me, hard and fast, with myface pushinginto the mattress and tears on my face from the overwhelming force and sensation of everything.  They pushed their boot into my back, which I would have loved to have felt more, but my neck and my stomach had decided I needed to change position.

They allowed me to flip over onto my back, and they took control of the Hitachi.  They grinned at me as they slowly slid the wand over me, still fucking me, playing with how sensitive my clit was.  They pulled the Hitachi down to press right against the head of my clit and I cried out andpantedand tried to pull away (though of course I couldn’t), and then just when I thought I’d break they slid it back up so that the vibration was a little muffled and I could be calm again.  They laughed as I writhed on the bed beneath them, pointing out how little they had to move the wand to switch from pleasure to almost-pain.  Sadly, after a little bit I had to ask them to stop because it felt like I was going to squirt and I didn’t want to do that on the hotel bed or their new leather harness.  A few moments after that they pulled out, and I lay on the bed, blinking, vaguely confused as to why I was no longer being fucked.

Once I had a chance to recover a little, I asked if there was anything I could do for them.  ”How about you give me head?” They asked, “we both always like that with the Share.”  I was extremely happy to comply.

They laidback on the bed and I knelt between their legs, slowly sliding my mouth onto the head of their cock.   I couldn’t take very much at that angle, but I stroked the bottom of their shaft with my hand with I sucked on the head and teased it with my tongue.  It was delightful, sucking and stroking them as they occasionally moaned.  I really wanted to take more  in my mouth, though, so after a little bit I changed position, crouching beside them while facing towards their feet.  At that angle, their cock slid easily down my throat, going deep enough to gag me a little.  I pulled back, then slid down again, feeling them slip deep into my throat until I couldn’t take any more.  They petted me and told me to be careful, and I assured them that I didn’t want to accidentally throw up either.  I took them down my throat a few more times before changing position again.

“I wonder if there’s room in there for the Hitachi?” they said when I paused.

“Probably,” I replied, and as they reached for the vibe I went back to sucking, bobbing my head and pumping my hand as they held the Hitachi.  I slurped and sucked, hard and fast and sloppy, drooling on myself a little, and their breathing started coming faster.  I angled their cock down towards my mouth as best I could, and one last time I tried to take as much as I could.  I gagged, and as my throat contracted they cried out, starting to come.  ”Don’t stop!” they said, and I went back to stroking and sucking and licking, as they cried out my name as they came.  I was having so much fun that it was hard to stop, but we were both pretty worn out.  I hope I get a chance to practice sucking them off again soon…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 1, 2015 by

I really, really like the Tantus G-Force.

Last week, before Garnet was going to leave for work, they looked at theirwatchand asked if I wanted to help them get off.  We only had, like, 10 or 15 minutes.  I grabbed the G-Force, they grabbed the Hitachi, and off we went!  I mean, I did start out using my mouth on them in an attempt to warm them up, but after a little bit they pushed me away.  ”We don’t have time for that!” they said when I tried to be all seductive and suck on the dildo.  So I slid it inside them, pushing hard and fast, keeping it angled up the way they like.  It seemed like barely any time had passed before they were wrapping their legs around me and their eyes were rolling back in their head, and they even called out my name.  I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever been able to get them off?

And they made it to work on time!