Ok I just remembered this for no specific reason and had to share!
My first Dom, love him forever he is so awesome. Had an aversion to the word BLOWJOB! Me, being the ultimate brat girl that I was (still am given the right situation) would casually drop the words BLOWJOB and BJ into everyday conversations.
Example? Why I would LOVE to give one.
Out for dinner at a friends for birthday cake, singing happy birthday, song ends, I call out "give it a good BLOW, job" I was highly amused, so was he but he also blushed furiously.
Tip for any subby's out there, embarrassing your Dom.... not the brightest idea.
I couldn't help myself really, I always was a lil shit disturber.
When asking my Sir what he would like for dinner, "and can I get you a BJ with that?"
The punishments with this Dom were always just that... punishment BLEH. To this day I will never find knitting to be a pleasant task, especially when gagged by will.
So there you go, my humourous laugh of the day.
Have a great one! (bj)
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Here Kitty Kitty
Friday I had a friend over for some playtime.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
Yes that is my fist buried in her pussy. She is impaled up to my wrist.
There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.
I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.
Delicious.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
There is nothing quite like feeling a pussy cum around your fist. The ripple of muscles as they tense and release. Then the tight squeeze of the final cumming.
I had fucked her first with my big blue dick. Both of us had already had orgasms when I knelt down between her parted thighs, and pushed my fingers, and then hand, and finally made a fist in her sopping wet pussy.
Delicious.
Monday, February 21, 2011
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!
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!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Vulnerable
This weekend did not go exactly as I had planned. In fact, not at all as I had planned. It feels a bit like my life.
You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.
So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.
A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.
No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.
Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.
I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.
Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.
I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.
Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.
This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.
Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.
I will.
But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.
You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.
So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.
A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.
Maybe that's it.
Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.
No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.
Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.
I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.
Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.
I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.
Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.
This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.
Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.
I will.
But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year, New Games
You are not allowed to cum until Friday, you must masturbate twice a day minimum and NOT orgasm. If you behave you will get a special treat on Friday.
Thus begins a new year and a new game to play with one of my favorite toys. She will obey me, she is such a good girl. I am thrilled at her consenting to play this way with me. I plan on spending the entire week making her squirm.
I know she is taking delight in my control of her and I plan on taking full advantage of her during this time. Her consent to participate has given me license to experiment on her with denial and forced release.
I have told her I expect daily updates. I suspect she will start begging by mid-week.
Happy New Year!
Thus begins a new year and a new game to play with one of my favorite toys. She will obey me, she is such a good girl. I am thrilled at her consenting to play this way with me. I plan on spending the entire week making her squirm.
I know she is taking delight in my control of her and I plan on taking full advantage of her during this time. Her consent to participate has given me license to experiment on her with denial and forced release.
I have told her I expect daily updates. I suspect she will start begging by mid-week.
Happy New Year!
Edging
So she tells me right before we start the scene that she is now into edging. I have played this way in the past and I know what she wants.
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Naked
A very dear playmate has given me an electric blanket for christmas. So thoughtful!
I have taken to curling up under it naked in the morning while I wake up. It is so cozy and warm.
I gave this playmate the gift of warmth too, in the form of little gel filled heat packs that are reusable. He liked them a lot.
I also gave him toys for his toybag. He received two packages of memo clips, they look like little colourful clothespins and are meant to hold paper together. He also received a package of bamboo skewers and a bag of elastic bands. All common items and all items he loves to play with.
Of course what kind of friend would I be if I didn't ensure that they worked?
I had him strip naked and tied his wrists to the end of my bed so he was bent over it. I rubbed my hands slowly over his body and pinched his butt cheeks lightly. He has a limit of no butt sex so I like to poke at that limit every so often without actually breaking it.
My impact toys are laid out on the bed in front of him and he is getting an eye full of what is in store for him while I slowly begin spanking his ass. My hands are very stingy and I like to spank his bum very much. So spank, rub, spank, rub. My hand is getting a bit tired so I pick up a small paddle. This is one of his favorite toys as well and as I rub it over his skin he moans slightly. Soon I start striking, again the impact is made and then the paddle rubbed over it. I want to build up to be slow.
