An Unexpected Threesome

It was a few weeks after i hooked up with Ninnie, see a previous post, She was doing some of her washing up in my bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Ninnie not being the least bit bashful went to open dressed in nothing but her knickers. Luckily it wasn't my parents or daughters at the door but a friend, let's call her Sue. She was in town and just popped in to ask if I wanted to join her for a drink, I had the camera ready and took this picture. We readily accepted and it became rather late before we decided to call it a night and by that time Sue's last train had gone so she went home with us. All three of us sleeping in the one bed.

I wasn't expecting anything exciting to happen so I was drifting off to sleep, I was in the middle, and suddenly I felt Sue's hand moving across my chest and seconds later Ninnie's hand further down. In no time we were a tangle of legs, sex organs, mouths and sundry other body parts. After a while it crystallized into a kind of triangle of oral sex with shifting givers and receivers. We were all a bit tipsy and tired and it soon became a slow languid munch fest. Both me and Sue was almost drifting off to sleep, our tongues slowing down. Then suddenly Ninnie cried out: "For gods sake! Please let me come! Please! I have to or I'll die! Please!" In the munching jumble I had completely forgotten that I told Ninnie the first night that she was never to have an orgasm without my permission. "Come, my lovely slave" I said as I held her face between my hands and ordered her to keep her eyes on mine as Sue brought her to orgasm. It's something of a miracle to look into the eyes of a woman as she comes, there is nothing quite like it.

We all fell asleep in a tangled heap and woke in the same way. As you might have guessed the girls had agreed before hand what they wanted to happen.We had a lot of fun the next day too, but that will be a topic for another post.

Love, kisses and munchings until next time
Caisa

#muffmunchmonday and why I love it

I decided to move these two postings to this blog as I want to keep Gender Switch non X-rated.

#muffmunchmonday and why I love it

And not just on Mondays.

As I tweeted earlier today I took a nap hoping to dream of #muffmunchmonday. Alas that didn't happen. But as I drifted of to sleep the muffs I've munched in the past appeared on a film behind my eyelids. (It took a while to nod off)

It never ceases to amaze me how different they all are. The. taste, the smell, the colour, the shape, the size of the lips, the texture inside and out. I've never encountered a muff that wasn't completely unique. And with a few exceptions I loved them all (after all bad personal hygiene can be disastrous for a happy muffmunching).

And all the haircuts! From the wild, wild bush to the bare naked. Each with it's own charm. To wake up the next day with a reminder of the night before stuck between two teeth can be a nice cue to start all over. And a bald muff makes it all the easier to explore every nook and cranny. I love to coiffure a muff. The style depending on the hair and the bodily background, how it will look on that particular muff.

The hair out of the way we're coming closer to the heart of the matter. The parting of the sea, or in this case the lips. (Go away Moses with your sea and your staff!) Lips, lips, how do I love thee? Let me cunt the ways. (No let's not that would take to much time.) Small, almost hidden and childlike. Folded out like a welcoming flower. Thin and long or fat and long. As an BDSM aficionado I must confess that I have a predilection for somewhat larger lips. Nipple clamps can be used in more ways than one. ;-)

And the nectar of the Goddesses. Sometimes flowing like water from a moss ringed forest well. Sometimes slow flowing like if saturated with honey.

Then the tongue finding the pearl, her thighs closing around my head. Her moans and shrieks.

A couple of fingers pressing on that special spot and she might give me even more of that nectar.

Goddess! I've made myself quite exited. I think I'll stop here.

Love and kisses until next time
Caisa

Strawberry Muffs Forever. a follow up to #muffmunchmonday

It was a wonderful balmy day in the summer of 89. A friend, let's call her Madeline, was taking me to her parents summer house in Sörmland ( an idyllic  part of Sweden) Where she was going to see to the garden.

When we arrived at the lovely, isolated cottage a bout of love making ensued. After which M started pruning the garden in the nude. A lovely sight indeed, but after a while I put on some rudimentary clothing and took a stroll in the surrounding forest. I was hoping to find some blueberries, But to my delight I found an abundance of wild strawberries. When I returned to the cottage M was naked and half asleep on a blanket in the sun.

