Sunday, November 28, 2010


Max here with another blog update. A new slut I recently met wrote this little adventure. It is written by her in her own words it is the build up before our recent tryst.

I am sitting now thinking about the impending visit in a few days. I have some time to reflect over the past period of getting to know “Daddy”, I am going to now share a bit of the history…that has lead to this visit in just a few days.

As a member of a swinger’s site I have been able to meet quite a few people. Some still friends, and now some just a memory. As I peek at different profiles, there was one that stood out and dominated my thoughts, so I made contact. This particular one seemed to have some insight of my wants, cravings and an understanding of what my darkest needs were. My interest in swinging has been over the years since about 1989. Some fun has been had, but the intrigue of the “Dom/sub” life is certainly where my heart is. I have dabbled with this lifestyle but now know that I am a deeply submissive woman and proud to be so! There are certain words that warm my heart… “Slut”, “Fucktoy” that cause me to melt in warmth and knowing I am desired and cared for. Of course the intonation of the voice as these words are uttered re affirms that these words are said with thoughts of adoration. So as a relationship I was in seemed to “wobble”, and my heart a bit broken and I ached for someone to understand what I was dealing with. I was lead, as I stated a moment ago to this very attractive man, handsome and had a profile that sparked my interest. This profile dominated my thoughts and I then chose to send a note. Ahhh and there it began.

A few notes back and forth, then a phone call to hear the voice. Quite a few phone calls over a few months were exchanged. That calm even toned settling voice. The conversations were sometimes very generalized, sometimes with very intense sexual overtones, and also sometimes downright nasty. Sometimes we just talked over “stuff”. You might say that there was some solid ground between us, I felt like my relationship here at home was falling apart and I so needed someone to understand me, help me and guide me. “Daddy” did just that for that period of time. That period of time was quite awhile ago, but now just a month ago I find myself again with a bit of a broken heart and struggling, same man………….different year!

I reach out, again, and with great warmth “Daddy” is there for me. I told him what was going on, and how much I needed some control over me to “gather” myself. I do not do well when I do not have the control in my life. I need guidance, direction and strength in my life. I also need something that is very dark and it is something I understand I need but there are few men out there that truly know how to administer to full fill these needs. I also am very sexual and very yielding to the man who takes control over me. I love to please, I love hearing the words “Good Girl”. I am amazed that a man 1700 miles away can have power and control as I need over me THAT far away. I caught “Daddy” up on the life over the year…and where I was at now. “Daddy” said he could help me, again. This time…my pain was deeper so his guidance needed to be stronger over me. He knew this. He told me some guidelines…he likes to be addressed as “Daddy” and his term to me is “slut”. This was the start of some solid and controlled guidance over me, and it is with great appreciation to him as I say the words, “Hello Daddy” as I hear his voice on the phone. His response…”hello slut” in that soft deep soothing voice is so settling and is just what I need at this point in my life. So here I will take opportunity to say…”Thank you Daddy for your time, patience and moments of calm you provide to me”

Now let me give some insight to some content our conversations hold.

I am instructed that I must now ask for permission to pee, no matter where I am or what I am doing I must send a text to ask “Permission to Pee”? If he is busy, then I wait for his response. There have been times He has replied immediately, other times I must simply hold and wait. And then, there are other times though I am told “NO”. It is his choice and decision, if I hurt from the need to pee, it is a pain that he causes therefore his control over me, fine line between pain and pleasure…but the pleasure is incredible!

Another bit of instruction that I now must abide by is? When He calls me I need to be on my knees. As we talk, I remain upon my knees. You know what, He can tell if I am or am not. I again follow this direction with great appreciation of his guidance. At times we have had some lengthy conversations; my knees have been red upon the ending of our conversation.

I also sent a picture of my underwear to “Daddy”. He now chooses the color for me each morning or the eve before my workday. The bra and panties must match. I am missing the blue panties though; I was instructed to send him a pair that I had worn so he could have my scent. In turn, “Daddy” sent me a gift in the mail. I was having a very bad day, I needed something to feel, touch and hold of his. In turn a package containing

a strip of leather , it can fit my wrist on the tightest snap or my ankle on the loosest snap…the word “slave” in silver letters on black leather is a lovely reminder of “HIM”.

