I don’t know about you, but I find there’s something wonderfully “liberating” about being naked outdoors!
And we are very lucky to have large woods nearby where it’s such a lovely feeling to go for an early morning run … naked of course … and feel almost lost in the Wilderness and completely as one with nature.
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Xxx- K
This week’s Wicked Wednesday theme is “Digital” … asking how one feels about living in a digital world.
Now I’m not really very technical and usually struggle with anything to do with technology, but the digital age we live in has certainly helped me “expand upon” all my fun new hobbies. And, has certainly allowed me to meet lots … and lots and lots … of fun people. Such as Vinyl Man1, the lovely gentleman who helped me with some of my earliest photos for my, then new, Mistress Modesty site.
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Oh, and as the current theme at Kink of The Week is “Fucking Machines” I thought that, as I’m wearing my very own Fucking Machine in this photo, it would be appropriate to join-in there too.
And “Bloopers” at 4 Thoughts ??? … well as you might imagine, this red-machine of mine has encountered a few Bloopers over the years!
Xxx- K
For last week’s Sinful Sunday post “Something beginning with …” I mentioned how my journey here at Modesty Ablaze had sent me in many new directions and on many new exciting adventures.
And in fact I’m not ashamed to admit that I became almost addicted to embracing every new opportunity, and every new path, that Modesty led me on. Some that I would never ever have imagined, or some that had perhaps been a fantasy that I’d never thought I would dare to indulge.
And certainly one of the latter, was the unfolding evolution of Mistress Modesty into what I’d once perceived as a dark world of dungeons and damp cellars, leather and chains.
But I was intrigued, and entranced, by the thought of willing submissives, begging to be caged and beaten, blindfolded and gagged, presenting their naked and humbled bodies to the will and whim of a powerful Dominatrix.
Possibly it was the thoughts of having that power, that control, so unusual in my “normal, real” world.
Possibly it was the arousing thoughts of being worshipped and adored, without the expectation or need of reciprocation.
Perhaps it was a little of both those things.
But as my journey, and connections … and bookings … grew, it actually became more about the fun of the different experiences and different people involved.
And that is how it has continued over the years since. An overwhelming sense of fun and satisfaction with every new session … and every new sensation.
And hopefully it is an addiction that I can continue to enjoy for many years still to come.
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Xxx- K
The current theme at Kink of the Week is “Cuckolding” … so although our relationship is not, strictly speaking, exclusively a Cuckolding one … how could I possibly not join in?
Because, as I explained in an earlier post this week, Hubby does actually quite often get to join-in the fun!!!
But the “idea” of Cuckolding is definitely a Kink … for the both of us.
It started from my confession to Hubby all those years ago of my office affair.
His revelation that he actually enjoyed knowing I was experiencing the thrills and excitement of sex with another man, started us on a wonderful journey of sharing each of our kinks and desires … one of which was Hubby’s fantasy of watching me with another man.
It didn’t happen immediately of course. Neither I, nor that particular lover, were ready for that sort of inclusion straight away! Rather my affair continued, (awkwardly at first as my lover found the knowledge that my husband knew of our relationship, disconcerting and “weird”), with me returning home each evening to relive all the details to an excited Hubby expectantly waiting-up for me on the sofa.
Unexpectedly I soon realised I was as excited as Hubby was in recounting the where’s, how’s and what’s of each nights encounter. And, even more unexpectedly, I actually found myself excited during the evening, knowing that I would be returning home and reliving every kiss and touch … and thrust!
Slowly my lover’s unease about the situation began to change. He started asking lots of questions about Hubby’s reactions, and eventually, he agreed for the three of us to meet. That’s all it was at first, just meeting for drinks, and for my two men to get to know one another. And they actually got along very well.
It still took several months after that first social meeting however, for my lover to become comfortable enough to agree for Hubby to join us in our hotel room, after I promised he would be made to sit quietly in the corner and not speak or move. And so our first Cuckolding experience was christened.
There were nervous flutters for all of us … but I did feel quite a thrill from my mock “headmistress” finger pointing instruction to Hubby “sit on that chair, not a peep until you’re spoken to”. And Hubby told me later he felt the same way. (And this was decades before morphing into my Mistress Modesty persona).
