Naughty Lucy's Cravings

For over two months now, all I've had are chicken cravings. Any time I can have chicken, I do. But I haven't only been craving for poultry though.

My latest sexual cravings are:

• loving, romantic sex, where we both cum at the same time.
  

• to be spanked. I want to be vulnerable, with my arse up in the air, awaiting each blow, waiting for the heat and the pain.

• to start wearing my collar again. With my collar secured around my neck, I know my place. My mindset changes and I know who I am and what I must do. I miss being His slut.

• to have all three of my holes filled. I've been fantasising about having a butt plug up my arse, my dildo in my cunt, and His balls in my mouth (while He jerks).

• anal sex. It's been too long since I've felt His cock in my arse. I want Him to fuck my arse. I want to be on top with His cock buried in me. I want to feel Him cum in my arse.

• to be restrained. I miss the feeling of powerlessness when I'm tied up. Having the control taken away from me *sigh*

• to give Him a blow job again. Oh how I'm missing having His cock in my mouth. And I want to start perfecting my skills....I am determined to deep throat without my gag reflex over-reacting.
  

And the things I've craving, but can't have yet?

• Getting my inner labia pierced.

I'm looking forward to the piercing itself. The time I had anything pierced or tattooed was over 18 months ago (my nipples). There comes a point with me, when I get that craving again. If I had the money, they would have been done by now.

It's not only the piercing I'm looking forward to, it's seeing what they look like after they're done. Playing with them when they've fully healed. And the possibility of Him locking them together as a way of masturbation control. Or His interest in stretching. I have to admit that I am curious about that and the use of weights.

• Getting my clit hood pierced.

We've decided to leave this until after my labia piercings. Mainly due to the fact that this will hurt more and take longer to heal. And unless He says that He wants me to get something else pierced, this will be my final piercing which will bring me to a total of 11.

Boy am I looking forward to getting this done! If my sensitivity increases for this, anything like it did when I got my nipples pierced, I am going to be one very happy woman! :-)

• Enjoying the use of a fucking machine.

And this is one I suspect I'll be waiting a fairly long time for, given the price. I will be the lazy partner of my fucking machine. I want one that does the work for me. I want to be lying down, or on hands and knees etc and have it fuck me. I do not want to be sitting on it or anything like that. I want to be able to use it hands free, with my hands only adjusting the controls, or playing with my clit. I figure if I'm buying a 'fucking machine' then, that's exactly what it should do, fuck me. I am a simple woman who is easy to please ;-)

But, as I said, given the price of these, I don't think I'll be getting one for a long time. Hmm....what big events have I got coming up that I could request this as a present? Graduating from Uni? Couple years away yet....would love it before then. Reaching my goal weight? I'm hoping to be there by Christmas. Do you think that 39kg's (85.9lbs) is an awesome enough effort/reason to buy a fucking machine? ;-) I can dream, can't I?

Pondering my (pierced) navel

I've been doing a fair bit of thinking lately (which is not totally unusual for me at all) and my mind has wandered to couples living together. Years ago, when I was a teenager, I remember listening to adult conversations (both in real life and on tv and in movies) and how the women would always complain about how the man never put the toilet seat down. I sat on this (pun unintentional I swear), and thought about it for awhile. And I still think about it from time to time (as I have done recently). And the conclusion I've come to??

I'm not one of those women. Every time I think about it, I come back to the same thing....
Are you fucking serious??? This is minor. This is less than minor. And I always think: "why don't you put the seat up?" I mean, you never hear a man complaining to his mates over a beer about this do you?

Man 1: Mate, you know how's there's things that piss ya off about Debbie?
Man 2: Yeah... (takes a swig of beer)
Man 1: Well Carol...(sigh) she never puts the toilet seat up after she's finished! (takes a swig of beer)
Man 2: Oh yeah, Debbie doesn't either, wish she'd learn...hmmpf

Yeah right! But seriously, if this is all these women have to complain about, then I think they should think themselves lucky. I don't know, I just think this is stupid. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't mean anything that he doesn't put the seat down when he's finished. And he has just as much of a right to complain about you leaving it down after you're finished. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I say.

