A Peek Back 7-28

It’s true.

Famous actors always lament that the animals steal their best scenes. No ones remembers their performance, only how cute or funny the critter was.

It’s also true for bloggers who share sordid tales of BDSM lust, perversion and all things naughty. Write possibly the hottest Act you’ve ever keystroked in the blog’s short history and what lights up your Twitter TL like a Christmas tree the same day?

A fucking humor piece about our dog JD.

Just kidding. I’m glad JD’s initial (I’m sure you’ll hear from his nose again) post was so well received. As we always say, it does not have to be German opera 24/7 to be real BDSM and D/s.

And speaking of 24/7, did you know that is the reason for one of the following links? Curious? Read on.

For all you new Peekers™, every Saturday AM I share A Peek Back. This feature of TDND™ allows long time Followers as well as you neophyte perverts to review, with a single post,  what has transpired over the past seven days.

Oh, and I typing this Friday night so I can sleep while you read this. Or maybe I’ll be up (heh) early. Either way I’m being selfish with my time, but not at the expense of Peeker™ Nation, which is almost 400 strong now! We should get shirts printed….hhmmm.

If you are a neophyte Peeker™ welcome! I strongly encourage you to view all of the established Pages, which can be viewed by selecting any of the tabs at the top of this page.

The Archives are an inclusive, running version of every post of note on this blog. If you have not read any or all of the stories, random musings, poetry, etc linked from The Archives by all means please grab a seat, perhaps some coffee, sit back and enjoy.

So unless a fucking squirrel runs across my keyboard here are this week’s Peek Back features:

Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1, No. 9 – In which we tackle the age old question: plastic or glass anal plugs?

Monday’s Java Taste The Best – The weekly stream of semi-consciousness while in the midst of serious caffienation.

Chain Of Rules Act III – Leigh cuffed, collared and chained torment begins.

Seek And Go Hyde – The newest story. If you are a hand job aficionado you want to read this.

Happy International BDSM Day! – I seriously had no idea there was an official day for WIITWD.

Breaking Leigh Act IX – The longest story on the blog now finds Leigh’s completely bare and very sore ass spanked…hard.

When Words Die – An erotic poem inspired by the evening that inspired Seek And Go Hyde.

Seek And Go Hyde Act II – No bullshit. Possibly the hottest Act I have written yet. Even I needed to cool off after writing it!

The Dog Next Door – Meet JD. He chases squirrels, eats bacon, humorously blogs when I’m not looking and steals my limelight. SQUIRREL!

JD Is Famous! SQUIRREL! – Would you believe that fleabag got reblogged in a humor ePub?

A Rising Tide Floats All Boats – My obligatory post as a BDSM blogger about a certain neutral hued and much maligned book series. Not what you think.

I’m still either asleep or having morning sex! HA!

– Scot

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Seek And Go Hyde Act II

(To read Seek And Go Hyde Act I)

There is a reason she calls it The Magic Oil™. It is.

It’s actually a “super concentrated body glide” called pjur. We use the original. I had no fucking idea what that meant until I checked out their website. Who knew it comes (heh) in light, gel, aqua, male, female and even repair (repair?) versions of this magical elixir?

What I do know is that when it comes out, invariably I am going to come like Old Faithful – a loud, hot geyser of semen spewing high and repeatedly into the night like clockwork, hence its mystical nickname.

And the way Leigh was using her hand like a wet silk glove on my almost blindingly thick erection was not helping my efforts to retain control. Honesty ladies, sometimes we literally can’t see straight when it’s like that and you are liking that. When she mixed in the barely whispered excuse of touching with the pace of a tortoise on vacation I about died.

To help you all better visualize the beautiful agony that was Leigh’s expertly oiled hand, allow me to describe what it was like:

I writhed like a frustrated snake, which is not meant as a double entendre analogy but so be it. My squirming was involuntary, as  were the noises escaping from my throat between gasps and sobs of torturous pleasure via exquisitely expert teasing. Moans low and lush, accentuated by the aforementioned attempts to breathe, with some shrill intakes of night air for good measure. It was my turn to be the one who was whimpering “mmmhhmmMMM” between huffs and sighs, my turn to grip the underside of the headboard for dear life.

