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A Good Girl Gets Her Rewards

28 April 2021 /

My university fuck seemed well practiced at licking cunts. His tongue was darting deeply inside, flicking round my clit and over my cunt lips. He was building me up very slowly and I just knew when I came it would be massive. But this wasn’t going to be over quickly. He seemed to know just how slowly he could go and not let me get bored. He kept looking past my tits towards my eyes, and he knew that I wasn’t going anywhere, he knew that I was rooted to the spot for as long as his tongue was working me.

I have no idea how long it took. It was a long time though, and eventually, his tongue got my hips bucking and braying, with him having a job to keep in contact with my cunt as my body moved. But he managed it enough, and the little cries that started emanating from my lips all merged into one and eventually he made my body shudder as he gave me my first orgasm at the hands (or tongue) of a man.

My body collapsed onto the bed, and he sat up on his heels looking rather pleased with himself. He commentated how lovely my cunt tasted (something I had never really considered before), and he laid on the bed next to me and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me a kiss with strong taste of my cunt. It was the first such kiss I had received, and I thought my cunt tasted lovely too. When he stopped kissing me, he spooned me, telling me that I would be getting his rock-hard cock tonight, and I slipped off to sleep happily in his arms.

When I awoke, he was still cuddling me. That was lovely. We got dressed and went out for some dinner, and we were asking lots of questions about each other. It turns out he missed a lecture because he was cuddling me. Naughty Mira for making him miss a lecture.

We then went to the bar and had a fun night. I noticed he wasn’t drinking alcohol, which was very unusual for him. I mused that he was keeping my fuck in mind when making his drink choice. I was really hoping it would be a good fuck.

Finally, at about 1am, the group split up and he said he’d walk me home. He must have seen the look on my face, as he leant in and whispered that he’s going to fuck me there. That made me happy, and we set off towards my room.

When we got inside, he locked my door and pulled the bed away from the wall “unless I wanted my neighbours to have an hour of my bed banging on the wall”. I didn’t mind if they knew, but my neighbours were lovely, and I didn’t want to annoy them.

He systematically stripped me, first my top and bra, taking time to lick and suck on each nipple for a while. Once he was happy with how they had grown and how hard they were, he undid my trousers and slipped them and my panties to the floor. He lay me back on the bed and gently nudged my legs slightly apart. Then he stripped off, his eyes not leaving my cunt whilst he did it. By the time he released his cock from his boxers, it sprang up fairly hard.

He knelt on the bed between my legs and told me to finish getting his cock ready. I moved both hands to it and started moving them up and down, fingers wrapped around his shaft. I really wanted to put it into my mouth, but clearly by where his body was, he only wanted me to use my hands. Still, it didn’t take much to get him really hard, and so he told me to open my cunt for him. As I held my lips open with my forefingers, he took an admiring look at my pink vulva, before rubbing his glans against it whilst asking me what I wanted him to do. I was squealing “Fuck me” like a crazed pig until he slowly started pushing his rock-hard length into my cunt. I let go of my lips and stretched my arms back above my head, so my electrolysis cleared armpits were on display to him.

I can’t tell you just how good it felt, just feeling him slide inside me. It was amazing. Once his cock was all the way in, he asked me if I was OK, and when I confirmed I was, he started his rhythmic sliding in and out, very slow at first building up speed. I looked down my body at him concentrating at keeping his rhythm, his eyes flicking between my filled cunt, my strained nipples, and my hungry eyes.

His stamina was impressive. He was in no hurry to cum. Instead, he carried out a rhythmic fuck, each time almost removing his cock completely. I really noticed the difference between my cunt being filled by his rock-hard cock, and the gap where his cock used to be. He wasn’t really building an orgasm, but I was loving the feelings of his cock inside me. I looked down past my tits to see the occasional glimpse of his cock on its way out and back in again. The visuals just added to the physical sensations, especially when he grew even further, and I felt him stretching my cunt just a little.