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On a slightly different note, I've been smiling a fair bit lately, and this morning was no exception. I was at the Chiropractor's and as he was manipulating my muscles and sore joints he said "Now you'll let me know if I'm pushing too hard and hurting you, won't you?" I smiled (inside my head) and managed to say (without giggling) "Well, what with all the piercings and tattoo's*, I can't really complain can I?" While thinking to myself "You've got no idea what pain does to me!"


* My nose and ear piercings can easily be seen, so no explanation needed there. As for my navel and nipple piercings, well it's standard procedure to have x-rays done on your first visit. Coincidentally, this was also the first time since having my nipples pierced that I had to consider that they might be a problem. So what did Lucy do? Just before changing into the robe they make you wear I shyly (and quietly) said "I um..have my nipples pierced and can't take the rings out, is that going to be a problem?" Turns out no, and the same with the navel piercing. Mind you, they take the x-ray's and they're loaded onto the computer system immediately and shown to me. Imagine my shock (and embarrassment) at looking at my back x-ray and being able to see both my nipple rings and my cute navel ring. (Yeah, go on, laugh about it. I know you want to. It was only a couple of weeks ago, but I smile and laugh about now).

Friendly Kink

It’s funny the things we think about, what we mull over. What we spend countless minutes (hours? days?) thinking about. And there’s something that I’ve been thinking about….friends. No, not in a which-one-of-my-girlfriends-would-I-eat-out kinda way (this has already been established…a long time ago). But I was thinking about them regarding the whole to be or not to be (vanilla).

As you all know from reading about me, I’m not (vanilla that is). But my friends are, well most of them. I’ll talk about 3 friends in particular, and I shall call them P, K & R. I met them all within the first couple of weeks at uni. P is a few years older than me, and has just moved out of home with her first boyfriend. She is fairly short, with olive-dark complexion and black hair. P is very pretty. K is a year older than me and gorgeous. Blonde, nice size boobs, and great body, but not your stereotypical blonde. She first had sex at 14 and now lives at the beach with her fiancée. R is the same age as me (few months younger). She has big boobs (I’m talking E size at one point…slightly smaller now that she’s lost some weight), and although she’s almost finished her degree, she really is a ditz.

Now, are they vanilla? I believe that P is. Given that the current boyfriend is the first man she’s been intimate with (and for less than a year), I think she is. Although we are open with one another (she is my best friend), I don’t know that she’d tell me if she got into or tried more ‘raunchy’ things in the bedroom. P was the first friend whom I confided in when I got my nipples pierced. Her reaction? “OMG. Are you fucking insane? Really?” I laughed my arse off when she said that to me. “Umm…yeah. Of course”. Which was followed by some more OMG’s on her part and then: “So what, you just went on holiday and decided to get your nipples pierced?” This I laughed at too. (This holiday was a visit to Daddy when we were still living apart). She even asked if she could see them (which hasn’t happened yet). I told her she could, if that’s what she wanted.

Now K is the type of friend that you could tell anything to and know that she wouldn’t tell a soul. She’s also the friend you can sit up with til the wee hours of the early morning discussing topics that are as far unrelated to each other as you could imagine i.e. how to do anal sex the right way, so it doesn’t hurt and being a personal carer for someone’s who is dying. See what I mean? Nothing is off-topic, nothing is too obscure. She is a woman of substance and so true. I can laugh with (and at) her, and we have cried together. K is the one I have a crush on. I have since I first met her. She is the second friend I told about having my nipples pierced. She was somewhat surprised, but mostly unphased (she has other friends that have it done).

Back when I first knew K, she seemed more sexually experienced than I ever thought I could be (more than one partner, experienced a threesome etc). I was in awe of her and looked up to her. She was honest and open and if you got her on the piss and she was as suggestive as you could imagine (and as sexy as hell). She was the first friend of mine who admitted she couldn’t do without her vibrators, even when her fiancée was home. It was refreshing (and who knew that I’d turn out just like that too?). Primarily, K would be vanilla, but she’s definitely willing to experience and experiment with new things (situations, toys, lovers). I think she could be either a sub or Domme; she’d do well with both. I can imagine her being both my sister sub and at other times dominating me.

