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Roo's rambles

Just me, writing shit down.

its been a while
Posted:Aug 28, 2018 3:09 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2020 5:27 pm
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What are you into?
What do you like?
Whats your thing?

These are questions I get asked regularly.

I like confidence, I like competence, I like having no control, and turning off my mind for a while.
I like pleasing,i like knowing I have done something well, or being punished if I have done it badly. I like creativity, and intelligence. I like being challenged, mentally, physically and emotionally.

Sure there are toys and fetishes that you can use to support these interests but they are not important. For me its a mind set and no amount of rope or canes gets you there on its own.
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Ok to screen shot?
Posted:May 27, 2016 5:39 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2022 1:42 pm
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So i had a message today from a gent that was very polite and friendly, but the message also included a photo of my self from a recent cam session I did.

I wanted to ask, how other people see the ethic's in this situation.

Is it ok to take a screen shot of someone during public cam? Without there knowledge?
is it ok to share it with them? Day's later even though there is no previous dialog.
Is this something other people have experience with?

Thoughts please kinky peoples
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Vanilla? just add sprinkles
Posted:May 25, 2016 5:04 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:1 am
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He playfully undresses from behind, kneeling on the bed. T-shirt and bra over head in one go with a practiced snap of the clasp. I laugh, its a Monday afternoon my house mates are down stairs, I think "turn the music up" as he flips me on to my back to shimmy my shorts over my ass. Sat astride me now he looks at me smiling, "where are your new bracelets?" He means the cuff I got for my self at an alternative market weeks ago. Soft black leather with a cute purple lining. I'd taken to sleeping in them occasionally. It seem so wasteful to own them and never use them. They made me feel secure but I knew they weren't being used properly. They need to be pulled against, sweated in, rub the flesh.

I point to the bed side table, bottom draw, the one with all the other naughty things in it that we never use.
He lifts out the cuffs and wraps them around first one wrist and then the other, joining them together. He goes back to the draw and pulls out a length of bright red rope. tying this around the attachment and looping it over my head and around the bed frame. I watch with open eyes, not saying a thing. but tilt my hips into his jeans and tense my self to feel the material glide across my naked pussy. I pull against the restraint, i can smell the clean leather above my head. He pulls on my nipple, pinching it, then quickly slaps my breast's. He does this now and then to please me because he think I like pain. I
don't like pain, I like being used, I like being a toy, I like discipline for misbehavior, I like doing things that turn my partner on. I like lack of control. I enjoy the endorphin's after pain, and I wear bruises with pride, but i don't like pain, but he doesn't understand this.

His hands slide down my body, and then very quickly his mouth is on me. He sucks my clit, hands on my thighs, digging just a little too hard. He slaps my pussy, one firm downward motion, This i actually love. I open my legs lift my pelvis, every inch of my body screams "again oh please again" he does it again. my knees beg for for the rest of me, and i fight the need to close my legs.

He's taking his clothes off, now i have a man in super hero underwear between my legs and i pull against my cuffs wanting to touch him. rubbing my self against his boxers." please i whisper into his ear, I want you"
"who said this was for you he replies. You might not even like it!"
I wish i could bottle this, he suddenly oozes confidence and sex. He is firm and in control. the boxers are gone and as he slips on a condom I look at every inch of him.
He pulls me down the bed, the cuff's bite into my wrists and as he lifts a leg on to his shoulder he touches my ass, no no no I beg, "what?" the one word question reminds me i'm not in charge right now I don't have a say, it's not up to me, If it's possible i get wetter.
Fuck, fucking, hot sweaty bodies riding against each other. he pins me to the mattress, small quick breaths against my neck. legs over shoulders, knees against chest, feet pushing in to bed, we shift and change and start again, and his hands pinch and grip and slap against my tits.
He's tired, he's done I can't take anymore, I ready to finish and he falls into the covers to my side and unlocks one of my cuff's only to swing me on top of him, I smile and look down at him. Then he refastens it. Im confused, I can't balance like this. He lift me and enters me and i sit straight so as not to fall. Slapping me again he say's "look at me!" I look i can't take my eyes off him but then i nearly fall and again a slap a command to look. I turn off, I can't do anything but what he tells me, he slaps again and again, I rise and fall, riding him and feeling my body clench around his. i blink and slap, "slow down" I go too fast and slap. I flinch the skin is pink and tender. He holds my face and says to me "don't flinch"
It's that simple he only needed to say it. Slap. It hurts but I can feel something else too, a steady building of pressure, Am i cumming is he? I rock forward and backward lost in too many sensations tight tingeing flesh, hot, sweaty, my hair in my face, my wrists bound to the bed frame.
Maybe he knows better than i thought he did, maybe.
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Thought of the day
Posted:Apr 11, 2016 3:22 pm
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2018 1:16 pm
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So ladies quick question, have you ever walked in to the facilities at work and with a full bladder, just had a moment where you thought, hey it really just stinks of pussy in here, like i can almost taste the cunt in the air, and not always in a good way. I mean I know men's rooms smell, its a given that its not a nice place to inhale. However in general the ladies normal has an odour of cleaning supplies or overly fragrant flowery room freshener.
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An Interesting Offer
Posted:Apr 4, 2016 10:18 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2020 1:54 pm
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I was recently approached by a gent in a chat room, with an offer to play for money.