He somehow managed to place my hand to my clit, and he told me to work it like the slut he knew I was. Filthy talk. I liked it. Made me feel like a slut (in a good way). I started (quite roughly) rolling my clit and tugging at it, as he slightly sped up his robust strokes.

I was instructed to “tell me when you’re close, slut”, which made me giggle, but I was still a fair way off. I started gritting my teeth, which no doubt he picked up on, as he raised his speed again. Eventually, he knew I was close, and I knew he was close. A few more strokes and I declared myself as near.

With gritted teeth, after telling me to keep tweaking my clit, he demanded that I “cum for him, bitch”, and a particularly powerful slam in of his finished me off. I realised my orgasm was being mixed with his, his cock spewing cum into my wanton cunt.

He looked down at me and left his shrinking cock in my cunt. I decided that was the moment to tell him that he’d just taken my cherry, something about which he looked remarkably smug.

As his cock slipped out of my slick cunt, he adjusted his position and spooned me, and we drifted off to sleep with him wrapped around me.

The following morning, he said that was the best fuck he’d ever had, and I’m not giving anything away to tell you that there were many more fucks with him over the time I was at uni. And he was great for me, as we often discussed the women we’d each like to fuck, and he was happy to carry on fucking me whilst I explored my pan side with some of those women. But I was his slut, I liked it and he liked it too.

Putting That Good Girl Training To Use

22 April 2021 /

I was still a virgin when I got to university. I had a boyfriend, but hadn’t wanted to take that step, and then I started at uni and got to know this guy. He made a load of feelings come into my heart that I hadn’t had before. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Long. Repeatedly. And he seemed interested in me too. I had a choice to make, and in my heart of hearts, I knew what that choice was.

I will never cheat on a partner, so I had to go back home and break it off. Cue a heartbroken ex, and all the time I was hugging and consoling him, I was thinking of being fucked by the guy at uni. I couldn’t wait to get back to him, hoping my previous rebuttals hadn’t turned him off.

Immediately I got back to uni, I went looking for him. I found him in a uni bar playing pool. He was losing, so I settled back to watch him, thinking I could console him when he lost. But as soon as I arrived, his fortunes turned round, and he finished triumphant. We sat down to celebrate; he was full of how I was his lucky charm and I saw my opportunity. I told him that perhaps he would like to thank me for my efforts, and he agreed and started thinking of things we could do – none of them sexual. I guess that was my fault, as I had firmly closed him down before.

So, I kicked off my shoe and started rubbing my stockinged foot up and down one of his legs. He looked a touch confused, until I told him I’d finished with my boyfriend, as I’d never cheat on anyone, and there was now a vacancy and a hole I was hoping he’d fill.

I think he came in his pants. It was pretty amusing. But he recovered his composure and asked what I had in mind. I stretched my leg up and nuzzled my foot against his cock, saying “that inside somewhere warm and inviting.” I was pretty blatant and left him in no doubt what I wanted. I’m not sure where I got the confidence from, but it worked. He tried to remain nonchalant and chilled, whereas clearly, he wanted to grab my hand and run from the bar as quickly as possible to the nearest bed.

To be fair, I had got myself worked up into a frenzy, thinking about fucking him all the way back to uni. More than once on the train, I had slipped my hand down my skirt and panties when no one was looking and worked my cunt a bit. I didn’t let myself cum, as I wanted that explosion for him, but I was certainly craving it. At the time, it had totally slipped my mind that he was getting my cherry. All my mind was focussed on was getting his cock.

It was amusing to hear him trying to hold a conversation down, whilst all the time, my stockinged foot was nudging at his cock. After a discrete period, he asked if we could continue this conversation in his room, as he had something he urgently needed to deal with. Yes, I could feel it growing, so I agreed and followed him.