It started slowly, and differently, as it was bound to I suppose. But once we were lost in our embraces the normal lust and passion returned. Hubby was allowed to speak of course … during our natural breaks … and dutifully topped-up our glasses and fed us both grapes and melon slices.
For my part I found it all wonderfully exciting and arousing, and it made the evening even more thrilling and empowering than before. My lover however, didn’t feel the same way, telling me later that sharing didn’t give him the same thrill that it obviously did for Hubby and myself.
But Hubby loved his “role-play” mode of the humiliated Cuckold, and I absolutely loved playing along to his kink (and now mine) of the lustful Hotwife.
That first affair eventually fizzled out as office affairs generally do. And though all of my subsequent lovers were always told of our “open-relationship” lifestyle from the outset, not many felt comfortable enough to join in with Hubby’s “loves to watch” kink. But happily … very happily … for us, we have been lucky enough over the years, to meet several other gentlemen who have enjoyed, and benefitted from, our Cuckold fetish. (One of whom appears above!)
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Xxx- K
New “hobbies” always open-up new experiences and often change one’s perception of certain things, and previously held likes and dislikes don’t they.
And that was certainly the case when I first embarked upon my Femdom fun adventures.
It was obvious that I would need a complete new wardrobe … and accessories. Not that I’ve ever been averse to a new wardrobe of course!!!
Previously the only leather garments in my wardrobe(s) had been “normal” coats and jackets. And, in fact for my first Mistressing outfits my initial choices were all in Latex. I loved the shiny look and feel of the garments as I browsed the racks at both of the shops my Mistressing mentors had recommended.
But although I loved my new outfits, and felt much more in-tune with my new “persona” when I was wearing them, it was actually the purchase of my first accessories that really led to my new love. Leather.
My first two items, a stranded heavy leather flogger and a lovely spanking slapper, just had that smell and feel about them that had me intoxicated in a way I hadn’t experienced with my normal leather coats and jackets.
Perhaps it was that rawness … and knowing the intention of their purpose … that made me want to inhale and savour that smell even more. And to feel the strength and yet caress of that texture against ones skin. Suddenly the clingy and difficult to get into, and out of, sticky latex was pushed to the back of my wardrobe to be replaced by lots, and lots, of new garments in my new Pleasure, my new love … and yes even my new Desire for … Leather !!!
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Xxx- K
One of the most important, and certainly empowering, things that I have learnt from my Mistressing sessioning is to do with courage.
No … not about my courage … but instead about the courage of many of the people who have contacted, and subsequently, visited me over the past seven years.
Many people wrongly assume that the sort of person who wishes to visit a Female Dominatrix, is in some way abnormal or inferior to the rest of us … and by “rest of us” I mean what is always portrayed in general society as “normal people”.
But in my experience the majority of my visitors … and in the context of this post I don’t want to refer to them as “submissives” … are absolutely normal people, from absolutely normal, everyday backgrounds and walks-of-life.
And through the conversations, discussions, and of course the interactions that always occur around and throughout our meetings, it usually quite quickly becomes clear how much courage these people have needed to accept and acknowledge their desires and their wish to be a little bit “different”. Courage to be able to take that first step to discover themselves in a way that they really feel they can’t share with their immediate loved ones and family … or that would not be “acceptable” among their vocational colleagues, or organisations … because of the stigma and constraints that general society places on us all.
So during our meetings they can be, at least just for the two or three hours of our time together, who they really want to be. To release themselves from the “norms of the everyday” whilst recognising the need that we must all return to and uphold those norms so that others can decide their own paths, their own way, and in their own time. Naturally and equally as it should always be … for all of us.
That takes courage … and understanding … and acceptance.
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Xxx- K
Some of you may have seen my “Update March 2021” note on my OnlyFans page here recently, so the current prompt at 4 Thoughts of “Exposed” rings especially true at the moment, and I just couldn’t resist joining in.
And … as the current prompt at Wicked Wednesday just happens to be “Two Truths and a Lie” … I thought it would be fun to tease you with my answers to the Questions being asked below:
1) Have you exposed yourselves in word or picture and did you chose to do so, as an act of exhibitionism or subservience to another’s will, or perhaps as an act of self humiliation?
2) What was behind your act of exposure? Was it something you did of your own volition or were you told to do it?