I gently parted her thighs and proceeded to line her muff lips with wild strawberries, got my camera and took a few shots of the delicious dish. It was such an enticing sight that I didn't want to disturb it. Just as I was going to do just that M said: "Aren't you going to eat them? Don't you like wild strawberries?" . That was all the encouragement I needed. I tried to gently lick them of her but soon they were more or less crushed. The taste and smell of the sweet mixture! It was one of the best fruit dishes I've ever had. :-)

Love and kisses until next time
Caisa

The One I Miss the Most

A long, long time ago, back in the late 80s, I produced, and sometimes participated in, porno flicks of the home made kind. With the advent of relatively cheap VHS cameras it was a genre that was just taking off around the world. The money I made was almost zero, but I made sure the women who participated got paid. The guys didn't get any material rewards. I demanded that all models were checked for HIV. But the main criterion was that everyone involved had a good time. Sometimes the camera wasn't even turned on. It was a short period, just a year and a half, maybe two, but we made quite a lot of videos. I heard that they even sold well in NY and San Francisco. So if you're from Sweden or USA and is old enough you might even have seen some of them.

But this post is about one video. a very special one in more ways than one. We were supposed to shot a video for a private customer with a girl that I hadn't met before. The crew and the model, let's call her Ninnie, arrived and it turned out that the customer wasn't interested any more. What to do now? After a lot of talk back and forth the camera man suggested that we make an SM video with me and Ninnie. He knew that that was just my cup of tea. I was reluctant even if I was attracted to her, for SM play I want a partner who is really willing and who have some idea what she is in for. After I had outlined what I had in mind Ninnie was not only willing, she was eager to try it.

So I got out my SM paraphernalia, ropes, chains and whips hanging from the bar I had in the living room. In front of it a platform with a T-bar. The base story was that Ninnie had been sent to me by some one. We never used more than one video camera shooting continuously so that the action could unfold as smoothly and naturally as possible.

The shooting opened with me on the sofa smoking as Ninnie entered and said that she had been sent to me to learn what it was like to be a slave girl.Pretending boredom I looked her over and told her to strip and then we would see. As she did as she was told I demonstrated my acting skills by still having a slightly blasé expression on my face. When she stood naked before me with her head down I rose and walked around her, inspecting her body. I bounced her tits, pulled lightly on her nipples, felt her bare pussy and gave her ass a good slap before I ordered her to sit on the platform.  

I explained that she had one last chance to walk away. If she stayed she would belong completely to me for the next twenty four hours. I would be her owner, body and soul, I would use her as I saw fit. I expected total obedience, If I was dissatisfied with her she would be punished. She might feel the whip, cane or some other of my implements just because I felt like it. If she at any time felt that she absolutely couldn't take any more she just had to utter her safe word: Mercy, and I would immediately stop what I was doing.  Did she accept these conditions? "Yes" she said in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

OK. Time for her to feel what she had gotten herself into. I ordered her to stand up under the chandelier that hung from the ceiling, put a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists, lowered the chandelier and unhooked it from the rope it was attached to. I put a short chain between the cuffs and hoisted Ninnie up until she was almost on her tip toes. I walked around her, admiring my new property before picking out what I should use on her. Maybe just a spanking? Finally I decided on a riding crop. I walked around her again, lightly touching her with the crop. She shuddered but remained unmoving. I held her close and caressed her naked body to calm her and gave her a kiss on the nose. But enough with the cuddling. I ordered her to present her back to me. She turned around and I admired the round cheeks of her ass for a few moments before I gave them a resounding crack with the crop. She made a little whimpering sound and jumped a bit but immediately positioned herself before me again. The reddening mark on her ass was beautiful.But as I'm a sucker for symmetry I gave her one more slightly lower down.. Once more her only reaction was a slight jump and a whimper before presenting her ass to me. I fully expected her to use her safe word at this point as she had never been whipped before. As I was standing behind her I couldn't judge Ninnie's reaction from her face. I hit her four more times with the crop, each time more forcefully until her ass cheeks had a pattern something like a  # of beautiful red welts.I turned her around and took her into my arms, her head on my shoulder, her tears soaking my shirt.