When we got into his room, he locked the door to ensure no one would interrupt, as I asked him what his problem was. He unbuttoned his trousers, dropped them, then peeled the front of his boxers down. He was certainly in a state. Clearly, he had cum and his groin and the inside of his boxers were a sticky mess. With a slightly demanding tone, he told me that I caused this and so I needed to clean him up. I was aware that the curtain was still open, and I would be on my hands and knees in front of him in plain sight of anyone outside, but I didn’t care. I just replied with a curt “Yes sir” and dropped to my knees. I made him wait a little longer by licking the cum off the inside of his boxers, mostly looking up at him as I did it, and taking care to swallow his cum every few licks in a slow and deliberate manner.

There was quite a lot of cum, particularly stuck to his genitals, but before I could make a start on it, he told me that all good cock suckers would have their tits out to improve the view, and I so wanted to be a good cock sucker. So, I dutifully unbuttoned and removed my blouse and bra, revealing my substantial tits to him, and then I pulled him towards me, and I started licking the cum off his pubes, balls, and thighs, leaving only his cum-coated cock left.

I started at the underside of his cock, and ran my tongue up the full length, ending up with my tongue going over his glans, took my tongue off and putting it back on at the base of his cock a little further around. Finally, after I had licked all the way around his cock, I took it all into my mouth and started to suck it, as he started moving it in and out a bit. I felt his hands touch the back of my head and gently motion it to move my head in rhythm. With his hands guiding my rhythm, we slowly increased the speed of motion, with his cock getting harder and harder. A good few minutes later and his guiding hands pushed my head forward, and so his hardened cock was fully impaled in my mouth. He held my head in place as his cock spewed.

I remembered our school “Good Girl” training (that the older girls at my school used to give the younger girls on how to give a good blow job) and collected some cum in my mouth. Then when he let go of my head, I looked him in the eyes, opened my mouth and showed him the cum, then (closing my eyes briefly), I swallowed it, before looking into his eyes again and showing him my empty tongue.

He stroked my hair, telling me that was an amazing blow job, but his cock was spent for the moment, so my fuck would have to wait. I pouted a bit, but he told me he had the desire to taste my cunt and told me to strip off and sit with my ass on the edge of the bed and my legs spread as wide as I could.

Once I was in position, he dropped to his knees and lowered his head towards my cunt. He stopped annoyingly short of making contact and drew a full breath in, savouring the smell of my slick cunt. He started flicking his tongue over the outside of my cunt, moving my folds with his tongue, but being annoying careful to not go inside my cunt with his tongue. I guess that was payback for me making him wait earlier, and he clearly knew what he was doing.

After a good ten minutes of this outer fold licking, I felt his tongue flick a little deeper inside me, once, then again, and then pulled his head back a little, used his forefingers to open my folds a little and to reveal the pinkness of my vulva. He leant down and kissed my cunt, before curling his tongue and pushing right into it. I reared up slightly, but his tongue felt amazing, and I was ready to let myself go for him.

Phoenix Rising With A Fiery Ass

12 April 2021 /

I’m back! Six months after my previous blog disappeared from the internet without any notice, I’ve finally been able to get some new hosting sorted, and here I am, as kinky as ever, as naughty as ever, as explicit as ever and ready to blog.

Sorting out hosting has been surprisingly difficult. Most hosts specifically exclude explicit content in their terms and conditions, and some that do allow it are very expensive. Luckily, I’ve found Vice Temple, who are both reasonably priced and happy to allow very explicit content.

As I have full control of the blog now, I am taking the opportunity to give the layout a little spruce up. Nothing too radical, but the old theme I was forced to use didn’t work very well with mobile devices and had some annoying issues that I can fix now I’m in full control of the site. The blog has a new name and strapline, reflecting better how the blog has developed, and obviously, it has a new URL. I’ve been very lucky with the domain name: I wasn’t expecting KinkyMira.com to be free. It is nice and easy to remember, and I’m really happy to have it.