Normally I dismiss requests like this as pervy and time wasting. however as there was very little else occupying my evening, I thought there was no harm in having a discussion in an attempt to find out the why behind it all.

The gent in question in fact appeared to be a respectable business man, with the unfortunate problem that because he travel so much had problems meeting and keeping submissives for any length of time, so had come to the solution of hitting up ladies, in the towns across the world where he would be for a few days.

Much less pervy than I had originally thought. in fact I could now see the appeal to the situation. whilst exchanging money for "favors" has never been my style. I can understand that some might enjoy the freedom such an exchange would involve. Although the thought that a service being paid for would incur certain expectations, but there is probably those that would quite enjoy that as well.

I made it clear that I was in no way interested in providing this service but we continued to chat regardless. I very much enjoy talking with like minded people, and found that the Business man had a quick mind and was well educated. Both very attractive qualities.

At one point during the conversation, he mentioned that he had kept submissives in the past, to travel with him. Imagine being a travel toy.
Jumping from city to city, with the sole purpose of being entertainment. Thats a wonderful piece of erotica begging to be written. Unfortunately it seems the submissives he had kept in this way, became lonely for other peoples company and whilst waking up in a different city every few days may sound appealing. I can appreciate that it could become quite secluded in a way.

This got me to thinking there must be some happy medium, a balance of a kind where the submissive would be a travel toy for x amount of time, for example 6 weeks, with the understanding that they would have recreation or freedom for one week after every 6. schedule allowing. To socialize, see family, take care of personal details. its a complicated issue, but I was sure some kind of solution could become available. that would enable the Dominant to have control but keep interest as well as give due respect to the mental health of the submissive.

The only problem with this as I can see is the home life, and mundane matters of the submissive. To be away from "home" for extended periods of time would mean there were not working, they would not have a permanent place of residence, or even be able to keep a car. unsupported by the dominant.

Is becoming completely depended on another person a realistic situation. So I have come to the conclusion that there are very few set ups where this could actually work. although none the less an Interesting Offer.
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Dreams 4
Posted:Jan 29, 2016 2:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:1 am
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Come here he said to me, my eyes wide. I turn toward the window. "and if I don't?" what game am I playing, this could go really wrong.