Now on to R. Although ditzy most of the time, you can have a conversation with her. And during my first couple of years at uni R and I were quite close (no, not in a I-used-to-go-over-for-sleepovers-and-we’d-eat-each-other-out kind of way), we were good friends back then. Back in the days when she hadn’t slept with anyone. I saw her through her first sexual ‘relationship’ (and I use that term loosely). And I saw her start the second one (much better choice than the first). Now she’s set to marry the second one.

I remember one night we’d had a pizza and DVD night and were sitting on her bed chatting away, reading Cosmo (as we all do). And we got to the sealed section (“oooohhh”). It was a list of like 100 things to try with your sexual partner. We went through it and I was surprised that from those 100, there was only a handful that I hadn’t done. She was surprised. Now there wasn’t anything too raunchy in the list, quite tame actually (if my memory serves me correct). I believe a bit of tying to the bed was mentioned (who hasn’t done that?) as well as the standard things like anal etc. R has a naughty side, which is mostly spurred on by others. She doesn’t like to be anything but normal, she likes to do what other people do. In this respect, I think it’s safe to assume her orientation is generally vanilla. And then I remember those drunken parties over the years, and some where we pashed in front of others. And that leads me to think that maybe, just maybe she’s not as shy or unexperimental as she wants us to believe.

So, in thinking about my friends and whether they are vanilla or not, I would say that primarily they are, but experimental also. I think about the type of relationship that I’m in now and wonder if I could ever tell them. I wouldn’t tell P, I don’t think. Why? Did you read her reaction to getting my nipples pierced? Well, imagine her reaction to me telling her that I prefer plastic cock to real cock. Or if I told her I love to be hurt and bruised, my ears tortured so much that the next day they are constantly throbbing (even if only a little). Or that when He has His cock in me, He’s not making love to me, or having sex with me, He’s not even fucking me….He’s masturbating in me. Somehow, I don’t think it’s probably the best idea to disclose that all to P.

Would I tell K? I don’t know how much I would tell her. To be honest, if I was drunk enough I’d probably think ‘fuck it’ and tell her everything (although that hasn’t happened yet). But I believe there would be parts that I would disclose and others I wouldn’t (at least until I knew what her reaction was to the other, more tame things I’m into). Would I tell R, no. She doesn’t even know I have my nipples pierced (a purposeful choice on my behalf not to tell her). Everyone would know if I told her. And we’ve since had a falling out and no longer talk. So no, I wouldn’t tell her. (Funny how not long after I started writing this, she contacted me.)

So where are all my kinky friends?

Daddy and His Little Girl

Daddy requested a massage to help ease his shoulder, neck and back pain. I obliged; anything to help Him be in less pain. I tried massaging out the sore spots, while also giving an overall pleasing massage. Between the bits that hurt I received comments like “Oh, that’s nice” or “Mmm, that feels good”. This little girl obviously did a good job…the massage itself went on for quite awhile and after he turned over onto his back I was rewarded with a grin and “How about a blow job?” Well who can refuse an offer like that? I know I couldn’t.

I got down to business as quick as I could. (Eager little beaver aren’t I?). I licked and sucked Daddy, and jerked Him while sucking on the head of His cock. I love being able to bring Him to full arousal just with my mouth. Mmm, the joy of getting Him hard, feeling Him grow in my hand and mouth. Tasting Him, teasing Him, pleasing Him. He was leaking. I gobbled down His pre-cum, savouring the flavour, loving it. I looked up at one point and saw Him watching me. I felt proud. And then before long, He instructed me “Get yourself wet slut”. I was still fully clothed at this point, and was feeling a little overdressed. Needless to say the clothes came off as quick as they could.