I have all the blog posts from my previous blog saved, and over the next few months, I’ll be posting them again, having given them a fresh edit. The tone of some of those older posts was not as explicit (when they could easily be), so I’m also bringing them in line with the newer material now that my style has settled down, and I’ve noticed the odd error or thing I can improve, and now seems a good time to deal with those. I have brand new material from the last few months to post to get us going again, and I’m also tweaking the categories and tags, in light of what I learned with the first blog.

I have three new areas, Who’s Who, Timeline and Firsts. Who’s Who shows all the relationships between people in this blog, as it is easy to lose track of who is who (particularly as historic and current posts are mixed in the post list). Timeline shows the blog posts in chronological order as the events occurred. Firsts is a chronological list of all the first times a particular activity is carried out with a particular person. All three pages will grow as blog posts get added (including the old ones). Also, for fans of my ass, I have the largest resolution image of my ass picture for you to enjoy. It is one of my favourites of my ass, pantyless of course, with just a hint of pink that signifies some paddle action earlier in the day.

Exciting times ahead, and I hope you will enjoy reading my words and posting comments. Your feedback has been lovely and has really spurred me on to restart the blog.

So that is the phoenix rising from the ashes bit covered. The symbolic rebirth, the hope, and the renewal. But this particular phoenix has a fiery ass. Spankings with a hand, a wooden hairbrush and then a tawse will do that. The wooden hairbrush and tawse make a particularly potent pair, mixing widespread impacts with highly focussed ones.

The tawse is new. Last November, I realised my ass needed something harder than the paddle we’ve been using. The tawse I bought was a Lochgelly Three Tail Tawse, a traditional hand-crafted tawse made from dense but supple black leather, meaning it wraps round the ass as it is applied and delivers a uniform strike across its length. It is a classic style school strap, but with particularly tough leather, meaning my ass knows about it. It is 18 inches long, which means that a well-aimed strike can cause the tawse to wrap round both ass cheeks including both sides. I have found it to give a most thorough all over spanking of all the implements been used on me to date.

When he first used it on my ass, it was that intense that I could only take about 10 strokes, but I’ve built up over time to take 30-40 depending on the day (even though the overwhelming intensity is still there). That’s much more what I was hoping for after those early sessions. (My challenge for 2021 is to have 2021 strokes of the tawse during the year; that works out at around 39 a week, so I’m now well on track to complete that challenge.)

But the spankings that gave me the fiery ass were related to this website. You see, my husband is a techie, and he did all the setup to make this blog possible. (I’m in awe of techies, because of the way they just know all the little things that need doing that mere mortals such as I would not have an inkling about).

But after many years freelancing, he’s always had this thing about never undervaluing his work. So, when I asked him if he’d help me, I offered to make payment so as to not undervalue his work. He obviously said I didn’t need to, but I was quite insistent, also making the point that I did not want him to skimp on time or effort as I wanted it done properly. Thus, we came up with payment spankings. Each and every day he worked on this blog, I’d get a spanking in proportion with the time. We agreed on a hand warm up, followed by wooden hairbrush and ending with the tawse (with the tawse strokes not counting towards my challenge total). At the time of the agreement, I had no idea that the wooden hairbrush and tawse would combine to massively increase the pain and torment my ass would feel. I soon found that out after his first day of work.

But I’m a girl of my word, and so every night, I’ve been over his lap for the hand spanking and the wooden hairbrush and then over the arm of the sofa for the tawse. Only once before have I had spankings on a good number of consecutive days, but only with the paddle. This was something else. The pain was fabulous, and my ass feeling like it was on fire and being split in two by the tawse was wonderful. Both the tawse and the wooden hairbrush were bruising in their own way and adding this day after day all went to increase the pain my ass had to go through. At first, I thought I was getting too few strokes, but the relentless day-on-day spankings soon proved I was getting enough.

