Hi....this is a REAL tricky one and not the sort of Q that can be answered in the short-form posts we use here!
I've been an active Dom for about 15 years now. I'm still learning. You'll see plenty of dos and don'ts for D/S encounters/relationships but, bottom line, it's about trust. Everything flows from that. The D/S encounter (and when I say encounter, it could be a relationship that lasts years) is based on a contract of understanding that can be literally defined in writing or discussed agreement...or it can be intuitively expressed and udnerstood....usually, it's somewhere between the two.
The worst Doms are those who continually have to ask what the sub wants - it's part of a Dom's skill to interpret and push the boundaries that have been initially set and to do so in a way that excites the sub and intensifies the experience (that frisson of danger that comes from edging closer to a cliff edge). It also "develops" the relationship and prevents staleness.
As for subs being in charge. Well. It's essentially true - the sub is usually the one who sets limits and, by strength of reaction (or apparent lack thereof) gives the Dom vital clues throughout the encounter about how well it's working. Most Doms get their greatest pleasure from "working" the sub and getting reaction, from pushing the envelope and creating a shared experience as the sub surrenders more and more of his/her willpower. Of course, this can only happen if the sub is willing to make that surrender so, by necessity, the sub controls the encounter, whether it be a single scene or a prolonged relationship. The Dom drives the process but the sub can apply the brakes and influense the direction....if this balance isn't established properly then the encounter either fails or descends into unsatisfactory abuse.
I'll shut up now..... :-)
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yehaf
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 65
Straight Female, 57
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It's going to be one of those special days tomorrow. Maybe some happy couples will be out looking to treat themselves and others? I believe the weather forecast is even good....:-)....so, if you're out and about and fancy another pair of eyes, hands, whatever, do give me a call.....
M
M
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Well, it was classic. I took Gemma out in my imaginary Desert Yellow Ferrari Testarossa last night. We rolled up in that quiet layby at the back of Thorpe Park and got down to it. Inside a few minutes, there was a decent-sized crowd of watchers. Serendipity was videoing the action. Nice nose ring by the way, 'dipity. Then there was a moment of consternation....the Dirties had turned up dressed as sexy Policepeople and gave the crowd a shortlived fright. Normalcy soon returned, with Mrs Dirty doing a pole dance using one of the many 14" dongs that were made available and Mr D (who looks EXACTLY like George Clooney) helping to spitroast my very willing Gemma. To cap it off, a passing stretch limo stopped and disgorged Beyonce Knowles, who proceeded to messily lick out Gemma's pussy after she'd taken on all comers bareback. The rest is just a blur, possibly because of the prolonged snog I'd had with a bottle of Jack Daniels. One thing remains in my mind, though...the Ferrari, whilst a fine vehicle for nipping down the shops to get a loaf of bread, is a poor dogging chariot - the gearstick plays hell with your testicles when attempting to achieve reverse anal cowgirl.....
Love and shags.....Y
Love and shags.....Y
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Quote by j_e_f_59
Only if you're a repeater, heavy cummer, cut, shaven, under 19, live within three miles, can accommodate and speak Chinese.
I have an imaginary 14" dick. Do you think she'd like to meet me?
Which dialect of Chinese?
James
Classic Mandarin, of course.... :-)
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He's all yours. Meanwhile, please tell....what the hell were you doing with the pole...????? ;-)
If she doesnt want to meet, then I do.
Last week I broke the pole that holds up the washing line, you'd be a perfect replacement
:lol:
Quote by Naughty Wigan Couple
I have an imaginary 14" dick. Do you think she'd like to meet me?
If she doesnt want to meet, then I do.
Last week I broke the pole that holds up the washing line, you'd be a perfect replacement
:lol:
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Hi guys and girls....
Like many people, I have an imaginary girlfriend who I'd love to take dogging, preferably to a super-private location where we can be watched by some randy couples and/or a couple of guys with 14" dongs. Her name's Gemma and, unlike my very real brunette wife and blonde mistress, she's a flaming red-head of about 25 with green eyes (as if you cared), gorgeous tits, shaved pussy and a penchant for taking it up the bum. She might be a bit bi as well but I've never bothered to ask.