These are the steps of his guidance and control over me. Yes, he is 1700 miles away, but deep within me I know I MUST do as told, there is a very deep desire within me to please and he can tell by the tone of my voice, what I have done or have not done. “Daddy” also knows if I am sad…he can hear the quiver in my voice, he can also tell when the tears are ready to fall in sadness. I know there will come a day that he will see my tears, but those tears will be his, the pain he inflicts to cleanse me, creating those tears…thusly creating HIS tears. Along with all I have shared so far….there is one more piece of control over me…my dietary consumption. When I am sad…my intake of nourishment is minimal, basically I starve myself. “Daddy” has a menu from the place I eat most of my meals at, he chooses which category of foods I may eat from or he will give me a specific menu item I must have for that day. Not only does he want my head to be in a better place, he wants me to be healthy. When he visits he can not have me run down and sick, otherwise I will not be able to serve and provide the pleasure he needs of me. If I cannot eat the full meal then I know I need to try to get enough down to provide nourishment but not make me sick. So I follow his directions to a t.

An evening most recently I was so fucking horny. I had not been fucked in about 10 days. My inner being and my sexual craving seem to be rather high. At about day 3, I lose my mind. I get lightheaded and “ditzy”, I lose my train of thought easily. If I have a task at work, I may start it and then quickly lose my direction of what I am doing. YUP this is a horrible thing to happen, but I know myself very well, so I must reach out and find a way to solve this. I share with “Daddy” the state and the turmoil I was in. He states he would call me later he was busy at the moment.. He did though share with me the items I was to have on hand when he returned the call. I gathered the items he requested and then waited for his next call.

I had assembled an empty wine bottle, a safety pin and a candle. The candle was to be lit at a specific time, and then wait for THE call.


He called, and softly yet firmly asked if I was on my knees, answer being YES! All items close to me he then continued in his safe, constant tone over the miles, yet right next to me. The next 40 minutes of time were spent by me listening to his instructions. I was to lean and insert the bottle, slowly fucking a hungry cunt, grinding the bottle upon my clit, slowly inserting it into the now wet cunt. I hover, I feel the wetness, I feel the slow drip of cunt juice drip in anticipation. “Daddy” hears the deep breathing at a faster pace, heavy in lust for the desire of what I feel. Yes, a wine bottle! HIS command though it is tool upon me, HIS control over me, VERY solid complete control over me. At the point am almost at an orgasm by the penetration of this wine bottle, he firmly guides me to take the candle, pour the melted wax upon my nipple, the HEAT is PAINFUL and burns, oh what intensity though! Do you wonder where the safety pin fits into this scene? As I am post orgasm, and in this little dreamy moment, He tells me to take the pin and flick the now solidified wax off my nipple…….the pain of the pin, intensified from the most recent orgasm was, I cannot put the proper description here, and the words do NOT properly convey what I felt. It was VERY intense, IT HURT, it gave pleasure…it eased the pain of my heart, I NEEDED THIS and was so THANKFUL. “Daddy” knew what this “slut” desired and makes her cunt throb and her ass tighten. The previous run on sentence can only show the moment of the run on type of orgasm I felt. I came, held, hovered, and felt pain….how could this sensation be condensed to a single simple sentence. After this, I was instructed to lie down, rest, on the floor, enveloped in the down comforter I love. It was a safe, calming feel as I drifted off to sleep. I cannot thank “Daddy enough for understanding what this “slut” needs, desires and loves to complete the task given.

The pages are being filled with thought and actions of our interactions. I do not want to ramble too long. There is much to share. The interactions of the past guidance and the future meeting will be shared in full soon. I do though feel a bit here and there shared should only be just as that, a bit here and there. The conversations held have been here and there, not all at once. The anticipation is building, so this written reflection should be built a little at a time. SO MUCH to be shared but I will do it in little increments, treat you to the anticipation that I hold daily. The tease, the foreshadowing is what creates the intensity I feel. Upon the arrival of “Daddy” there will be SO MANY experiences I will share, a bit at a time, in time. I so look forward to this meeting, SOON!

Friday, November 26, 2010


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Thursday, November 11, 2010


They're baaack those slutty housewives you love so much from Housewives Gone Rogue 1. It was so good we decided to to continue the series and bring on part 2 this time the sluts are bolder nastier the second time around Fan favorite Fiona and hotwife Kay are back doing what they love... fucking BBC. New cumer Hotwife Lousia and Sasha join the sluts in this all out slut fest. Another favorite from the "Max banging the MILFs" series Cleo complete the quartet of sluts hungry for black dick. 5 hot scenes in a brand new 2 hour DVD. click here to the link