But all too soon, he finished the website and with it my spankings finished. I wanted to carry on with them. My husband thought my ass had had enough for a while. He was probably right, but boy has that tawse exceeded my expectations. I was so right that I was ready for a harsher implement, and my careful and considered selection of a quality hand-crafted tool has certainly paid off.

My husband has enforced a two week recovery period for my ass. He reckons well deserved. I have no sympathy for my ass and can’t wait for the tawse to wrap itself round my cheeks again. Happily, that will be shortly after the recovery period ends, as he’s been saving up the payments for the odd tweaks he has made recently. My cunt is getting wet just thinking about it.

But in the meantime, I have the blog to keep me busy. So please make my ass’ sacrifice and torment worthwhile by reading, commenting, and using this blog for your enjoyment. It is so good to be back.

Cunt Worship And Queening Chairs (Part Two)

12 October 2020 /

I’ve already written about the three easier steps that Olivia laid out for embracing Cunt Worship. These are more of a challenge.

Fourthly, my husband always wanted to lick my cunt a lot more, but there were two issues. Firstly, I didn’t appreciate the act in its own right, and just wanted him to hurry up and get on to making me cum. Secondly, my aches and pains were always a blocker. So, for us, finding a Queening Chair was the key to much longer and sustained cunt lickings.

After trying both types of Queening Chair in France, they had distinctly different uses, so I was greedy and wanted both. The French engineer built and shipped both to us, and they arrived about a month after we got back. He even modified them a little, to include clips for holding spreader bars for my ankles or wrists and other clips to secure cuffs for my ankles or wrists behind my shoulders. I would have previously been horrified at the thought of my wrists being bound, but I liked this concept and potential here.

Olivia felt we needed to make the Queening Chairs a big focus of our Cunt Worship, by using them regularly. I intended to do that anyway, but channelling that enthusiasm meant a lot of cunt focus. She thought we could easily get up to an hour at a time licking me out, and that she considers an hour to be the minimum time a cunt should be licked for as a worship session. She also suggested I might at times like to use a mask, ear and nose plugs to deprive myself of my senses, to really focus me on my cunt.

The Queening Chairs are so comfortable that I can sit there and have my cunt worked for hours, and both Vicki and my husband now work my cunt for over an hour at a time. Vicki in particular seems to be addicted to my cunt, so will be down there savouring its taste, its smell, and its look for hours.

I find it relaxing to just close my eyes and let whoever get on with it.  The contact and the feeling of closeness is great, and I have got used to orgasming and then having more contact immediately after, a circumstance where I used to want my cunt left alone. I am very sensitive to touch, and feel every little touch, every lick, and every suck. It is very intense, but I’ve just embraced this intensity and now enjoy it.

Victoria and my husband are both so careful and so diligent in the way they work my cunt, paying attention to every part of it. I quite often can’t believe I didn’t want this for so long over the years – all that pleasure I missed out on.

I had several unsuccessful attempts at getting a mask that worked to block out the visuals, so I reluctantly went for a garment that I wasn’t planning to go near – hoods. I found a correctly sized cock-sucker hood, which is a full head neoprene hood with a large hole over the mouth through which you can breathe, or a cock can be inserted; there is no other holes, so that combined with a pair of good earplugs and a pair of good nose plugs means sight, smell and sound are all totally removed. Once I got the hood, it achieved what Olivia talked out, which was a total focussing of all your sensory capacity on touch, and if all that touch is only to your cunt, it produces the most amazing sensory experience, almost overwhelming at times, and makes you feel, for that period, that you are truly totally focussed on your cunt and that everything does indeed go through your cunt.

Fifthly, we needed to learn cunt massage. It is often called Yoni Massage or Vulva Massage and is predominantly an emotional thing rather than a sexual thing. I have been known to cum whilst he’s doing it, but normally I don’t and cumming isn’t really the aim.