he laughs, "you can leave, anytime you want, but I know what you want Roo" this tone is new, almost matching my bravado. I am tempted, tempted to turn around and go to him. Don't you make this too easy for new boy, my inner brat is sucking a lolly pop and shaking her head. I walk along the window and glance over my shoulder.
"Roo, I have a feeling about you"
"oh?" I'm at the bed I walk around it , then perch on the end, sinking into the soft fresh linen. it smells crisp and there is a hint of vanilla in the air, Stephen is walking towards me, his shirt pulled out from his waist band, the button undone at the collar, its criminal how edible he looks. I would love to lick that neck, from the top of his collar bone to the back of his ear my fist clenching his hair pulling him into me. I cross my legs and hold on to the moan in the back of my throat.
He's standing directly in front of me and hooks a foot around my ankle kicking my legs apart, , then drops to his haunches and pulls my thighs apart, it happens too fast. gone are the slow gestures trying not to scare me, we are eye to eye and my breathing is heavy again.
He runs his hand firmly down my thighs to my calves, pulling my feet out so that I am barely sitting on the sheets, my skirt is scandalously raised to expose the lace tops of my hold ups.
"stocking's Roo, To a job interview? you are a naughty thing, I can smell you"
I blush, he can smell me, what kind of a thing is that to say. He stands up, I had't realised my hands had curled together at the base of my spine. He leans over me and pulls a plastic tie from his pocket and quickly lashes my wrists together. I don't move an inch, I am tied and my legs are spread, how did I get here, my inner brat has fled, I am humble and waiting for direction. I look up at Sir, he strokes my face and lowers my eyes, it's a gentle reprimand but I am burning with shame to have needed it. "See I knew you could be a good girl, now stand up" I'm on my feet so quick I nearly stumble, but he is close and I lean into him, his arms wrap around me and his fingers reach under the skirt to cup my bottom, he fingers the fabric covering the cheek and I breath in. He steps back from me, my eyes are on the floor. He walks behind me and place both hands on my hips, slowly pulling my waist band and making his way to the zip, he drags it down, and inches the skirt to the floor, telling me to step out of it. Now those hands are undoing my shirt buttons, my skin is hyper aware of every movement, I close my eye's trying not to picture what I must look like, legs apart, hand behind my back, shirt open, back lace pushing my breast into two creamy mounds, those fingers are working their way under, pushing the lace back, exposing the pink tips hidden beneath. He pulls them together, taking my nipples between the tip of his thumb and the knuckle of his first finger, stretching them out. My back arches, pushing my behind out into him, I feel him there and a fresh wave rushes through my groin, a tightening that lingers and releases a longing. My head rolls to the side, inviting more and I relax in his arms. "Greedy thing" he mumbles into my neck but his lips stay there and graze against me, and then he is gone.

I'm bereft, suddenly cold and aware how undressed I am, my wrist are starting to ache. I look up and Sir has the ear piece back in, talking to someone.
"yes, she's everything we expected"
"yes, playful but responsive, did you want me to test the traffic light system?"
I have no idea what is going on, he's not even looking at me, he's tucking his shirt in to his waist band. Is this a joke. I can feel tears threatening I bite my lip to hold them back and look at the floor, and then he is back, my face in his hands, "shh baby girl it's OK, you did really well" gentle tones you use with or maybe a pet. I feel like a pet, like I didn't get a choice. He has a small pair of scissors and cuts the ties on my wrists, taking first one limp hand then the other rubbing the pink skin. "you can get dressed now, Roo. How about a cup of tea? I nod still feeling confused. Willing my limbs into motion I get my shit together, how long have I been in this room, half an hour an hour. The kettle boils and Stephen makes tea, I take a seat In the small lounge area of the room, a glass top table and grey chairs. there is a book on the table, tourist attractions in Birmingham, there is a picture of a penguin on the front. Typical hotel rubbish. I need to sort my head out, why am I still here. "you probably have questions Roo?" I feel empty I can barely hear him. I shake my head, He puts the tea in my hand, its warm and helps me to focus, I look at him, he is beautiful, unruffled, smiling.
"I have some paper work for you" It will explain almost everything."
he hands me a brown A4 envelope. " Don't open it now, take it with you, read it. I would really like to see you again Roo. "
I take a sip of my tea and clear my throat, "What just happened?" my voice is deep. " You applied for a job, We are very interested in hiring you, your a natural"
"what is the job? I'm not a !"
Stephen chuckles, "you know better than that Roo, we can give you what you need, in a safe, vetted environment, in order for us to do that we need funds so our guest's, whatever their interests, pay premium prices, to have the ultimate pleasure experience. They pay for our discretion and high standards, We will train you and look after your basic needs, your duties are highlighted extensively in the paperwork, and for helping us achieve the excellence our expect, you will be duly rewarded." It was a prepared statement but I could see he believed it. I looked down at the envelope in my hand. "why me?"
"why not? you applied, you obviously have an interest and maybe some experience in this area? you are attractive and responsive"
"I did't mean to apply" I blurt out, Ha laughs at me again, "Roo, no one ever means to apply it's not like we can advertise in the paper."
I bush. "why didn't we.....?" I trail off
"why didn't i fuck you?"
I look at the table top I must be some crazy neon shade of pink now but I nod. I can feel the grin on his face "not because I didn't want to Roo, you need to see the paper work, but we thought it best to give you an idea of what you were getting into." He sighs, "our time is up I afraid" I'm being dismissed I stand, "thank you for your time" I turn around and practically flee from the room. clutching the papers to my chest I dash madly back down to the lobby of the hotel, not stopping to think until I'm back with in the monstrosity of Grand Central. "thank you for your time? for fucks sake really, thank you for your fucking time, I can't believe I just said that.
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Interesting reading
Posted:Oct 22, 2015 4:56 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2022 1:44 pm
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Edited# unfortunately this post has been deleted,