And now the unexpected and beautiful happened. I took hold of her hair and pulled her head back so I could see her face. It was so beautiful! Tear streaked and happy. We looked deeply into each others eyes for a long while. Then, I don't to this day know how it happened, we were kissing passionately and I know I was in love. How long this went on I'm not sure. Finally we were interrupted by the by the camera man: "This is getting to personal. I'll leave you alone." We broke the kiss, looked at each other, smiled and at the same time said: "No, we'll continue." I was about to release Ninnie when she said: "Please, master, can I stay like this? But a glass of wine and a cigarette would make me ever so grateful." How could I refuse my beautiful slave her humble request? And I fell even more in love as I helped her to the wine and the cig.

After the short break we continued our session. The camera man still felt embarrassed at witnessing our intense and personal SM play. Culminating much later with Ninnie once again standing up with her breasts bound. While the camera man and I packed down the lights, camera and tripod Ninnie fell asleep on the sofa.

We had a wonderful few months together before her former love, heroin, claimed her back. for weeks I tried to find her but all in vain.I'll give anything to have her back now. But realistically a heroin addict haven't survived these twenty odd years. An added irony is that Ninnie was bisexual and would probably have been very comfortable with me as her Mistress.

The video was later deemed illegal due to "olaga våldsskildring" illegal depiction of violence. As one woman in the jury said: "We have to ban it! She is obviously enjoying it!" So what is obscene with two people lovingly enjoy sex, albeit of a kind not practised by everyone. But I sometimes wonder what the woman juror did when she got home. Maybe hubby was in for a surprise.



I wish I could once again experience something like what Ninnie and I had. This time as woman with woman. Then I would be a happy old cougar.

And with that I'll give you a hint of what's to come in the next instalment. It might be about an unexpected three some with me, Ninnie and a girl we can call Sanna. Or it might be the story of the poetess and me in another BDSM adventure. Come back and you'll find out.

Over and out from
Your Mistress Caisa.

A Short Intro

For those of you that don't know me from my other blogs, twitter or Facebook here's a short presentation of me:




Name: Caisa
Age: How dare you ask? ;-)
Sex: Yes, pretty please
Gender: Transwoman
Sexual orientation: Love women of all ages, shapes and sizes
BTW: The woman to the right isn't me. :-)


The longer version;

I'm Caisa Viksten, a 60 year old transwoman in the process of transitioning. By next spring I will hopefully get the OPERATION, I've been on hormones since November last year and the results so far have been good, even if I wish my tits would grow faster.

The change of gender have in no way had any effect on my sexual orientation. Why the hell should they? I have always been sexually attracted to women. The only diference is that I soon will be able to have sex as I want and need - as a woman with women.

In my life I've had (too) many sexual partners, some one night stands, some longer and one quite long with the mother of my two daughters. Not to brag but most of them have been more than satisfied. The reason was probably that I have never been particularly interested in the act of penetration. My subconscious was probably telling me that I was meant to be born a girl. As a result I resorted to tongue, fingers and hands and learned a lot of women's bodies and  how those bodies and minds reacted. (I found the G-spot before I even knew what it was.) It would be interesting to know if other transwomen have had similar experiences.

I was quite young when I realized that ropes, domination and spanking was very exiting. Unfortunately I was too embarrassed and ashamed to do anything about it until far later in life.But I've made up for it since then, oh yes.

The fact that I'm into BDSM doesn't mean that I don't fully enjoy other aspects of sex. Tender kisses and caresses, tasting a woman and using my tongue all over and in her body, fingers fondling breasts and exploring  a cunt, my whole hand inside her. Oh, the possibilities are endless.

So far this haven't been a very saucy, kinky and explicit blog post. And it will not be either. you will have to wait until the next post: How We Fell in Love During the Shooting of a Porn Flick