Anyway, if anyone would like to meet up for a session, you can be absolutely guaranteed that my imaginary girlfriend will 100% genuinely not be there, except in my mind. For that matter, I probably shan't bother turning up either, but don't let that stop you telling me where and when we're going to meet up and what you're going to do to/with/by/from the pair of us.
Love and shags......Y
Like many people, I have an imaginary girlfriend who I'd love to take dogging, preferably to a super-private location where we can be watched by some randy couples and/or a couple of guys with 14" dongs. Her name's Gemma and, unlike my very real brunette wife and blonde mistress, she's a flaming red-head of about 25 with green eyes (as if you cared), gorgeous tits, shaved pussy and a penchant for taking it up the bum. She might be a bit bi as well but I've never bothered to ask.
Anyway, if anyone would like to meet up for a session, you can be absolutely guaranteed that my imaginary girlfriend will 100% genuinely not be there, except in my mind. For that matter, I probably shan't bother turning up either, but don't let that stop you telling me where and when we're going to meet up and what you're going to do to/with/by/from the pair of us.
Love and shags......Y
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Happy New Year! And....it's the year of the dog!. Surely this indicates great things.....so, I urge you, dogging brothers and sistas, to get out there and show solidarity with one another....all you singles, couples, watchers, truckers, fuckers, cocksuckers, straights, gays, TVs, lurkers, flashers, voyeurs, showsters, parkies, BBWs, greedy girls, studs, wimps, groupies and like-minded people...rise UP in threesomes and foursomes and overthrow the miserable pot-head chav boy-racers and gutless limp-dicked dried-up spoilsport busybodies that deny us the carparks and quiet places of this fair land!
We shall overCUM
We shall overCUM
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In this weather, I doubt it. Too cold to think, let alone be stripping off. I haven't been out a great deal recently but it does seem that there's more activity after a long fallow period before Christmas. The trip I wrote about was the first in a long time where I've encountered people who actually wanted to show and then went through with it, and I had a similar experience the next time I went out (mid-week)...but what really motivated me to write was the varied behaviour I saw and how it affected the outcome of the encounter....
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Hi 'dipity....thanks for the kind words. I'd invite you to share my puddle but... *sigh* ...I'm told that you live up a mountain with a picturesque view of Bolton or some such in the distance.
As to busy places...the places I know seem to be either overrun or else empty... :-) ....I've yet to discover any formula to determine otherwise.... ;-)
As to busy places...the places I know seem to be either overrun or else empty... :-) ....I've yet to discover any formula to determine otherwise.... ;-)
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Hi Dirties.....thanks for the encouragement.... :-) .....I doubt the people who were there will ever read this post but I wanted to thank them in some way and this was the best I could come up with! As you say, roll on Friday......hmmmm....or maybe I'llI just go out again tonight... ;-)
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A week or so back I took another trip out dogging in Surrey. "Gawd knows what will happen", I thought, hardly relishing another evening standing around freezing with nothing guaranteed except the experience of being out and yet, somehow, unable to stay away. Isn't it always like that?
It had been raining. There was mud everywhere. I inched the car into the first car park on side lights, unwilling to floodlight the five or six vehicles already present but worried about potholes. The glow of ciggies perked around the edge of the quagmire. I got out and stood in a puddle.
"Evening".a few responses. We drifted around. Cars departed, more arrived. The regular couple in the red Volvo were there but, as always, they only wanted one on and were already in deep negotiation. Tea was poured, matches cadged, occasional flickers of conversation. We exchanged notes on sites and experiences. I grew quite friendly with a couple of guys. Then, excitement - a four wheel drive with a young, good-looking couple arrived and parked, surveying the potential audience. What did they want? There were no signals. Five minutes passed and those who couldn't take the strain started to drift closer. Still no signals and after another five minutes they suddenly drove off. What was that all about? Oh well. The car park started to get crowded so I moved on.
Next car park. Jeezuss, like a major bus have been 40 cars in there. A row of TVs (I think) patrolled one side, a little camper van played host to a bunch of chatty people in various "gear" sharing tea and jokes, vehicles came and went, some discreetly, some with a blaze of headlamps. Then the 4 wheel drive couple came in and parked. Immediately, a dozen guys converged almost at a run and, unsurprisingly, they drove out again. A couple of idiots started up and followed them. I ground my potential scared off. This was just too busy.