Makes for an interesting read, post is titled "How to Spot a Dominant at Ten Paces"

Thoughts?
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Dreams 3
Posted:Jul 13, 2015 10:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2016 12:04 pm
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"A pleasure resort?"
This has got to be some kind of joke.I'm smiling almost laughing.
" I assure you Roo, This is a serious offer, We will need to conduct a more intimate interview but your initial responses rate you as a perfect match for this position. From what I've seen, it would be a mutual beneficial arrangement and the pays not bad either." Flash of teeth
"More intimate interview?" So now I just repeat things said to me, well it's a step up from erm at least
"Yes, I would like to take you to a room here" He gestures the genera hotel area and then coughs "get to know you a little better.
I must blush, this is happening a bit fast, the air feels thick and I notice a bead of cold moisture trickle drown my hand from the drink, I don't remember reaching for it, I bring it to my mouth, looking at him letting the straw touch my lips. Setting it down, my eyes on the table top, I look up "then you better tell me your name"
He stands, offers me his hand and we leave the table. He hasn't let go of my hands its warm but dry and soft. Mine must be so clammy. My heart is running a million miles a minute. Were in the lift, the doors close behind me and I'm facing outwards my hand in his, he looks down at me. "Stephen, My name is Stephen. You can call me sir. if you want to leave or stop at anytime I want you to tell me. You haven't signed any disclaimers so there are something's I cant tell you.
"and the voice in your ear? is he here? What does all this mean I don't know what to think, but I'm a little excited. It's been a long time since I called anyone Sir, I have a good idea where this kind of thing would go normally but as an interview with a job offer?
"the man in my ear is my boss, I'm under review" he winks at me "I'm pretty new"
Great, I think I get the new boy, but feel a warm rush between my legs from the wink and decide new is probably better than too experienced.
The doors open, and we walk down the hall, he opens the door and holds it, waiting for me to walk in.
" I can leave if I want to?"
"Yes Roo, you can leave if you want to."
I walk into the room, its big the whole of one wall is a window and light floods across the crisp white sheets. "it's nice" time to look braver than I feel. I turn to face Stephen, sultry sexy Stephen. He's closed the door the ear piece is on the dresser and he shakes his jacket of his shoulders. Deep blue shirt underneath. Tilting his head to the side, he raises and eyebrow. "Come here"
"why?"
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Summer,gardens and Vibrators
Posted:Jul 12, 2015 1:25 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2022 12:00 pm
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I live with house mates, As I sure many of you at one point or another in your lives have done.
The thing with house mates is sometimes you really really want to just go to town with your very best friend (in my cases my best friend is a lelo smart wand)
Now i work shifts and so do my house mates, so a lot of the time Lelo and I have plenty of fun and we can be as noisy as we like with only the neighbours to worry about disturbing, but on those weeks when everybody's schedule matches up, yes we have great home cooked meals and evening glasses of wine but Lelo gets a bit left out.
I often am too concerned to left Lelo out at bedtime and sleep fitfully feeling that im neglecting the poor dear.
However I recently realised that with the warmer weather those late night cigarettes are had from the comfort of the patio, rather than huddled at the back door. Which got me to wondering, Lelo is probably loud enough to be heard thru an adjoining wall, but a story down, two interior walls and an external wall would probably cause trouble for all but the sharpest hearing part bats out there.
So i am happy to say Lelo and me have resumed our friendship, stealthily, undercover of night and oversized dressing gowns, and I can honestly say we have never gotten along better.
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