I’ll Tell You No Lies – VII
Enjoying, as I do, lurking about in the depths of my own mind, delving into the possibilities I could turn my actions to with Mister, I also like to ask readers who drop by here from time to time to share their souls with me too. Or rather, tit for tat basically!
If you’re new to the blog, I occasionally set out a question I invite you to respond to in my Comments Section of this post. Of course, I share my reflections as well and we all have a jolly good time revealing information about ourselves. In return for your contribution, do ask me a question of your very own! If you are a newcomer, or a regular (*wave!*) and want to find out a little more about little old Lady P that won’t compromise my Super Secret Identity, go ahead and ask away! I like to respond in the Comments Section – it’s friendly there. It’s all very kind-natured at heart. If that heart had a sultry, kinky or exhibitionist side to it. So – here’s my question, do please feel free to add your thoughts after reading what I have on offer and don’t forget to add your own question – they have led at times to inspire a post of its own.
What sexual conquest has made you feel proud of your achievement and why?
When I think back of my sexual conquests…of Mister…yeah – having the one partner, you may consider I don’t have too much to say. Not so. Yes, he’s the only man I’ve been with, in every way that entails, but that isn’t to say I don’t consider him not to be included as a ‘conquest’. Interesting term that, ‘conquest’. You may know, I’m a lover of language and words and I read meanings into most things and so conquest contains notions of a hurdle to be overcome, a battle won or, in my case for this purpose – a challenge accepted and met with.
Mental barriers can hold you back in so many ways, and of course the psychology of sexual behaviour is no exception. Not that I want to get all psycho-babble on you or anything. If you have been lurking around for a while, you may also know that I’m one for Switching, but mostly playing to the submissive side of things. It’s a natural inclination for me – partly in reaction or acting as a personal counter to my professional position at work - as I have discussed before if you want further details about what it is I so fall for in terms of my kink. In any case, I think that the acceptance of my predilections has been my greatest sexual conquest.
Still today, people consider being ‘led’ into behaving like the meek, helpless and powerless and traditionally viewed feminine sexually submissive role is something to break away from. To an extent it is – no one wants to pigeon-hole people and force them into a corner they can’t escape from, it’s against our basic human desire for choice. But if you choose to place yourself in that position, fully acknowledging the implications, understanding the reasons why you want to take yourself into that place, for me, it is kind of freeing, tension-relieving. You have that control over a choice you make. I’m not one for ‘Feminism’ with a capital ‘F’. That F can go Fiddle itself for all its lack of equality that the concept has become. Male-bashing – and not in the good sense! – is what a perfectly alright idea has been warped into. I, again, won’t go into details as other writers discuss this with more intellectual capacity in the area than I have, as I will digress from my initial intentions – sexual conquest and why I view my lovely love and desire and need for being submissive as being one.
It’s a mental conquest, yes. It’s a social conquest too. A deeply personal conquest, of course. I guess, then, that my greatest sexual conquest is in fact…myself. Huh. Interesting where things lead you. I hope to see where you are led in return and don’t forget to add your own question!!
lacestockings said,
November 10, 2009 at 11:47 pm
I bagged my boss (Johnny). I am proud of it, and class it as my conquest as it was the moment I realised you needed to tell people how you feel if you expect anything to happen! And, well, let’s face it: he was my boss
The question is kinda related to your twitter post: how many pairs of stockings do you have, and would you consider converting to wearing only stockings (instead of tights) from now on? :p
ladypandorah said,
November 11, 2009 at 12:39 am
LS – a cookie for being on the ball and quick to the draw and a few other early bird metaphors…
Yay for your realisation, too, my dear. I like that ‘Eureka!’ moment.
As for your question, let’s see –
Pair no. 1 – Lace Tops, no elastic
Pair no. 2 – Lace Tops, hold-ups
Pair no. 3 – No lace on the top, but black ribbon at the back of the top part
Pair no. 4 – As above, but darker and with pink ribbon
Pair no. 5 – Seamed, plain top
I didn’t actually know the total until now; this was fun rooting around my lingerie drawer! I did have a lace top seamed pair, but they laddered as soon as I put them on for the first time. Annoying.
Added to this, I have two garter belts/suspenders and one of my basques has garter attachments too. I’m toting up quite a selection!