3) How did it leave you feeling? Excited perhaps? Guilty? Horny or perhaps, sadly; in some way compromised? ?
And … my answers???
1) Yes, I have … just once or twice … exposed myself in some Nude In A Public Place exhibitionism pictures.
2) Yes … I’m ashamed to say … that on each occasion it was completely of my own volition.
3) It always leaves me feeling Excited, Guilty, Horny and … Compromised.
So … to play Marie’s Wicked Wednesday “Two Truths and a Lie” game … can you guess the Truths and Lies amongst my answers above???
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P.s.: There are some clues to my “Truths and Lies” answers above >here<
and >here< …
Xxx- K
Fifteen, or perhaps even ten years ago, I was probably uncomfortable with the term MILF. And even now I would still prefer to be thought of as MWILF (Mature Women I’d Like to …), rather than without the W.
But back in those heady, thrilling and fun times of amazing evenings at our favourite “Club” … almost every Saturday night during what Hubby calls “your nymphatic period” … it was actually quite flattering and empowering to have so many young suitors telling me I was their “most I’d like to” …
I have posted about one such evening here before … as an extract from “My Cougar Moment” from Part 5 of my Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife … but as the theme at this week’s Wicked Wednesday is “MILF”, I thought I would add a few more paragraphs, that I haven’t included here before, from the first part of what was a wonderful evening.
As we entered the room and Hubby turned to lock the door behind us, it was as though all the adrenalin overcame my nerves completely in an instant. I wanted him so much . . . and I wanted him to want me. I flopped down onto the bed and reached down to unbuckle, and kick-off my shoes. I lifted my sheer dress up over my shoulders and tossed it over to Hubby who was standing leaning back against the door, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. (“Normally you wait for them to undress you” he told me later). I did keep my thong and hold-ups on, but shuffled myself back over the bed towards the cushions as I watched J undressing himself.
His body was even more stunning than I could have ever imagined. A wonderfully tight muscular chest seemed to just glisten in the dim light, but I could clearly see every ripple, and that he was completely smooth all over. I shuddered and gasped from the first touch of his hand on my knee as he knelt down on the bed next to me.
Our first kiss sent tingles through every nerve of my body and I knew I was already dripping wet minutes before his hand slid down between my legs. That kiss lingered, and lingered, our lips and tongues exploring each others mouth, tasting each others hot breath. I moaned loudly and arched my back against the cushions as our mouths parted and I felt his tongue sliding down over my neck and onto my nipple. I was running my hands up through his hair, pulling his mouth across my breasts from one nipple to the other and groaning loudly as his fingers were already rubbing round and round over my pussy.
I slid my own hand down over his tummy and gasped as I reached his erection. God, it felt so hard. And so thick! I just had to push him over onto his side for a moment, just to look at what I was grasping in my hand. And it was just as thick as it felt. “God, that’s lovely,” I gasped.
I had to have him in my mouth and plunged myself down over him trying to fondle under his clean-shaven balls with my fingers as I sucked it into me. I’d never had a lover who felt as thick as this inside my mouth. I was getting so carried away in my excitement that I suddenly realised I was sucking up and down so feverishly I was almost biting his shaft. I consciously slowed myself down, lifting my mouth away and grasping him again with my fingers and licking up and down his length with my tongue and then flicking it around the head of his wonderful cock.
He pushed me back down with his hands on my shoulders, sucking at my nipples again before pulling away from me completely to pry my legs apart.
“Oh” I moaned, partly in disappointment that he’d taken that lovely cock away from me, but partly in a different pleasure as he pulled off my thong and then slid his mouth down over me.
He rubbed around and around my pussy with his fingers again and then as his tongue started flicking over me he stretched both his hands up over my tummy to fondle and squeeze at my breasts as he quickened the pace of his tongue … first swirling, and then plunging in and out. I could feel his mouth slapping against my lips and heard myself urging him to “eat me, eat me.”
The above is an extract from “My Cougar Moment” – Part 5 of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife”.
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Xxx- K
Trigger Warning: The following post uses terminology that some may find offensive, but which is simply used within the context and norms of the event in which it happened.