Next car park, God the cars! Far too many! I stopped anyway. The hapless four wheel drive couple drove past again and half the cars in the car park shot out in pursuit. Why do so-called doggers do this? At least it left the carpark in a better condition. I sat and dozed, listened to the radio, got out, chatted, enjoyed the night air and muttered conversation, then cruised gently on to warm the engine (and my feet).
Thirty minutes later, I slipped back into the same carpark on sidelights. It was very still, only half a dozen cars and all quiet. I parked up and, avoiding the tranny on the side rank, sauntered carefully across to the corner where a darkened car seemed to have two heads and a couple of guys drifting casually past. I recognised one of them from earlier. "Any joy?" I asked."it's a couple", he murmured, "don't know if we're on".
Ten minutes' observation. We kept a low profile. "Sod it," I said.."I'll stroll by and look".the driver met my eyes square on. The lights were out inside but so, quite clearly, was his cock. His young wife, girlfriend, whatever, was curled kittenishly in her seat, wrapped in a long coat, watching him wank himself. I strolled on.I strolled back..he looked at me even more meaningfully and his girl twisted out of her coat to show she wore a see-thru shortie nightie and nothing else. Out of nowhere, my friend from earlier was by my elbow. I heard someone say "Here we go".
The inside of the car lit briefly to show us her fabulous body. She was slim, beautifully proportioned with her sex trimmed and nipples as erect as thimbles. A low moan of appreciation drifted through the five watchers. Then the light went off, there were too many passing cars. A brief moment of hilarity when he hit the flashers by mistake as she squirmed across his lap. We watched by moonlight, moving carefully around the car to catch glimpses of her going down on him, sucking his cock whilst pouting her bottom in the air. He fingered her wetly and then she turned and spread her legs, treating us to a full view of herself. he spread her open with his fingers and they was wild with it, doing everything she could to display herself as much as possible for the audience and he was very obviously getting off on watching us watching the pair of them.
Throughout the show, the watchers were quiet and jostled for position, nobody hogged a window, nobody rapped on the glass. It was couple-watching with consent in just the way it ought to be. If another car went by or entered the car park, we all turned and moved back so as to not be obvious.
She helped him finger her to climax he was having trouble. Probably the excitement was too exchanged words and, it was suddenly apparent they were preparing to go. We stood back. The car started and glided away with only a brief wave from the driver window. Nobody applauded but everyone was grateful.
A few more scraps of conversation and I found I didn't even feel cold anymore. Phew, I thought, and went back to the first car park. A few minutes after I arrived, the Volvo couple were having noisy sex with their partner of choice on the other side of their vehicle. I had a chat with an obvious newbie who wanted to know where to go, what to do, how to do it. The usual. Being not so far off a newbie myself, I was cautious with information.
And then off home. It had been a good, fun evening.a bit of socialising, a fine bit of action, a good demonstration of proper dogging manners, a lot of cold night air...
Nice one. And thanks to you all, whoever you are.
It had been raining. There was mud everywhere. I inched the car into the first car park on side lights, unwilling to floodlight the five or six vehicles already present but worried about potholes. The glow of ciggies perked around the edge of the quagmire. I got out and stood in a puddle.
"Evening".a few responses. We drifted around. Cars departed, more arrived. The regular couple in the red Volvo were there but, as always, they only wanted one on and were already in deep negotiation. Tea was poured, matches cadged, occasional flickers of conversation. We exchanged notes on sites and experiences. I grew quite friendly with a couple of guys. Then, excitement - a four wheel drive with a young, good-looking couple arrived and parked, surveying the potential audience. What did they want? There were no signals. Five minutes passed and those who couldn't take the strain started to drift closer. Still no signals and after another five minutes they suddenly drove off. What was that all about? Oh well. The car park started to get crowded so I moved on.