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Monday, November 8, 2010


Last weekend was interesting. I went out of my comfort zone to go and meet a couple from out of state. I had met them at a party while back, I normally don't drive too far from home to meet folks, but his wife was hot and I wanted to get some one on one time with her. We texted back n forth about the meet I had a rough week of meeting couples 5 cancellation with in a week or so. I was ready for some new pussy. But as we texted back and forth I began to lose interest when the husband told me he was trying to get maybe 6 or 7 other guys to join us. I don't mind gangbangs but for me they have to be local. I am not going to go out of my way to wait in line for my turn in a gangbang of that magnitude. Although it had been a week I had not gotten laid. I was not desperate I told him if there going to be that many guys I am not going to show up thanks for the offer though. Couple hours later the husband texted and told him only 3 had confirmed but he had his doubts would, I reconsider coming if it were a smaller group. Why not I surmised so we agreed to meet at a club he knows at 9 PM.

I left my house a lil early to get there on time. I arrived at the club at about quarter to nine and waited for my party. And waited I did. There is a reason I do not go to clubs I just don't like em. I am not 18 any more and find the process of being frisked after entering a club, pretending to be interested in the conversation with the inebriated bubbly 22 year old which I have nothing in common with at the bar, and getting wasted on cheap liquor with the delusion of having a good time is not my cup of tea, so least to say I was a bit annoyed. When the 2-hour mark passed and no one showed up I was ready to leave. I don't know about you guys, but drinking usually impairs on my ability to fuck well. That is why I normally don't drink heavy before meeting folks… but I was at a bar taking up real estate so I had to drink something. I was on my 4th beer and 2nd Tequila shot when I kid you not a 73-year-old lady approached and tried to hit on me. I know she was that old because I over heard her talking the a another lady explaining how she celebrated her 72nd last year. I smiled and carried light convo with her but when it became obvious this cougar was on the hunt i grabbed my blackberry and pretended i had important text coming though. I nodded to her inquires while furiously punching on random buttons on my phone. She eventually got the message and moved on. Finally at about 11:30 they showed up an apologized for the delay they over slept. My first instinct was to leave but I had traveled so far and it would have been a waste.

She was stunning, tight top a lil mini dress with no panties which was apparent after hugged kissed and fondled her hello… so being mad went out the window lol. We settled into a dark corner booth at the back where another guy they had known joined us. The both of us immediately started hitting and fondling Sasha while her husband proudly looked on. Both our hand where under the table alternately fingering her wet cunt, each fighting to get position. She loved the attention of having two black men toying with her like that. As she downed her Long island ice tea we both got bolder spreading her legs laying them on our laps alternately kissing her we both sat on either side of her taking turn tweaking on her now aroused nipples and making puddles under her pussy lips even thought we were at a public place my dick was throbbing and I am not shy I unzipped my pants zipper a took her hand and firmly placed it on my dick. Sasha made an audible gasp and involuntarily griped it and whispered “Oh my God,” and that I how it went back and forth. Finally Sasha was so horny she said lets get a room I want to fuck. By this time it was 1 AM

What happened in the motel room was a scene which repeated itself many times in the course of the night, Sasha was on her knees in front of me In her hands was my dick. My dick head was glistening from Sasha licking and sucking it. She began licking it from top to bottom. I was hypnotized at the sight of a hotwife taking my 10 inched down her throat looking at me with those lusty eyes begging for BBC. as i slapped her face with it. Ten minutes later we were in the bed and I was poised above Sasha with the head of my rigid Dick at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly I began entering her, pausing every inch or so to savor the feeling and to watch Sasha reactions. Her eyes were wide open and so was her mouth. "Do it!" her husband yelled I laughed and, pushed my cock all the way in her and then beginning to fuck her with a ferocity Sasha picked up this rhythm, locked her feet behind my ass and pumped for all she was worth. It didn't take long for Sasha to cum hard, and then Sasha rolled over and began to suck on my new buddy dick. All though out the morning she alternated in taking our dick in her pussy and mouth, like a true slut she liked it brutal raw hard with nasty talk finally and over an hour of fucking my buddy blew his load in her cunt her eyes lit up as she felt his load seep in side her deep she had a big smile asking for more. After he pulled out her husband was begging her to push it out he wanted to see cum drip out but he had cum so deep in her it was not happening. Then I started to fuck her again she was in heat whispering to me are you going to cum in me too. That type of nasty talk always triggers something in me I paused a moment listening to her moan before pounding away furiously for another half hour. I finally froze pulled my dick out and stroked it like a mad man pushed my dick head at her cunt opening and came on and inside her, filing her with cum, I could hear her whisper, "Give it all to me”

-B. Max