I counted five semi-naked slaves laying prone on the floor, three face-down on their stomachs and two between them on their back, whilst three ladies above were gleefully walking back and forth across them, each using the curled ropes secured to the roof of the cage to steady themselves as they walked. In fact, instead of walking, one woman was actually jumping up and down across the bodies below her.
There were more slaves of varying sizes, heights and shapes lining-up near the entrance to the cage, waiting to be motioned forward by a tall blonde figure wearing a flame-red jacket, black net stockings and wonderful thigh-length red boots. She was bending forwards at regular intervals prodding the five figures already on the floor, with her long cane.
As I moved closer I realised she was instructing the figures to turn over in succession so that the pattern of three backs and two fronts was like a rolling carpet of different textures for the ladies to trample across.
She noticed my interest and waved me forward, I pulled Subby1’s leash along with me. “Hi, I’m Mistress TV8” she called-out loudly above the music. From her deep voice, and the wobbling of flesh dangling impressively from the front of her stockings, I realised the relevance of her name.
She’d noticed my glance downwards as I’d stepped forward. “That’s the 8” she laughed as she swayed her hips from side-to-side with exaggerated wiggles.
“Do you think he’d like some of it?” she nodded towards Subby1 standing at my side now.
“I think probably not” I laughed, “but I’d like to walk across your floor if I may”, pointing down at the human carpet which was just being eagerly refreshed as two of the previous occupants had crawled away from the other end.
One of the ladies had also stepped off at the other end of the cage, so Mistress TV8 offered me a hand to step-up onto the first back naked below my heels, as I reached forward to pull myself up on the first rope.
I swayed, and walked, uneasily at first … using one hand after the other to steady myself from each rope to the next.
I followed the domme in front of me but couldn’t bring myself to stamp down on the flesh below us quite as forcefully as she was. She turned around when she got to the end of the cage, to come back past me again and laughed as she manoeuvred past. “Don’t be gentle” she laughed. “They love it. Look”. She pulled herself up on the rope next to me, and then bounced up and down with both of her sharp heels pummelling into the chest of the figure beneath her. “Don’t you slave!” she hissed down at him as she bounced.
“Yes Mistress … more Mistress … harder Mistress” he was gasping in reply.
The slave beneath my own feet was face down so I couldn’t see his face, but he was arching his back up and down in obvious encouragement for me to be more forceful in my stepping.
I managed several “laps” of the cage … becoming bolder and more heavy footed as I gained more confidence in my balance … and as I became more comfortable with the obvious signs of enjoyment beneath me.
As I reached the end of what I’d decided was to be my last lap, I recognised that the smiling face of the figure now immediately below me, had been the first or second slave I’d walked across when I’d begun my uncertain steps a few minutes or so earlier. (Subby1 later told me I’d been “walking” for at least 10 minutes)!!!
I recognised him from his mop of bright-white bleached spiky hair that had made him look as though he was in a constant state of electric shock with each passing foot-print.
“Please Mistress” he smiled up at me and lifted his hips to pull his black shorts down to expose his quite erect and upstanding cock. He flattened it against himself with one hand and pushed up against his balls with the other hand, making a target of the puffed-up bauble of flesh.
“No I couldn’t, not with these heels” I told him. I was wearing my black suede ankle boots, so not stilettos, but they do have a hard-flat heel and brass studs which I was worried might cause painful damage if caught across a not-flat surface. And that bauble was hardly flat!
“Please Mistress” he begged again, thrusting his hips upward.
I squashed, rather than stamped, downwards and had to hold onto the rope above me with both hands as he swivelled from side-to-side beneath my weight.
I was looking straight down at him as I pushed downwards again, holding tightly onto my rope to keep my balance as he bucked up and down against my shoes. His eyes were rolling and his enjoyment obvious from his throaty gasps, clearly audible above the music. I prodded down again with my heel. His mouth was open … wide open … with no sound this time. His eyelids tightly squeezed shut … and a sudden jet of creamy whiteness spurting from between his fingers …
The above is an extract from the chapter “Foot Worship and Toilet Duties” from my upcoming “Modesty Unleashed” – Part 8 of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife”.
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Xxx- K
This week’s prompt at Wicked Wednesday is “Passion” … and if you’ve been following me here at Modesty Ablaze for a little while, you will already know just how “passionate” I am about … Cock-Tales !!!
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Xxx- K
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