Daddy put His cock ring on as I lay down on the bed, legs spread, hand between my legs. His cock and balls look so much better when He has his cock ring on. I smiled when my hand snaked between my legs and started working on my clit. I was dripping already. There’s nothing like being told to suck and lick His cock to get me wet and ready. I LOVE doing it! He jerked His hard cock for a little, before climbing on top of me. His cock entered me easily, and soon I was full.

I continued playing with clitty. “That’s right, play with clitty”. I didn’t need any further encouragement. “I’m not fucking you tonight am I slut?” He asked. “No, you’re using me”, came my breathly reply. “That’s right”. I just smiled, enjoying the sensation of Him using my cunt while I rubbed clitty. It had been so long since we played. Daddy hadn’t been feeling well all week, and although I had been horny, I refrained from playing, knowing this was coming. He used my cunt hard, all for His own pleasure. I was furiously rubbing away as he used me, one hand between my legs, the other holding onto the headboard, never wanting this to end. He could see my hairy pit. He jerked Himself off in my cunt, looking at my hairy underarm. And then He came. Daddy pushed His hard cock into me, filling me. I was His good little girl. (smiles).

By this point, I was hungry. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I was diddling clitty fast now as He gloriously sucked and licked on my nipples. Pulling them up away from my body with His mouth. Squeezing my tits hard with His hands. I was in heaven (almost). He continued while also biting my neck and shoulders (Yum!) and with each passing second I was getting closer. “Come up here” I asked, wanting to kiss Him. Those hungry kisses I need. Those hungry kisses that tell Him I’m getting close. He broke away and moved to my neck some more and then to my ears. Nibbling my ear lobes, probing them with His tongue. Alternating between left and right. He moved back down to my nipples. And as good as that felt, it was taking me away from orgasm.

I was furiously rubbing my clit, wanting to cum. “Daddy wants to hear you moan.” God I love knowing He wants to hear me cum. He continued on my nipples, licking, sucking and rubbing His teeth over my piercings. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted Him to go back to paying attention to my ears. I wanted to feel Him nibbling and probing again. “Go back to my ears” I demanded, without a second thought. A few seconds later I added “please”. (I am a little girl with manners after all).

He moved back up, starting off with the nibbling. But before long His tongue was probing and I was being sent over the edge. I was moaning and groaning, rubbing clitty like there was no tomorrow. “Cum for me sweetie” I think He said at one stage, though I’m not too sure. It wasn’t long before I was grunting and groaning, rubbing clitty with abandon and cumming. I orgasmed long and hard, loving the sensation of his tongue in my ear. As I came back to earth I just looked at Him and smiled. “You’ve never had that reaction before.” He said. I just smiled again. What can I say when it feels that fucking wonderful?

Bondage

Your Bishop Bondage Position Now you're nice and secure. Do you think you can get away? You better be careful because it can get so much worse. How would you be tied up? Take the Bishop Bondage Test (only 4 questions)

I found this over at Thursday's Blog and thought I'd give it a go. Hmm...the thought of Him tying me up again...oh how I miss that. I miss how my tits look when they are all tied up. I'm sure it would look better now that my nipples are pierced.

Wonder if He would do that to me soon if I asked?



Lucy

Unco-operative body parts

Master and I were talking on the phone last night, and I admitted to Him that it's funny/interesting how acutely aware of my nipples I am, now that they are pierced. I mean, I've read online how it heightens sensation, but I honestly didn't believe that it would be as significant as it has been. Nor does what you read give it justice.

Prior to the piercings, my nipples were rather dull in sensation. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved having my breasts and nipples played with, but it was almost as if they needed some serious coaxing to come out and play. And when the did come out to play, they must have got bored easy, as they never seemed to stay for very long. When approaching an orgasm they come out to say hello and stick around for a little while, but as soon as the show's over, well....the show is over and they've gone home. This is something that I honestly wished didn't happen, but alas I had no control over it, so I just accepted that my nipples weren't all that co-operative.

Now, on the other hand, it's a totally different story. I don't even have to be doing anything sexual for them to want to come out and play. In fact, I don't have to be doing anything period and they decide they want in on the action (even though nothing's going on).

