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I Licked a Girl, and Liked It
投稿日:2019年 6月 14日 7:33 pm
最終更新日時:2020年 1月 27日 8:09 pm
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It was something I was always very adamant about. I don't play with women. It was even on my hard limit list one point. I can't really say why, because I like women and have even been sexually attracted to one or two.

Nevertheless my automatic response to the suggestion that I play with a woman had always been no. Until about a year ago. A suggestion was made that I show another sub a certain cock sucking technique. That play never came about, but the seed was planted and the idea took hold. It has played at the back of my mind for a while now.

Recently the subject came up again. This time, actual play with another woman, not just an instructional demonstration. Yes, there was negotiation and yes, there were marathon conversations, but eventually everyone was on the same page, and it happened. It was fun and funny and sexy and exciting and I enjoyed everything we did.

For a week or so afterwards I kept running it through my mind. Why did I enjoy it when I never wanted to play with a ? Was I lying to myself all that time? I couldn't figure it until I remembered something said to me on the ride home from the party.  I was reminded that at one point I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in for a kiss. He said he saw the authority and absolutely believed I could dominate another submissive.

I dismissed at the time, but upon reflection it makes sense. She was completely submissive to him, as I was for this session; but she also submitted to me when I pulled her in. And there it is. She never tried to dominate me, but I enjoyed dominating her. It's not that I never wanted to play with a woman, it's that I don't want to be dominated by a woman. The thought is not at all exciting to me and I will never agree to it. But, dominating another sub, when there is a Dominant controlling both of us, hell yes!
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Sensation Play, What Can I Say
投稿日:2019年 6月 12日 5:11 pm
最終更新日時:2020年 1月 27日 8:10 pm
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It was my first time with sensation play and I really had no idea what to expect. Sure, I have had the occasional ice on the clit and nipples, wax here and there; but I never played with someone who possesses actual implements strictly for sensation play and knows how to use them.

And what interesting things there were! Wartenberg Wheels, bear claws, vampire gloves, a wooden knife  and a metal comb; along with some pervertables. I later learned that the handle of a wooden coffee scoop was one of my favorites!  

He let me all of it before he told that I could give him whatever skin I wanted and he would work with it.  I have known him for years, so I decided the more skin the better! He told to get on the table on my stomach. But I told him I wasn't sure about that comb. He just smiled that smile that makes cringe and wet simultaneously and said "up on the table". So up on the table I went.

He started with a massage. Arms, back, ass, legs. It was wonderful and relaxing. He has such strong  hands and when he uses them to sooth, they are amazing. I was down so I couldn't see when he picked up an implement. And honestly, I have only vague ideas of what implements he used and in what order. His transitions were seamless.

I was almost immediately lulled into a dreamy head space. Until he started to run something up and down the crack of my ass, over my asshole, repeatedly. That had the effect of awakening my interest and my sexual arousal. The vampire gloves were spikey and he applied enough force on my inner thighs to cause that oh-so-good hurt that arouses me further.

Then he picked up the metal comb. I couldn't see it, but when he ran it over my back, my head popped up and I asked what it was. The thing I was unsure of felt amazing. Especially when he ran it over my ass and pussy. When he ran it over my clit it was pain and pleasure combined. He knows me well, he reads me almost perfectly. So I wasn't surprised when he stopped a second before I was going to yellow.

He ended the session as he has every session in the past. With the after care that he knows I need. Stroking my hair, running his hands over , squatting down at the head of the table so I can see his when he asks how I am. Letting recover in my own time.
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The Big Guy and the Fluffy Bunny
投稿日:2017年 7月 19日 7:17 pm
最終更新日時:2024年 3月 28日 1:44 pm
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I always admired the bondage furniture the Fluffy Bunny of Doom (FBD) makes. It’s not only functional but beautiful. One day I expressed my admiration of the furniture to The Big Guy (TBG) and he said that he and the maker were friends. The next thing out of my mouth was “God, I would love to be strapped to that bench and spanked”. And TBG said, “I can probably make that happen”.

