The only reason I don’t have a bunch of tattoos and piercings is sheer lack of money. Most of my life that’s been a thing in extremely short supply, and even now it’s squeaky-tight.  Then again, I suppose that if those things were really important to me I would have found a way of procuring them. I have favored other, less permanently visible, expenditures.  Still, I really do want a tattoo.  But every time I mention it it seems like the overwhelming response of my fans is “No! Don’t do it! We like you all-natural!”

{tattoo trivia - did you know that Winston Churchill’s mum, following the vogue for tattoos among refined Victorian Ladies, had a serpent bracelet tattoo?}

I think I’ve figured out how to get the body art I want in a Cherie-subtle manner. I always thought I wanted a tat of a lizard curled around my belly button with one tiny paw grasping the edge and it’s head tilted to look out at you. (So difficult to execute!) Then I thought I might like a “pornstar” tattoo, a big colorful peacock, tail spread, covering the small of my back. (So expensive! So blatant!) But this morning it occured to me that it might be cool to get a leetle teeny tat of a peacock, in brilliant color of course, right at the top of my ass-crack. Tiny enough to be (nearly) covered by my smallest panties. (Now picture me in the tattoo parlour, a breathless audience watching as the artist traces around that itsy-bitsy triangle to define his/her working area.) Then I could truly use the “wanna see my tattoo?” schtick!  *grin*

Later it occured to me that I could take it a little further and have tattoos deliberately positioned in my fat folds, in places that would never ordinarily show. Under the hanging part of my belly, under my breasts, perhaps even in the crease where plump thigh meets big labia. I could have my lizard observing the observer from under my left tit, and “have I shown you my tattoo?” would REALLY mean something! *BIGgrin*

These are the panties my peacock tattoo should (almost) fit under.

p.s.  Notice that I do not mention the pain as a deterring factor - actually, I rather suspect I’d enjoy the process.  That sort of thing usually feels good to me.

Sometimes I get into a real horny spell, where all I want to do is get off, and I have been having one of those for the past couple of days now.  Two nights ago I was totally desperate with desire and (as is pretty common at such times) I asked Sgt to tie me up and “abuse” me.  The general idea of the game is that after he has me “helpless” he is free to use my body for his own pleasure, roughly or gently, without regard for my desires.  In fact, the meaner he is the better I like it; I’ve got him well trained by now in the precise degree of name-calling and smacking around to drive me crazy.  *grin*

I could go on about how this is all pre-negotiated, Sgt’s spent fifteen years gaining my absolute trust, I know that his greatest pleasure is usually to make me cum and if I express any real discomfort he’d stop immediately…but as I said, this is a game, one that I asked for, and all that stuff ought to be understood without saying.  Those people who have such a hard time comprehending how anybody could actually enjoy being “degraded” in this fashion really need to examine their understanding of the difference between fantasy and reality.

Anyway, back to the titillation…he started off by just watching tv, for what seemed like forever, with me lying beside him.  Of course, he was pinching and pulling on my nipples the entire time, and I was a puddle of goo by the time he decided that the midgets were down for the count and he could proceed to stage two.  Stage two consisted of him pulling me to the edge of the bed and repeatedly shoving his wonderfully fat cock (he gets so hard when we play these games!) into my mouth.  After a very few minutes of fucking my pretty face the phone rang - it was his mom, lol!  So he stands there chatting on the phone for like half an hour, alternating between fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes, lingering long on the in stroke and making me gag over and over; and rubbing his rod all over my face, smearing spit and precum everywhere, poking it in my eyes and mashing it against my full wet lips.

*I enjoyed this so damn much I just can’t stop thinking about it, and have requested a repeat asap!

After the phone call ended and he’d had his fill of fucking my face he pulled my legs off the bed, so that my ass was hanging over the edge, and asked me if my pussy was wet.  The answer came a few seconds later as he slid easily into my dripping snatch.  He pushed my legs up toward my shoulders, bending me almost double, and pounded into my pussy for a few minutes, until I begged him to let me cum.

Then it was down on the floor, with my cheek pressed against the carpet and my ass in the air as he stuffed my black rubber butt plug into my tight, resisting asshole.  Grabbing a handful of my hair he pulled me up on my knees, and rubbed his hard dick, wet with my juices, in my face.  My cue to take him in my mouth once again, and to try and relax as he stuffs his full length methodically down my throat.  It’s not too difficult when he goes slowly, but when he starts thrusting into my face as if it were a cunt, shoving all the way down each time, the feeling of his cock slamming into the back of my throat over and over makes me gag really hard.  The convulsions in my abdomen push the butt-plug out of my body and I whimper, drawing his attention to my transgression.  He shoves me down again, face to the floor, and jams the toy back inside me.  He smacks me a couple of times, hard, and tells me I better not lose it again, then another yank on the hair and I’m on my knees gagging on his dick once more.

When I lose the butt plug the second time it’s “Ok, cunt, you’re gonna get it now.  Get your ass over here and sit on my cock.”  He perches on the edge of the bed and pulls me into his lap, spreading my fat cheeks wide apart as I sink down onto his erection.  “Ummm, I love watching my dick go into your ass.  Ride that cock, you fucking whore.  You’re a fucking slut aren’t you?  You love having my dick in your ass, don’t you?”  he says, stating the obvious.

He hands me a vibrator, and tells me to stuff it in my pussy.  It’s not easy to balance, reaching underneath my belly to fuck myself with the vibe while continuing my rhythmic bouncing impaled on the stiff pole in my ass, but his groan of pleasure is worth it.  Just a few moments of this and he pushes me to the floor.  He grabs my hair again and pulls me to my feet, pushing me hard face down onto the bed.  And then he shoves his cock deep into my ass, in one hard fast vicious stroke, and I explode into a mind-blowing orgasm.

When I come to my senses again he’s hammering wildly at my ass, swinging his hips from side to side, stretching my anus almost painfully.  I’ve been quiet so far (was gagged, with cock or with a ball-gag, most of the time anyhow) but now I start babbling “oh, god yes, I’m your whore, fuck my ass, fill my ass with your fucking cum, make me your fucking cum-whore, you know I love it…” as I thrust back against him.  I can feel my sphincter clenching around his hardness, still pulsing from my orgasm, and when I feel him start to shoot inside me I clench down as hard as I can, milking every last drop of jizz from his throbbing cock.

The scene ends in the traditional fashion, with me fetching a hot, damp cloth from the bathroom, kneeling before him and lovingly washing his cock and balls.

Is this terribly degrading?  Well, consider this - if Sgt refused me these sessions, at these times when my lust rages so wildly, I would be FUCKING PISSED.  If he neglected to “humiliate” me verbally, to “hurt” me in all the little ways I take such delight in, I would be frustrated and disappointed.  I would, in short, feel abused if he did not do these things.

Once again big changes for my little empire.  My Mom’s moving in with us, which means I’ll no longer have the privacy I need for the weekly CamZ shows.  But on the other hand, Sgt and I will have a much easier time getting away together, for the evening or even the weekend.

I’ll miss the camshows, but I’ve also begun having daily scheduled chats in my own chatroom, which is fun too.  I’ve just finished moving to a new host as well, and, as you may have noticed, I’ve migrated from Blogger to WordPress, a change I’d been planning for a long time and hadn’t gotten around to.  I’ll pretty the place up and fix my links just as soon as I can.

Finally, the best news is that my application was approved and I can now take Visa cards, hooray!

 Some good rants and fun pics have been forgotten in the midst of all these changes, but hopefully I’ll be back on form soon. :-p