Where I live it's spring, and summer is very fast approaching. And over the past few days it's been close to 40 celcius (104 Fahrenheit, for those of you who don't use celcius). Needless to say, the air conditioner and/or the fan has been turned on (at home and in the car) to try and cool the temperature down. But, in the process my two normally uninterested friends have decided that if they get a brush of cool air, then something's going on and they have to be in on it.

Now, don't get me wrong, I haven't written this post to have a whinge, it's just surprising to me that's all, that even the slighest temperature difference or the slightest touch, makes them respond in such an immediate and obvious way. Like today, when I was out shopping and noticed that a clothing store (for which I have a store card) had a sale where eveything (including stock already marked down) was 25% off all day. I went in and had a look around and decided to try some clothes on. I was wearing a medium thickness bra, not real padded, but not real thin like lace, and as soon as removing my top, my little soldiers are standing at attention, ready for orders.

Last night, I also admitted to Master that I had been finger-fucking myself quite a bit yesterday. This isn't entirely unusual, but normally I just play with clitty when I have the chance. I know my new piercings are the reason for my sudden rise in how horny I feel, but until someone other than me looks at the situation (from an outsider's perspective), I don't realise just how much of an affect they've had on me. Master kindly said, after my admission: "They're getting you off, aren't they slut?" To which I could only reply "yes".

I can't help but feel happy about having my nipples pierced. I've gone from having unco-operative nipples, to having nipples like little soldiers that stand to attention at the slightest of stimulation. Yes, I may have gone from one extreme to the other, but this extreme, I think, is better than what I had before :-D

Lucy xox

Lucy's Twins

Well I finally took the plunge and got both of my nipples pierced (almost a week ago now).

Prior to me visiting Master, I had suggested that (from my internet research) because it takes about 6 weeks for nipple piercings to heal, I should get them done on the next trip and that way they'd be healed (fingers crossed) and ready to play with for the following visit at Christmas. He thought this was a good idea and was pleased that I had thought this through as much as I had.

I knew that I wanted it done closer to the end of the visit, but not just before. This allowed me to still be able to play with my nipples for the main part fo my visit, but also for me to get used to having them pierced before I had to come home. I knew that I would be in a bit of pain and that they would be more sensitive than normal, so I wanted a few days to adjust prior to travelling home.

It was delayed slightly due to tiredness and nervousness. Master was tired after a long day and went to have a snooze and woke up later (after the tattooist had closed) and remembered that we were going to go have them done that afternoon. I hadn't forgotten, but as we'd had a long day, I didn't want to push the issue and I was also quite nervous about having them done.

The previous day, Master had to go out for a little while, so I took this opportunity to ring the tattooist and find out the details (how much it was going to cost, was the jewellery included, how is it done etc). On D-day, we went into town, and as He was driving, I was mentally preparing myself for what was to come. Now, I'm no stranger to pain, I have more than one tattoo and 6 other piercings, but I just knew this was going to hurt.

As we're driving into town He says: "Have you thought about which one you want done more? In case the first one hurts too much and you don't want to go through with the second one?" To which my reply was something along the lines of: "No, not really. Because I know that if I chicken out and don't got through with the second one there and then, I'll probably never go back and have it done. So no, I'm having them both done, so it doesn't matter which one is done first."

So we go into the tattooist and look around the walls at all the tattoo options - we did this partly to look at what was available, but also because the staff were busy at the time. After awhile I spoke to one of the guys, telling him I wanted my nipples pierced and he asked when I wanted them done. Because I was as nervous as I was my immediate response was "Now." Which in hindsight, was extremely rude, and I felt really bad about that. He explained that now wasn't an option because of how busy they were, but if we could come back in an hour or so, He could do it then. At some point here, he asked whether I wanted a male or female to do it, and I said it didn't bother me. I said okay to coming back later and that's when we left and headed to a cafe for Master to have coffee and cheesecake while I calmed myself down and sipped on a bottle of coke.