The headboard is nailed right into the bedroom wall’s studs. On more than one occasion I’ve torn the bottom loose when she does this to completion.

Every now and then an “Oh fuck” or “Shit!” would escape. My toes wrinkled and curled, my legs kicked out against the scruff of the linen sheets against some unforeseen adversary, like Father Time and how long he would allow me to stay like this. Oh yeah, he was not the one milking the granite that my cock had transformed into with the touch of a butterfly’s wing dipped in honey.

Leigh knows damn well how much I enjoy being tortured this way, and I know damn well she delights in doing it. It was so fucking painfully sweet I honestly felt the lifeblood draining out of the corners of my body and pooling around my hips. I got  light headed at the ferocity of not just how fucking thick and long her manual efforts made me but legitimately concerned that the skin may actual rupture before my seminal glands did.

Then she did the same thing I did just minutes earlier and with no warning. Soft stroke, caress the by now bulbously grotesque head, down the shaft, repeat while holding the base firm with her left hand, over and over and…

…then she bent it down towards my feet.

My eyes rolled back into their sockets as my body lurched taut with the most intense sensation of being in the process of blacking out from pleasure.

“Fuccccckkkkk!!” I moaned loudly through the fog of lust enveloping me.

That’s when the hissing started, when the first growl escaped. In hind sight that is when she probably woke up Hyde.

Her chuckling and soft “Oh my…” either really helped or really didn’t poking him while he slumbered, depending on your vantage point. It was if my cock grew an inch longer and thicker with a single deft move of her wrists. A quick release of the vise grip her left hand had on its base to allow a surge of new blood to enter the by now almost comical displays of veins mapping the underside of my cock’s surface, then squeeze! as she stroked the full of its new length with its oily twin.

Fuck!!!

Trapped. Both the blood and me. And nowhere to go.

It wasn’t helping (there I go again on the vantage point) that my right hand was still exploring her soft skin, curves and available openings, particularly one small, tight one. She knew that made the matter at hand (heh) even worse, or better.

See? Even recalling it makes me delirious with confusion! Imagine what it was like to be there! Regardless of Whomever or Whatever you chose to believe in as the reason we are all here, I am convinced that They gave men two unique heads but only enough blood to operate one at a time. And I was Exhibit OMFG right then.

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, my eyes the same as a blind man’s. Teeth clenched, spit hissed, snarling sounds, the random “Fuck!”, muscles tightened and started to ache, almost cramping from the involuntary contractions being forced upon them.

It was now or never.

I noticed how she whined and made wincing sounds when my free hand groped her sore ass cheeks. She even pouted out loud that she was being a good girl. And she was.

But I wanted more than the orgasmic hemorrhage I knew her hand would likely produce in a matter of time. I wanted her orgasms, her sounds of distress, to tease her as she had me. To make her the one writhing in sweet pain with the frantic look on her face.

And, looking back now, I think Hyde had a say in what happened next.

I lurched up off the mattress and, in one motion, grabbed Leigh’s left arm and threw her in my grave. Another second or two of jockeying for position and I had her right where I wanted her – on her back beneath my kneeling form, her legs wishboned straight  out and as wide as they would stretch from the death grip my hands had on her ankles…

…and a very slick, oily, angry as fuck monster of an erection pointed at her helplessly wet cunt like a kinky divining rod.

Our eyes met. Mine were narrow, tight, hot. Hers were wide with arousal, confusion…and fear. And with good reason.

The hunted was about to go hunting.

Seek And Go Hyde Act III

Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1 No.9

I’m typing this at 50MPH. Serious.

No, not blogging and driving. If you are a new Peeker™ you are probably not familiar with Selfish Sunday™. In short, Sunday is the one day where Leigh will submit to me outside the bedroom in regard to us. I insist we tell the world to go fuck off for the day and just be.

So we do. And she drives. Always. Apparently she is comfortable with me binding her helpless and doing all manner of perverted this to/in/on/with her, but she says “Red” when it comes to sitting in the passenger’s side seat next to me. Don’t get me started on who has the most moving violations (not entendre).