I am slapping both his bum and thighs with the paddle and he is squirming and exclaiming with each strike. I turn the paddle around in my hands and it goes from being a palm shaped implement to being about two inches wide. I strike him with the handle and tease him about how much it is evident that he is enjoying himself. I have him open his legs so I can beat his balls and his inner thighs.
I set the paddle aside and pick up the memo clips. I have him spread his legs further and go to town placing clips all over his balls, taint and in his butt crack. These little clips are perfect for tight places! They clamp the skin tightly too so they are a real bitch to pull off. After I have placed about 15 on him I stand up again and grab my cane.
I have a bit of a fetish for impact toys and these canes were made for me by a special friend, they are colour coded according to the intensity they strike at. This particular cane is right smack in the middle.
I run the cane over his bum and down his thighs. Then rub it over his back and shoulders. He is shaking, the combination of caress and clamps is having a nice conflicting effect. I tap the clips with the cane and he groans.
Laughing evilly I strike him with the cane across his bum and thighs. He is squirming and pulling at the ropes. His voice is getting rather loud. I tell him to ssshhh and he buries his face in the pillow I was considerate enough to supply.
I kneel down behind him and start tugging gently on some of the clips. They are very tight and I know I will have to tug hard to get them off. I also know they shouldn't stay on to long, they restrict the blood flow a bit to much and he is not used to them either. So I flick at them and twist them around a bit and then I start flicking the cane at his bottom while I kneel behind him.
He is squirming and he pulls his hand free of the rope says, "OOPS" and slides it back in. I laugh and tell him to just hold onto the bed frame. I never meant the rope to hold him tightly in place (and I suck at rope) He holds the bars of the bed and I proceed.
I pull the first clip that went on, off. It takes a fair bit of force to tug it off but I manage and laugh as I hear the funny pain sounds he makes. Mocking him by parroting them back at him. I pull more clips off, laughing at his antics and saving the one I expect will hurt the most for last.
The one on his taint right under his ball sack is on there really good and I pause to rub where all the other clips were before I pull this one off. He is groaning and squirming and I am glad to know I have given him such pleasure!
Now for the masterpiece! I grab the last clip and rip it off super fast.
He is immediately brought to his knees, curled up in the fetal position and almost in tears. I laugh and pull him into my lap. Poor boy.
I cuddle him for a minute and let him catch his breath and then have him sit on the floor facing me. I grab the pillow and place it behind his head so that he can lean comfortably against the bed. I would HATE to make him uncomfortable after all.
Can you see my wicked evil grin yet? Yes? Oh good!
He groans at the clip being pinched closed and I grab more and start making colourful artistic designs all over him with them. I take delight in pinching them even tighter between me fingers and in twisting them sometimes up to 360 degrees before yanking them off.
Like all good things, our play time came to an end. He agreed today to come back so I could take some pictures of the clips on him. So here they are!
The bruises are from our previous play session where I was growling and biting him. (Did I forget that in the above post?)
He has taken delight in being a porn star now. Bratty subs I tell ya! Now he has corrected me and said not just any porn star but a S&M porn star! (with his finger pointing into the air in a valiant gesture)
Men... sheesh.. gotta torture them as much as possible.
And that is the end of our lovely scene and the beginning of a day of playfulness and fun here in naughty land.
Catch ya later!
I have taken to curling up under it naked in the morning while I wake up. It is so cozy and warm.
I gave this playmate the gift of warmth too, in the form of little gel filled heat packs that are reusable. He liked them a lot.
I also gave him toys for his toybag. He received two packages of memo clips, they look like little colourful clothespins and are meant to hold paper together. He also received a package of bamboo skewers and a bag of elastic bands. All common items and all items he loves to play with.