There are lots of things to try, but I’ve found the best is for him to start massaging my tits, starting with the outer fleshy parts, moving on to my areolas but leaving my nipples alone for at least a couple of minutes. Once he does get to them, he squeezes, pinches and tugs at them.

Then he heads down my body over my belly, massaging as he goes, occasionally revisiting my nipples along the way, and after a suitable time period, he gets down to my pubic mound, which he again massages and strokes. I normally have my eyes closed by this point to focus on his work.

Then he heads lower and starts massaging my cunt. using techniques like circling (where he circles my clit with larger and smaller circles without touching it much), cupping (where he cups my cunt, making circular motions, then flattening out his hand to increase pressure), pushing and pulling (where he pushes down on my clit, making small repetitive movements or pulls down the side of my clit with his finger), rolling (where he rolls my clit between finger and thumb, eventually like he is trying to snap it off) and tugging (where he tugs on various parts of my cunt, pulling it away from my body – parts include my clit, my lips, my hood and anything else he can find).

Once this is done, he moves to massage the inside of my cunt, inserting fingers and massaging the inside using small circular movements and changing the speed from fast to slow. He tries to massage every part of my cunt that he can reach, ending up with my G-spot using a “come to me” type finger shape. The aim isn’t to make me cum, but I can do and have.

He sometimes combines the G-spot massage with the clitoral massage, and that can make me squirt. There is a big emotional difference between squirting in the full-on heat of a good fuck and squirting in the process of a cunt massage. He can now make me do both and regularly does, but a squirt under massage feels like much more of a gentle controlled almost coaxed release.

Sixthly, and to the most controversial thing Olivia said. Newer cunt worship, mostly powered by porn, has the woman in total control with the man worshipping her cunt. In more old-fashioned style Cunt Worship, in which both of us (or now all three of us) worship the cunt, she said that I needed to understand that my cunt belongs to my husband (and as it turns out to Vicki) as much as to me; the implication is that we all have an equal right to worship it whenever and wherever we like, and that, as the bearer of the cunt, I have to make it available for worship whenever wanted, and I should display it whenever possible.

This feels like a seismic loss of bodily autonomy; a transfer of rights to my cunt away from me and gets even more interesting when you bring Vicki into things. After all, if we all worship both her cunt and mine, this rule would mean I have just as much right to Vicki’s cunt than to my own. Very strange indeed and a bit disturbing, but Olivia said this was critical to proper (in her mind) Cunt Worship.

Vicki and I are certainly not ready for that at the moment, but we do certainly do the other five. I need to talk to Olivia again to find out why she feels six is so important. Neither Vicki nor I are saying never, just not now.

Cunt Worship And Queening Chairs (Part One)

3 October 2020 /

I have just realised that I teased a post on Cunt Worship ages ago, and I never actually finished and posted it. I even mentioned our Queening Chairs in later posts without mentioning how we got them. So, I will rectify that now.

I had a lot to think about after our holiday in France (about a year ago now and seems like a lifetime ago). I think the essence of what Olivia was getting at is that our cunts are amazing things that should be celebrated, loved, cherished, honoured, and worshipped. From discussions I’ve had and research I’ve done, not many of us women pay much attention to our cunts, other than to be filled with cock, as part of an orgasm or as a way to deal with our partners.

I think men are generally more appreciative of our cunts than women are (on average), and certainly the men I’ve been with have looked, touched, and caressed mine for as long as I would allow, which until recently wasn’t very long at all. At the time, it gave me great pleasure for my cunt to be filled with cock and cum, but I have to admit that I underappreciated my cunt otherwise. My husband always got pleasure from looking at my cunt and playing with it in various ways, but until this, I let him do it because it made him happy, rather than being something I totally wanted, even though when he did play with it, I did enjoy it enormously.

So, whether you believe in the energy flows or whole essence of a woman being channelled through her cunt, or the power a cunt holds over men or indeed a lot of women, or just that a cunt is a thing of wondrous pleasure that should be celebrated, then a bit more Cunt Worship is probably in order, and I ended up looking forward to valuing and appreciating my cunt more.