So we’re being selfish, I am being chauffeured while multitasking as a conversationalist and blog post writer, it’s a beautiful day after a salacious, lust filled Saturday evening (you’ll be reading about this in the near future) and the cooler is stocked with snacks.

We have a full tank of gas, a half pack of granola bars, my shirt is dark and we’re wearing sunglasses. Hit it.

A kinky Jake and Elwood. The Bruise Brothers.

That all said LOOKOUTFUCKSQUIRREL!!!! Just kidding.

This week’s question is courtesy of a DM conversation on Twitter. I keep telling you there are advantages to Following me there. She requested anonymity in that her Twitter feed is not the best place to be discussing this. But in that I know who it is its OK. But my rule against no anonymous questions still stands.

Anyway, her question was in regard to Marvin, otherwise known as Leigh’s blown glass anal plug. Yes, you will have to click the link to find out more about Marvin. Anyway, she wanted to know:

“In regard to Marvin: Did Leigh have any issues using a glass anal toy, specifically with how hard it is? *grin*”

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A very interesting and valid question on a topic that, even in today’s sexually pervasive climate, is still somewhat risqué, even taboo. We as a society have come (heh) so far as far as what is within “the norm”, but yet this still seems to be the final frontier. And with actual play and intercourse still considered a fringe act, toys devoted specifically to just that…

…well, we still have a long way to go. Just some hard thoughts. Speaking of hard, back to the question.

I can see how having some flexibility in an anal toy could be of benefit. This is not an area that is very forgiving. There are two unique sphincter muscles that control “traffic flow”. One (the outer) is far more forgiving a doorman than the bouncer on the inner set of doors to Club Anal. It’s these second, more inner ones that require a kinky version of palm greasing to get into the most taboo club in town, if you know what I mean.

Now, latex or plastic rigidity is simply not the same as the same properties in glass. Plastics and the like are very hard, with very little give in flexibility and surface feel.

Glass is not forgiving. At all. Its my way or no way, period.

That said, I like glass. Plastic, even with the best efforts and fabrication, will still have a slight surface tension. Glass is technically a liquid. As a result its surface is infinitely smoother.

Then there is the whole issue of hygiene. From your time spent over a kitchen sink, what is easier to clean – plastic or glass? Thought so. Plus lubrication on a glass surface will last longer than on a plastic one. Something else to consider, especially with anal toys.

If you appreciate the whole artisan movement, or even consider yourself green, again glass wins over plastics.

The one major advantage to glass toys is temperature. They will take on that of the environment they are thrust into (heh). So if you want to make them icy cold or feverishly hot its very easy to do so. Plastics…not so much.

With any anal toy you want to use a lot of common sense…and lube. Lots. Then some more. Now use even more patience. Lots. Then use some more. Remember the two bouncers to Club Anal. You have to loosen up both of them.

Think of it this way: Outside of shadow/fringe play, I honestly cannot comprehend a more intimate, personal kink act than this. The fact that another is trusting you enough to play there speaks volumes to how they feel about you. It’s a fucking gift (literally) when offered. Why would you want to be in a hurry to tear it open…literally? Slow down, enjoy the moment and seize the opportunity to share something intensely personal.

Some downsides to Marvin and his cohorts: they are prone to slipping out when squeezed. So in the throes of passion a *pop* is something to keep in mind. There are many manufactures of anal plugs, including stainless steel ones which would share a number of the aspects of glass. Their shape and design may or may not contribute to or deter such incidents. Read reviews before investing any money so it does not come back to bite you in the ass (heh).

So to summarize no, we do not have any issues using a glass anal toy. In fact I would recommend them over plastic.

And with that Leigh and I are here. Time to go be selfish with my doll.

– Scot

Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1 No.7

Sundays are selfish. And I love it.

I’ve made no secret that what has transpired as a result of Leigh and I embracing a D/s relationship behind the bedroom door has been nothing short of a second courtship. I am having a torrid affair with my wife. We talk more. Laugh more. Spend quality time together.

And almost none of it has to do with sex, or kink in any fashion. Plain old-fashioned communication and a genuine interest in each other. Its been amazing.