Next car park. Jeezuss, like a major bus have been 40 cars in there. A row of TVs (I think) patrolled one side, a little camper van played host to a bunch of chatty people in various "gear" sharing tea and jokes, vehicles came and went, some discreetly, some with a blaze of headlamps. Then the 4 wheel drive couple came in and parked. Immediately, a dozen guys converged almost at a run and, unsurprisingly, they drove out again. A couple of idiots started up and followed them. I ground my potential scared off. This was just too busy.
Next car park, God the cars! Far too many! I stopped anyway. The hapless four wheel drive couple drove past again and half the cars in the car park shot out in pursuit. Why do so-called doggers do this? At least it left the carpark in a better condition. I sat and dozed, listened to the radio, got out, chatted, enjoyed the night air and muttered conversation, then cruised gently on to warm the engine (and my feet).
Thirty minutes later, I slipped back into the same carpark on sidelights. It was very still, only half a dozen cars and all quiet. I parked up and, avoiding the tranny on the side rank, sauntered carefully across to the corner where a darkened car seemed to have two heads and a couple of guys drifting casually past. I recognised one of them from earlier. "Any joy?" I asked."it's a couple", he murmured, "don't know if we're on".
Ten minutes' observation. We kept a low profile. "Sod it," I said.."I'll stroll by and look".the driver met my eyes square on. The lights were out inside but so, quite clearly, was his cock. His young wife, girlfriend, whatever, was curled kittenishly in her seat, wrapped in a long coat, watching him wank himself. I strolled on.I strolled back..he looked at me even more meaningfully and his girl twisted out of her coat to show she wore a see-thru shortie nightie and nothing else. Out of nowhere, my friend from earlier was by my elbow. I heard someone say "Here we go".
The inside of the car lit briefly to show us her fabulous body. She was slim, beautifully proportioned with her sex trimmed and nipples as erect as thimbles. A low moan of appreciation drifted through the five watchers. Then the light went off, there were too many passing cars. A brief moment of hilarity when he hit the flashers by mistake as she squirmed across his lap. We watched by moonlight, moving carefully around the car to catch glimpses of her going down on him, sucking his cock whilst pouting her bottom in the air. He fingered her wetly and then she turned and spread her legs, treating us to a full view of herself. he spread her open with his fingers and they was wild with it, doing everything she could to display herself as much as possible for the audience and he was very obviously getting off on watching us watching the pair of them.
Throughout the show, the watchers were quiet and jostled for position, nobody hogged a window, nobody rapped on the glass. It was couple-watching with consent in just the way it ought to be. If another car went by or entered the car park, we all turned and moved back so as to not be obvious.
She helped him finger her to climax he was having trouble. Probably the excitement was too exchanged words and, it was suddenly apparent they were preparing to go. We stood back. The car started and glided away with only a brief wave from the driver window. Nobody applauded but everyone was grateful.
A few more scraps of conversation and I found I didn't even feel cold anymore. Phew, I thought, and went back to the first car park. A few minutes after I arrived, the Volvo couple were having noisy sex with their partner of choice on the other side of their vehicle. I had a chat with an obvious newbie who wanted to know where to go, what to do, how to do it. The usual. Being not so far off a newbie myself, I was cautious with information.
And then off home. It had been a good, fun evening.a bit of socialising, a fine bit of action, a good demonstration of proper dogging manners, a lot of cold night air...
Nice one. And thanks to you all, whoever you are.
Warming the Bed
I've done this often and it's a great buzz........it's straightforward enough after a bit of wriggling around. I think most of the other posts have given the detail but, from my experience, the trick of it is to put the guy with the longer cock on the bottom, legs tight together, with the woman kneeling astride him...that gives the other guy easier access and, as he pushes in, the guy on the bottom should have enough length to resist the tendency to "pop out".... :-) ....works for DPP, too.
One warning.....you've got to resist the urge to swap around, otherwise you can get into some possible health issues for she-who-must-be-reamed......
One warning.....you've got to resist the urge to swap around, otherwise you can get into some possible health issues for she-who-must-be-reamed......
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Sounds like a great idea. My two concerns are that you nice experienced folks are going to get swamped by us newbies....and that it needs to be made abundantly clear to the newbies that these are social and informational meets - ie nobody should attend thinking they've got a quick passport to any other kind of meeting....:-)....but then I'm sure that can be managed.