Well hell, what did I just do? The one thing that I know about TBG is that if he says he can make something happen, he will do his best to see that it does. I went to FBD’s page and started looking at the pictures he posts of impact sessions. Most of it looked way beyond anything I was prepared to handle. And he looked mean!

I decided not to mention it to TBG again. He probably wouldn’t remember the conversation and I could pretend it never happened. I continued to drool over the various pictures of spanking benches, but kept that little fetish to myself. A few weeks passed and it was with relief and sadness that I realized TBG hadn’t brought the subject up again.

About a month ago, TBG and I were discussing my impending visit. It was then that he told me the trip over the spanking bench was all arranged and that his friend, FBD, was going to be available to swing hitty things at me on Saturday night. At this point, I was running through all of the possible reasons and excuses in my head for – not – putting my ass on that bench. I mean, after all, I had seen those pictures. He has some seriously scary looking hitty things and from the looks of it, he knew how to use them well.

I expressed my fears to TBG and he told me not to worry, I’d be fine. “I’ve seen him play and I trust him with my life” he said. That’s the funny thing about trust. I had never met FBD, hadn’t exchanged more than a few words with him on fet. But TBG trusted him, and by the sheer fact that I trust TBG I was able to trust FBD.

The Thursday before my trip, I got a message from TBG telling me that he had just picked up the bench. Shit. Now I was in; and I didn’t feel that backing out was an option. Let me be clear here, backing out was always an option, but I’m a subby and subbies don’t like to disappoint Doms. But more importantly, I didn’t want to disappoint myself.
Friday night at the munch FBD and I tried to discuss the session. I have a feeling that I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He was asking all the right questions about what I wanted from the session, what limits I had, what I didn’t want to happen. I fumbled over the answers because I am inexperienced in negotiations. To his credit, and my extreme gratitude, FBD tabled the discussion. It gave me the night to really think about what I wanted and we could discuss it before he actually strapped my ass to the bench.

Saturday was a mixture of anticipation, fear, excitement, fear, curiosity, fear. Well, you get the picture. Waiting all day for an event that you have no idea how to prepare for is a special kind of torture. He finally arrived, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or terrified that the waiting was over. I watched him bring in his implements of doom. He had mallets that looked like they could be used by a caveman to subdue his dinner. There was a huge lift chain and cases of all sorts of things. He, his implements, and TBG disappeared upstairs. After a few minutes, I followed.

FBD showed me all of the things that he had brought. He took his time to explain how each implement could be used to cause the thuddy sensation that I prefer. I was surprised when he said he could make a whip a thuddy implement. I was more surprised when he said that he may use his fists to punch me. I shot a look at TBG, who just slightly shook his head and mouthed “it will be fine”. I think at that point I was trying to slowly back out of the room. But FBD continued to talk, to ask questions, to joke around. He has a pleasantly soothing voice for a man who likes to swing hitty things at people.

Finally the talk was done, the music was on, most of the clothes were off, and it was time to climb up on that bench. Of all the questions that FBD and TBG had asked the one that I absolutely knew the answer to was “do you want to be restrained?”. Well hell yes! One of the sexiest things that I saw that night was the two of them putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

I was so damn tense waiting for him to start swinging. But he surprised me. He started to massage my shoulders, my back, my arms, my butt. He has wonderfully warm, rough hands and soon I could feel my muscles relax. He tickled me with a Wartenberg wheel. He started to hand spank me and the hand gave way to implements. I didn’t really feel any pain, just sensations. I felt myself relaxing more and more. The fear was gone and only sensation remained. He kept switching implements and I just gave up trying to determine what he was using.

I remember feeling something really thuddy and I asked him if he was punching me. “I am, how do you feel about that?” I told him it felt like a wonderful massage. I think he and TBG laughed over that.