Oh yeah, the sex. Never better. Adult actresses don’t orgasm as much as Leigh has and does. Adult actors don’t get to hear “May I please come?” and “Oh thankyouthankyou” dozens of times an evening for evenings on end like I do.

And yet, I like Sunday afternoon the best. Because this is the one time I do, in essence, Dominate her outside the bedroom…and she willingly submits.

I insist we just….be.

Get out of the house. Go do something, anything. I honestly don’t care what, where, how, etc. Just that it is us, we are together and for a few hours just two middle-aged kids acting like teenagers. Fuck bills, worries, the realities of day to day life.

I’m selfish to a fault with her then and when that door closes, but prefer the former. To that end I take a step back from social media. That is one of the main reasons I started the IWASV™ every Sunday. Not only does it give us a chance to interact with all the perverted minions I call the Peekers™ but it also frees me to spend more time with her.

I will not let erotic words on a screen run my life. I’d rather make memories with Leigh.

And on the topic of memories, that segues to this week’s question from Kristiknrol, who emailed us this awesome question:

“What was the first scene you did that still makes you hard and Leigh wet from just thinking about it? Were there toys or rope? How hardcore did it get?”

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First off, WOW! What a great question. Leigh and I pondered this over dinner earlier this week (we talk about BDSM and D/s like vanillas talk about electric bills and gas prices.) I’ll go first, but not before defining “scene” as a planned and orchestrated evening devoted to D/s with BDSM aspects.

Leigh and I had experimented with BDSM and D/s for years. It was not something we really decided to explore fully until a few months ago, corresponding with the start of the blog. But for me its an easy decision.

When we first met I had obligations that took me out of town for weekends at a time. There was nothing I could do about it. So Leigh would be home alone in a new town, new house, new life, new everything. She was truly alone.

One Sunday, upon returning home to a very happy Leigh I was treated to, without question, the most selfishly hedonistic evening of my life. She had prepared a wonderful home cooked meal of an all day pot roast that fell apart if you stared at it long enough. The potatoes, carrots and onions were equally tender, all served with au jus. I recall scratch buttermilk biscuits from her grandmother’s recipe, and a berry buckle for dessert. Candles were lit, the table set just for two. Some favorite songs played in the background.

Its true ladies. The path to a man’s heart is not through his penis. It’s an organ further north that gets filled with succulent pot roast and hand-made baked goods.

After dinner we did the dishes, all the while flirting and catching up. Then, by the hand, I was led upstairs to the bedroom. More candles around our bed set a very romantic mood.

I was then ordered to strip naked, lie down on the bed and be the recipient of a total body oil massage by a lingerie clad Leigh.

Yeah….me too. I had the same reaction all of you just did. It was amazing.

It was when the massage ended that, with a mischievous grin, I was blindfolded. Oh fuck yes. If this evening could not get any more perfect.

Once isolated from the world my wrists were taken and, one by one, secured with silk scarves to the bed frame. We had barely any experience with bondage together so this was immensely exciting. I became a toy to play with at her leisure. Kissed. Licked. Teased. Touched. Stroked. She tried to kill me with pleasure. It was insane.

Suffice to say I was massively erect. She selfishly took advantage of this with soft fingers, a hot mouth and then with a dripping wet, what I would learn later to be a shaved bald cunt.

She rode me slow as fuck. I thought I was lodged in her throat I was so deep in her pussy. Back and forth, up and down, faster slower, teasing her clit with her legs spread and pelvis grinding on me until she climaxed all over my cock. It was incredible being forced to respond, yet not able to see or do anything.

It was then time for her real plan.

Dismounting me she oiled my cock thick with lubrication and then, inch by tortuous inch, impaled her ass on it.

Now I knew why she tied me down. She wanted to be able to control this, make sure it was not forced any further than she was ready for.

Because it was the very first time we had done that.

Needless to say I was more aroused than I could even remember. I had fantasized about this act, but had never really done it. There had been awkward attempts prior, but never full penetration.

She took my giving anal sex virginity. I gave her an ass full of cock and, after she came, one full of hot semen.

Yes, I screamed like a school girl. I may have sobbed. She collapsed on top of me, panting uncontrollably, my cock still twitching with the last few drops being milked out of it by her sphincter squeezing it empty.

