The Chicken

She started it.

Who could resist the comment "A fish in the hand is infinitely better than a fish in the ass." I HAD to do it!

Thus began my quest for fishy pervertables and soon had me at Walmart perusing the fishing section. I found a few interesting impact items and the usual culprits of fishing line and weights, nets and lures.

Not quite the lure I was hoping for, but I picked up one item of interest, knowing it would be put to good use.

With the lil chicken in my sights, and a lovely Songbird along to help, I prepared the scene mentally and planned out the night.

We carpooled to the event and when we arrived I spent a few minutes lacing Songbird into her corset and slipping into the Swedish Fish gurl costume I had worked out. Flipping my pigtails over my shoulder I slipped into the next room to find that the chicken was on the BBQ.

Yes not five minutes in the door and she was buck naked and laid out on a table being slowly roasted by the Host who was running torches over her body. Halfway through she turned over, someone (Wulfie) commented on her being rotisserie chicken and I told her she sure didn't waste any time. LOL so much for being "shy".

Soon her turn was over and the Host asked if anyone else would like to try, of course his gaze was fixed on me. I waited for him to look elsewhere, but he didn't, he just asked again while watching me. I made sounds of innocence and laughter erupted around me.

I was naked in about ten seconds.

Please remember I have a fear of fire so for me this is fear play as well as fire play.

The fire was intense as it always is. The torches on my back were simply delightful, I love heat and since I can't actually SEE the fire I don't have such a fear response. I was able to relax and feel my arousal unwinding slowly through my torso.

He flashed fireballs over me, and lit mousse on fire on my back. It was great. I had so much fun with fireballs the first time around, that I was feeling confident and relaxed. Then he asked me to turn over.

I reminded him about the cutting area on my chest still being sensitive and he understood (he had been the one holding the scalpel) and I tried to relax back into the scene.

He started by running the torch over my skin and I found myself spreading my legs open so he could trace a path of alcohol over my inner thighs. Soon he had progressed to my labia and mound. I was gasping, no longer relaxed as I flashed through an intensely hot and bright orgasm. I commented that I had cum and there was laughter. Again no surprise.

Next he spread mousse over my tummy and lit it on fire. It was a brand new can so it was quite spectacular. After the mouse was wiped off he started placing little balls of flash cotton onto my tummy. One placed at the top of my sex made me shiver.

It was then that I really noticed the fear.

I was really afraid of being burned. I trusted this man but I did NOT trust the flames he was weilding.

I was starting to shake with fear. I wanted it but I was really afraid.

He started by picking up another torch and the spray bottle. He ignited a fireball over my tummy and BOOM! The flash cotton ignited and suddenly flames were shooting across and over my belly. The mousse hadn't been cleaned off quite enough. I reacted by slapping out the flames as did the Top and his assistant.

The host put out the torch saying that was a failed experiment and that he know knows not to mix the two together. I was quick to agree.

Holding my hands by my side I squished the fear down inside me and felt the tickles of the sparkler as it came up my leg. I laughed. I couldn't help it! It tickled! Soon enough he was at the top of my thighs and coming across my belly.

Each time the sparkler came near my face I found myself trying to blow it out HAH!

The scene was over, I was unburned despite the minor mishap and I lay there for a moment before sitting up and giving the host a very long and tight hug. He is so much fun and I appreciate that he enjoys playing with me.

We all head upstairs to socialize a bit. I wander around wearing just a crinoline and saying hi to people. I quickly tire of the crowd and want to play.

I go down to my toybag and pull out the "Fish Wacker" tag. I head back upstairs and give it to the chicken.

She comments about how subs can mindfuck themselves right out of play, I laughed and said "We wouldn't want that!"

With that we were off to the dungeon area and our playful scene began.

As with any time that I play with someone new I was "gentle" hehe. We took our time warming her up and teasing her slowly. My cohort was amazingly sexy and purring as she tormented our little subby. I was soon laughing and immersed in making the experience as enjoyable as I could for her.