Of course what kind of friend would I be if I didn't ensure that they worked?
I had him strip naked and tied his wrists to the end of my bed so he was bent over it. I rubbed my hands slowly over his body and pinched his butt cheeks lightly. He has a limit of no butt sex so I like to poke at that limit every so often without actually breaking it.
My impact toys are laid out on the bed in front of him and he is getting an eye full of what is in store for him while I slowly begin spanking his ass. My hands are very stingy and I like to spank his bum very much. So spank, rub, spank, rub. My hand is getting a bit tired so I pick up a small paddle. This is one of his favorite toys as well and as I rub it over his skin he moans slightly. Soon I start striking, again the impact is made and then the paddle rubbed over it. I want to build up to be slow.
I am slapping both his bum and thighs with the paddle and he is squirming and exclaiming with each strike. I turn the paddle around in my hands and it goes from being a palm shaped implement to being about two inches wide. I strike him with the handle and tease him about how much it is evident that he is enjoying himself. I have him open his legs so I can beat his balls and his inner thighs.
I set the paddle aside and pick up the memo clips. I have him spread his legs further and go to town placing clips all over his balls, taint and in his butt crack. These little clips are perfect for tight places! They clamp the skin tightly too so they are a real bitch to pull off. After I have placed about 15 on him I stand up again and grab my cane.
I have a bit of a fetish for impact toys and these canes were made for me by a special friend, they are colour coded according to the intensity they strike at. This particular cane is right smack in the middle.
I run the cane over his bum and down his thighs. Then rub it over his back and shoulders. He is shaking, the combination of caress and clamps is having a nice conflicting effect. I tap the clips with the cane and he groans.
Laughing evilly I strike him with the cane across his bum and thighs. He is squirming and pulling at the ropes. His voice is getting rather loud. I tell him to ssshhh and he buries his face in the pillow I was considerate enough to supply.
I kneel down behind him and start tugging gently on some of the clips. They are very tight and I know I will have to tug hard to get them off. I also know they shouldn't stay on to long, they restrict the blood flow a bit to much and he is not used to them either. So I flick at them and twist them around a bit and then I start flicking the cane at his bottom while I kneel behind him.
He is squirming and he pulls his hand free of the rope says, "OOPS" and slides it back in. I laugh and tell him to just hold onto the bed frame. I never meant the rope to hold him tightly in place (and I suck at rope) He holds the bars of the bed and I proceed.
I pull the first clip that went on, off. It takes a fair bit of force to tug it off but I manage and laugh as I hear the funny pain sounds he makes. Mocking him by parroting them back at him. I pull more clips off, laughing at his antics and saving the one I expect will hurt the most for last.
The one on his taint right under his ball sack is on there really good and I pause to rub where all the other clips were before I pull this one off. He is groaning and squirming and I am glad to know I have given him such pleasure!
Now for the masterpiece! I grab the last clip and rip it off super fast.
He is immediately brought to his knees, curled up in the fetal position and almost in tears. I laugh and pull him into my lap. Poor boy.
I cuddle him for a minute and let him catch his breath and then have him sit on the floor facing me. I grab the pillow and place it behind his head so that he can lean comfortably against the bed. I would HATE to make him uncomfortable after all.
Can you see my wicked evil grin yet? Yes? Oh good!
He groans at the clip being pinched closed and I grab more and start making colourful artistic designs all over him with them. I take delight in pinching them even tighter between me fingers and in twisting them sometimes up to 360 degrees before yanking them off.
Like all good things, our play time came to an end. He agreed today to come back so I could take some pictures of the clips on him. So here they are!
He has taken delight in being a porn star now. Bratty subs I tell ya! Now he has corrected me and said not just any porn star but a S&M porn star! (with his finger pointing into the air in a valiant gesture)
Men... sheesh.. gotta torture them as much as possible.
And that is the end of our lovely scene and the beginning of a day of playfulness and fun here in naughty land.
Catch ya later!
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