Sigh…

To this day the most hedonistic evening of my life. Pampered beyond comprehension in three unique regards. And I still smile and sigh when I think about it.

Leigh just smiled at me right now and said “You too?”

– Scot

A Peek Back 6-30

You should know by know that AM dived by single digits on the clock (in other words before 10AM) equals coffee. Lots of coffee.

It is a food group here, and one thing Leigh and I Will. Not. Compromise on. We drink microroasted coffee done so locally. Other aspects of the budget may change, allocations go up and down (heh) but this is a hard limit. We will both safe word on cheap, crappy ass coffee.

Welcome to this Saturday’s A Peek Back. This feature of TDND™ allows long time Followers as well as first time Peekers™ to quickly review what has transpired over the past seven days.

If you are a neophyte Peeker™ I strongly encourage you to view all of the established Pages, which can be viewed by selecting any of the tabs at the top of this page.

The Archives are an inclusive, running version of every post of note on this blog. If you have not read any or all of the stories, random musings, poetry, etc linked from The Archives by all means please grab a seat, perhaps something to drink (like coffee!), sit back and enjoy.

So, without further teasing (which I am very good at, so I hear), A Peek Back:

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Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1 No.6: Leigh & I both discuss not just how do you know you are submissive but also how to find like-minded kinksters.

If Its Early Monday, I Have A Java IV In: My weekly Monday cup of coffee (notice a trend here?) and stream of consciousness.

The Medium Is The Message: Does it really matter who in the D/s dynamic lights the way as far as the overall journey?

Territorial Marking: An erotic poem about what its like to have a woman beg to come all over you…again and again.

Leigh Has Another Cute Musing: Leigh’s cute little….poem…in response to Territorial Marking

Finger Sandwiches: Not what it sounds like. The one thing Leigh does outside the bedroom that sends me flying.

Welcome To Topdrop Live!: Topdrop is real. It sucks. Ever wonder how a Dom feels when they drop? A stream of consciousness post as I actually dropped… and hard.

BDSM On A Budget – Cuffs, Collars & Gags, Oh My!: Because binding arms and legs shouldn’t cost an arm and a leg

Inspiration: I’m still in shock over this. Our real-life adventures inspire some hot, erotic BDSM fiction!

More coffee, Sir? Thank you Leigh.

– Scot

Inspiration

I…am humbled. Seriously.

The lovely Shayna York conveyed to me via Twitter that Leigh and I’s journey inspired her to pen a short piece of BDSM erotica entitled Kept Waiting.

Never, and I mean never, did I ever fathom that our humble blog would serve as a muse to a talented author of erotica. Peekers™ may recognize various aspects of her most delicious scene from various stories that have been shared here.

This is seriously too much.

Thank you so very much Shayna for this. It really confirms that TDND™ is, slowly, achieving its goals.

– Scot


30 Days Of The Dom Next Door

Ooops….we missed our one month anniversary a few days ago. We must have been…..busy. Yeah, busy.

Over 150 combined Followers for us. Easily close to 300 orgasms for Leigh. Crazy 30 days.

We fucking loved it. And you guys.

As a “Thank You” I am placing on one page a collection of the various stories we have and continue to share with all of you. And as you can see from Leigh’s tally  there is much, much more to come. Or is it to come much, much more?

Anyway, we hope that this makes it easier to find our various musings. I’ll likely make this a Page soon. But in the interim:

BDSM Themed Erotica

Thanks For Coming, Please Come Again

Away Games

Puppet Master

Breaking Leigh

Miss Manners

Random BDSM Musings

The Dom Next Door

The girl Next Door

Safety Dance

It’s Not German Opera 24/7

Ying & Yang

Where’s Weirdo?

DäməˈnāSHən & səbˈmiSHən

Something Cold, Something Blue, Something Burrowed, Something New

BDSM On A Budget

The Thrift Store

Interview With A Submission Vampire

Volume One Number One, Number Two, Number Three

Erotic Poetry

Please

Mirror Mirror

Wet

Leigh’s Random Musing

 

Enjoy!

– Scot