I won't write about this scene as she has already written about her experience on her blog. I could recount it from the Topside, but I find myself wanting her to wonder what happened that she DIDN'T see hah! Beside I know she will read it and enjoy this part of the tease (I bet she is squirming a bit right now!)

When the scene was all over we returned to the main social area and for the first time ever I really enjoyed the aftercare portion. She sat on the floor on a cushion at my feet and I sat in a chair beside her. My arm was draped protectively over her shoulder and I was feeling somewhat possessive.

I think my response was to being told she finally understood what sub-space felt like. I am pleased to be able to get her there and doubly pleased that I was the first.

The rest of the night was spent relaxing and socializing, enjoying the company around us and the floaty sensations for Top/bottom space.

I look forward to flying this chicken again sometime!

Great Flaming Pussy Lips

I have a thing for fire. It is a rather tentative thing and when I heard that the play space I adore attending was having a fire play workshop I decided I simply must attend.

I arrived with my date and we took our seats, many familiar friendly faces already waiting for the man with the torches to begin.

The workshop was soon underway and we were taught about, flame, torches, flammable materials and safety. Being fire play is inherently risky, safety was discussed thoroughly and the importance of knowing your space and all the objects and materials around you. What can catch fire and what can put it out.

The teacher was very adept and he showed us various torches and told us how he made them. He told us about the various disadvantages and advantages to each type.

Then a stunt bottom was stripping down to start the demo.

I became very excited watching her as the flames danced around and caressed her willing body.

He demo'd various different aspects of the play and different ways to play with the fire.

When he was finished he asked if anyone else was interested in experiencing the flame.

My hand shot into the air.

Laughter was had by all as there were three of us that had all responded with the same hand in the air, waving, "PICK ME PLEASE" looks on our faces.

He picked me to go first, I stripped naked in under thirty seconds and leaped up onto the table.

He asked my date if he would like a try and he just as eagerly accepted.

My first taste of fire was from my lover running a torch over my naked skin.

Tantalizing.

Must have more was all that flashed through my mind.

The fire master had taken the small torch back from him and began playing with me.

I lay as still as I could while he slowly heated my skin with the fire. Blowing into his torches the flames danced across my skin and I felt as if I was a damsel being singed by a great fire breathing dragon.

Next he was rubbing an alcohol dipped torch across my skin and lighting it. The flame burned hot and bright along the path he chose. I squirmed and squealed, the heat intensifying and I felt the familiar dazzle of sub space beginning.

A taunting voice from the crowd (someone who knows how much of a masochist I am) "Can you light labia on fire?"

The Dom asks my consent which I readily give. His torch is rubbing alcohol and lighting my lips on fire. Blazing heat radiates down and I feel the fire inside me now, my desire a raging bonfire, lit by the torches that dance over me.

He grins down at me. "Can you use fire play on labia?"

"Yes!" I gasp out my response loudly, thrilled and aroused. I hear laughter and giggle in response.

He grabs a spray bottle of flammable liquid and starts igniting fireballs over my belly. The edges scorching at my tender flesh.

I am giggling and gasping, eyes wide open and starting amazed as the bright balls of fire do no harm to me. The flaring clouds are making me squirm and my feet are wiggling, I tell myself to just hold still!

He has lit the finger of a Kevlar glove and is tracing the hot tip over my breasts and my nipples. The heat is outrageous and and I am mesmerized by the glowing fire surrounding his hand.

He asks me to turn over, and I am quick to comply.

I feel the alcohol being dabbed onto my butt cheeks, and bursts of heat as he sets it alight. His hands are slapping my bum as he smothers the flames. He is laughing and telling our audience that this is a good example of another reason to love fire play. His humor is not lost on anyone as he lights my other cheek on fire and the slaps it out.

I am blissed and my hips are rocking into the bed beneath me. He traces some fire over my back, finishing up the scene with me.

I jump up off the table after and hug him in thanks, definitely grateful for his fiery attentions.

Great flaming pussy lips, I MUST do this again!