It is clear from talking to Olivia that Cunt Worship means different things to different people, and we each need to choose our own meaning and make changes accordingly. For me, I think I need to embrace my cunt’s beauty, its pleasure, and its power.

Olivia was enormously impressed with my pantyless way of life, something she had not achieved at the time (although inspired by me and my rules, she did go pantyless permanently last July), particularly the way I never cover my cunt up (apart from for wetting purposes). She loved the fact I always let my cunt have air flow around it, and even wetting is about my cunt and what comes out of it. She said my whole pantyless setup was a perfect example of Cunt Worship, and with my love of displaying my cunt, I was a Cunt Worship natural.

She suggested a number of steps for me to think about for my Cunt Worship journey.

Firstly, she suggested that we should both spend more time looking at and admiring my cunt. My husband did this quite a bit, and he never tired of it. But I never did it, and indeed, I had never seen the beauty of my own cunt. I had never really looked admiringly at my cunt – I had at Victoria’s and my other female partners, but never my own.

Olivia suggested I use an adjustable mirror to allow me to see it in comfort, and she suggested that I should spend at least thirty minutes doing so at least twice a week. She said during these half hours I should not masturbate, but look and admire, explore the folds, and generally see the beauty my cunt exudes.

I found these half hours to be a little like medication, that a calm descended over me and that I began to appreciate the beauty between my legs in a way I had never done before, and in a way, I think my husband long did.

I got my husband to tell me what me thought was beautiful about it. Clearly, it is aesthetic, but he loves the folds, the hole and the shapes and colours. He loves the way it can look completely different at times depending on how it is arranged, but it is clearly still my cunt, and he says he could clearly pick it out of a line-up. (I might test that one day). But the thing that really brings it to life is how it moves, as I breathe, or it slightly vibrates seemingly on its own. This is what makes him feel it is a very special part of my body and worthy of worship.

During these half hours, my actions were very slow, partially to avoid starting me down an orgasm path, but also this is a time for slow and deliberate actions; you don’t get to really admire, appreciate, and learn about something in a hurry.

It actually wasn’t very long before I really started to see the beauty and power of my cunt (in particular it’s pulsing and vibrations at times made me feel that). I suppose I started viewing it like a piece of art, with all its detail, its intricacy, and its movement, and only then did I start really appreciating how it looked.

Secondly, I needed to spend much more time solo on my cunt. I had never really taken the time to embrace what I have between my legs for itself, focussing instead on the act of making myself cum. I have made myself cum with toys quite a lot (although she said I should do more), but for me to embrace Cunt Worship, I needed to fully embrace my cunt, and that meant to play with it, to work it and to please it. So, a lot of playing, slow build up, work it with fingers and toys and yes, eventually orgasms, but after a good time, not as quickly as possible.

Thirdly, my husband needed to do more of all those acts and actions on my cunt that he often does, and I needed to focus on them as acts of worship, rather than stand-alone events, increasing the importance and emotion of them to a new level; things like lifting up my skirt to touch my cunt, playing my cunt when we are watching TV, parting my lips to watch me piss in close up detail, and cleaning or wiping my cunt.

More cunt inspections were in order, again as acts of worship. There is no tongue involved here, just his fingers for detailed and methodical inspections of every part of my cunt.

I finally bought the speculum he wanted. I’ve been scared of speculums since I had two of them snap closed on me during medical procedures. But needs must, as there really is nothing as good for cranking open a cunt and allowing inspection deep within it.

I’ve been told a couple of times when having my coils fitted that I have a long vagina, so I bought a large speculum, and it fits really well. When he has me cranked open and is using a torch to inspect deep within me, I really feel the depth of gaze, like he’s looking into my soul and my heart.

Those three steps are more about me and my attitude to my cunt. The other three steps (which will be in the next blog post) are more of a challenge.

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