I don’t remember much after that. I have impressions of feelings and sensations. I remember feeling like I was floating, and FBD leaning in, kissing my head and whispering “you’re supposed to be scared”. I remember feeling as if they were exchanging glances over my head. I remember the urgent need to ask TBG if I was allowed to cum; and him stalking in front of me telling me I would have to ask much better than that. I remember sincerely regretting the fact that I had chosen to keep my panties on and wondering if TBG had scissors.

I remember laughing when “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” played on the I-phone and hearing the two of them laugh. I remember feeling disappointed when I sensed that FBD had stopped and was starting to unbuckle the cuffs. I wanted to beg for more, because in the end I’m a subby who is always greedy for more. I remember TBG squatting in front of me and holding my hands; and the thought floating through my head that he really looks good with facial hair.

I remember an overwhelming feeling of calm, and feeling like I couldn’t stop smiling. I remember grinning at the thought that I had two spectacular Doms fussing over me, getting me water, making sure I was steady on my feet before I made my way to the couch. I remember wanting to hug them both and hoping that they enjoyed it as much as I did.
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Because the Night
投稿日:2017年 5月 25日 3:22 pm
最終更新日時:2020年 10月 21日 8:29 pm
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I wasn’t surprised that he asked me for the room number, even though I was supposed to follow him to the munch. He had issued an order that since I was driving myself, I wasn’t allowed panties. I had put up a bit of a fuss about that because I didn’t want to be sans panties in a room full of strangers. But in his annoyingly logical way, he said if I wore the right type of dress there would only be two people in that room who would know, he and I (of course, now whoever reads this will know, heh). It’s hard to argue with his damn logic. On the whole, it’s hard to argue with him at all.

When I let him in, he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss. Then he quickly turned me around, forced my shoulders to the wall and lifted my dress over my ass. Again, no surprise there. I know him. I knew he would want to check to make sure I followed his instructions. “Good girl”, he said and I melted a little into the wall. Hearing him say that always sends me further into sub mode. But I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He finger-fucked me just enough to take me to the edge, pulled out, smacked my ass and said “let’s go”.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why didn’t I see that one coming? As I said, I know him. He’s loves to wind a sub up and then make her try to act like she’s not turned on. I drove to the munch hoping my pussy juice wasn’t staining the back of my dress. If the truth be told, I was hot at the thought that he made me go without panties, that he made me that horny and left me hanging. It might be his kink to drive a sub to distraction and then force her to be rational and reasonable at his command, but it’s my kink to submit. I love it. I especially like submitting to him because he is deviously creative in finding ways to make me a begging mass of need.

I had a great evening at the munch. I met some really wonderful people and had a chance to talk openly about masters, and beating and butt plugs. I was having so much damn fun that I didn’t mind him circulating around the room and leaving me to my own devices. But as I had warned him, my eyes hardly left him. I like watching him. I loved watching how people interact with him.

At one point, he stopped by the table I was at; I said something smart to him and tapped him on the cheek. He gave me that look that stops me cold and said, “You really think you’re getting an orgasm tonight?” I have never apologized so quickly or so earnestly!

After the munch, he followed me back to the hotel. I won’t go into details (I want to savor those for myself) but I will say a few things.

I love watching him stalk around the room like a caged panther that has too much energy to stay still. I love the way his body moves, with a fluid grace.

He is the only man, Dom or otherwise, who can make me squirt. The first time it happened I thought it was a fluke. It’s not. Apparently, he can do it repeatedly and with ease.

He allows me to touch him. I could spend hours just worshiping his body.

I love the way he pins my hands over my head, because I’m always surprised by the strength he has.

His words and his voice can reduce me to a quivering mess.

And finally, I learned I shouldn’t say “no” to him. Having your clit spanked when you’re in an extreme state of arousal hurts like fuck! And it’s no fun being held on the edge (except that it really is) until you agree you’re never going to tell him “no” again, in this lifetime or the next!
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