The cafe was busy and we were late leaving to get back, but we weren't too worried as the tattooist explained earlier that he had two girls coming in to get their navel's pierced at the same time he was going to do my nipples.

We got back and he came over asking us about what jewellery I wanted (straight barbell, ring, part ring etc) and the sizing. We didn't know if the smallest would be too small (depending on how swollen my nipples would be afterwards) so we opted for the larger part rings (they aren't large as such, but bigger than the others). He explained that he would sterlise them and then we'd be ready.

By the time I got into the tattoo studio to have it done, it was 30minutes after we got there. Needless to say, the extra wait made me more nervous and I was quite surprised by how much I was sweating. The adrenalin was well and truly pumping through my veins.

We went into the studio (the only one, where a guy was behind me getting a tattoo at the same time), and I sat down while Master stood to my right and slightly behind me. He (tattooist) said "Okay, I'll mark it out". To which I knew meant I had to take my t-shirt and bra off for him. Surprisingly, it never even entered my mind to give a second thought to the fact that he was a complete stranger and he was about to see me topless.

He marked out where the piercings would go and I think he asked if I was ready. I took Master's hand and looked away - I'm really not a big fan of needles (regardless of my multiple tattooes and other piercings). The first one (left) was painful (as expected), but not so much as the second one (right). After the first one, he asked if I was okay. I said yes, but asked for a little time between having the first and second done. He was okay with this (thank god, as I don't think I could have jumped straight into having the next one done). There wasn't a long pause between the two, maybe 5minutes, if that. I was ready for my right nipple to be pierced.

Again, I grabbed hold of Master's hand and looked away, but also grabbed a table with my other hand. This one hurt more, as I expected it would. Although Master didn't watch my left nipple being pierced He did watch my right (not that I knew at the time - I asked Him later if He watched). I was concerned later that I had squeezed His hand to hard, but He assured me that that was not the case, and that He was proud I was so brave. He later told me that He could tell (by how hard I was squeezing His hand) that what hurt the most was when he threaded the ring through and then removed the plastic tube. (If you don't know what I mean by this it's best to look up the particulars online as to how it's done, as I'm pretty terrible at explaining things).

I was feeling okay, a little shaky, but ok. I sat there for a little while, had a drink from my water bottle I had brought with me, and then decided it was time to leave. I went to put my bra back on, but decided it was best to leave it off for the moment, as my nipples were feeling extremely sensitive. I asked Master to pass me my handbag, so that I could conceal my bra in it (thus not walking out with it in my hand). Thank god women have big handbags - this time it certainly came in handy. Master paid and we left - this was a gift from Him.

We walked outside and although I was feeling alright, I wanted to sit down. This is where I took the chance to relax a little and have a ciggarette. It felt really strange being in public not wearing a bra (I tend not to do this normally as my breasts are on the larger side). We sat there and had a smoke and talked for a little while. Then I informed Master that it was probably best to go to the chemist to get some panadol on the way home, as I figured I would be in a little pain for a little while. He was nice enough to tell me to sit there and relax while He walked up the road to get it for me. By the time He got back, I had crossed the road and was standing next to the car. It felt like an incredibly long time that He was at the chemist. All I remember is thinking that people would surely notice 1) that I wasn't wearing a bra and 2) that my nipples were pierced. The breeze also got to me, not that it had a chill factor or anything, but just because my nipples were so sensitive, I was acutely aware of it (as I am even now).

We returned home and it didn't take me long to have my top off airing out my new additions and just plainly getting used to having metal in my nipples. I spent most of the next few days like this (while at home), going from being topless to having a bikini top on (depending on how sensitive the twins were at the time). Needless to say, Master didn't mind, and I know I saw Him looking at them while we were watching tv, and I could swear that His shorts were tenting as a result of the view he had.

I am more than happy that I got them pierced, and can't wait to play with them when they have healed. I also can't wait to change the jewellery and am really looking forward to trying nipple shields. They are already starting to get itchy which means they are healing, but I have been a good girl and have refrained from scratching.

There's nothing left to say except: I love my two new piercings!!!

Love Lucy xox