I have considered converting…but it’s the time issue that mainly is the drawback for me. Takes so much longer to put them on. Then I’m paranoid they will flip off and start falling down (they never do). Secondary to that, I probably shouldn’t be wearing them too often to work. It takes the fun out of it as a side note also, if worn too frequently.
Thanks LS xx
luckysexybella said,
November 11, 2009 at 1:00 am
i shagged a guy i have been crushing on since i was 11 this summer! it was as amazing as i imagined it would be and he’s been stuck on me ever since. i found it frighteningly empowering to fulfill such a long lasting crush! plus the sex was amazing and the long history we had already made the connection much different than i expected. our close history made it seem soooo dirty and forbidden especially since he was 17 when i was 11 and began crushing on him. now that we’re all grown up he still sees me as the forbidden fruit and it makes it sooooo hott!
now i do have to disagree with you about the stockings lady p. i think its much more fun to wear my stockings and garters at work than tights. its great since i am the reserved serious business consultant who makes sure evryone is doing what they are supposed to. if they knew what fun underwear was under my clothes it would ruin the knowledge that they have no idea that i’m not just a hard ass and a geek.
ummm lets see a question for you…….
what is the sexual conquest you have yet to complete but are still longing to try?
ladypandorah said,
November 11, 2009 at 1:25 am
bella – I’m so happy for you that your crush worked out and that it’s still a success!
In regards to stockings – I never said I don’t like wearing them to work – I love to wear them for the reasons you say here. It’s just I also like an extra 5mins in bed that little bit more!!
Thanks for the question, too. My sexual conquests I long for are firstly to combat my current mental challenge that’s been on-going for a while – anal with Mister. We’ve got as far as using toys, but anything more – including fingers – I feel uncomfortable with. My second one would be to explore the girly side of things with a willing female victim. It is somethinig I find I long to at least test the waters with. They would need a lot of patience with me, probably to take control (although if I had more opportunities, I definitely would enjoy delivering some pleasure/pain play), and I would want Mister there too. I don’t think it would happen though. At least not for the forseeable future – Mister doesn’t like sharing his toys.
LP xx
Innocent Loverboy said,
November 11, 2009 at 7:58 pm
There’s a thing. I’ve never really considered anything I’ve ever done to be a conquest.
There is one thing, though… a few years back I had this mad crush on a girl I saw a few times per year, on group holidays and suchandsuch. I don’t think she knew, even though I dropped hints which, in my mind, were blatant. She just wasn’t the detective I thought she’d turn out to be.
But I liked her. I really did.
Anyway, one Winter holiday, I kissed her. I don’t remember much about it and in fact I’m pretty sure it was embarrassing. She was very drunk and snogging random people. I was one of those people, number four if I remember correctly.
I hadn’t kissed anyone for years at that point (I was about 20 years old at the time) and this one, very brief, very hasty, and (in her case) very drunk, guilt-free pull actually saw me achieving something I’d been wanting to do for years. A rare example of courage on my part.
I never told her how I really felt, though. And at the next holiday I saw her kissing someone else, once again drunk, and I cried.
Right, that’s me done… now for a question to you, pretty Lady: when was the point that you decided you wanted to start writing a sex blog, and what was the proponent of such a decision?
ladypandorah said,
November 11, 2009 at 9:03 pm
ILB – Dutch courage, mayhap? She seems to have a thing about drinking and kissing…
Ta for the question, too – Let me see….sex blogging, eh? Well, I guess, inadvertently, it’s my old uni housemate’s fault, partly at any rate. She used to read Belle de Jour and that got me dipping my toes into the waters of reading online erotica.
Found Literotica’s website and thought – hey, I could try writing better stuff than that…(so ego has no part to play…) Mister seemed to think I can string my writing together nicely enough, knowing I like my literature – although his basis for this judgement were the series of bedtime stories I invented for my nieces (he still thinks I should publish them…).
Through Belle’s blog I found other writers and, to be frank, more enjoyable reads for my personal tastes – both in terms of the erotic factor, literary merit and writer personalities on show. I guess then it followed that I found your very talented self and Blacksilk to become the catalysts for me starting my own attempts and sexual conjecture. Looked into WordPress as a whole concept (didn’t look to blogspot at all tbh) and found I could work the darn technology well enough to form posts.
So, really – you’re to partly blame for the stuff on show here.
LP x
(aw shucks…you called me ‘pretty Lady’….bless your soul…)