Literally but I have been untied (at least one hand) long enough to rough out an adventure I had...I find it best to put pen to paper in a manner of speaking right after I do wo before the welts fade. Unfortunately a perfectionist bent has me puting off editing it until now it seems a fantasy..bot that fantasy is a bad thing but I need to get it down here..will do so soon...
Jewel
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Candle Wax
Another thing checked of Jeff's seemingly endless "To Do" list was wax play...
This happened right after the first time with breath play while I was still chained to the doorway. I remember I was blindfolded, but not when he put that on..(the whole time whilst chained in the frame? I dunno..)
He tells me to brace myself and the next thing you know candle wax dropping down my back. When I had first noticed the candles burning earlier, I thought, ~how romantic~ and didn't even think about that! Five in total, God knows how long they had been burning for - a lot of wax. he tells me to stick my arse out - wax everywhere. orange orange orange orange which was our medium safe word....
Lots of heavy breathing.
He gets me to take the final candle wax. God pain! But in a nice way. LOL
I am released from the bounds and asked to kneel blindfold still in place.
He guides me down onto my knees and then onto all fours. Nipple clamps still in place. Told to stay right where i am.
He fetches something to scrape the wax off my back and arse. It wasn't until later that I found out it was a knife! a BIG kitchen knife though it didn't feel like it. Was actually a really nice feeling having it scraped off my back. Well not scraped, more like peeled - and the knife only scratched very lightly. I hadn't realized it was a knife til he showed me.
He stood me up, blindfold off. nipple clamps off... and he stands with me, gently kissing my lips, rubbing my arms and shoulders while I take everything in.
he told me to go to the bathroom and he would run me a hot shower.
ah, shower was lovely. :D
This happened right after the first time with breath play while I was still chained to the doorway. I remember I was blindfolded, but not when he put that on..(the whole time whilst chained in the frame? I dunno..)
He tells me to brace myself and the next thing you know candle wax dropping down my back. When I had first noticed the candles burning earlier, I thought, ~how romantic~ and didn't even think about that! Five in total, God knows how long they had been burning for - a lot of wax. he tells me to stick my arse out - wax everywhere. orange orange orange orange which was our medium safe word....
Lots of heavy breathing.
He gets me to take the final candle wax. God pain! But in a nice way. LOL
I am released from the bounds and asked to kneel blindfold still in place.
He guides me down onto my knees and then onto all fours. Nipple clamps still in place. Told to stay right where i am.
He fetches something to scrape the wax off my back and arse. It wasn't until later that I found out it was a knife! a BIG kitchen knife though it didn't feel like it. Was actually a really nice feeling having it scraped off my back. Well not scraped, more like peeled - and the knife only scratched very lightly. I hadn't realized it was a knife til he showed me.
He stood me up, blindfold off. nipple clamps off... and he stands with me, gently kissing my lips, rubbing my arms and shoulders while I take everything in.
he told me to go to the bathroom and he would run me a hot shower.
ah, shower was lovely. :D
Friday, 23 July 2010
Fisting (Attempted)
Sounds like an offense put that way doesn;t it? And my cunt was a bit offended at the try. :)
I was feeling a little loopy and very compliant from the breath play.
Eventually, when he had stopped, He told me he was going to fist me now. I had previously mentioned that fisting made me really squeamish and that I was really concerned that it would really hurt!
He lubed up his hand and told me to keep my legs spread. Immediately I started to breath heavily. I’m not sure how many fingers he started with, at one stage it hurt.
Oh GOD so bad and I clenched up - holding onto the bed spread tight. He reminded me that I needed to relax for him to pull back without doing any damage. A hard thing to do! I managed to relax for periods of it.
He kept at me for a while - it was a HOT experience with mild pain.
Once he stopped he asked if I wanted to see how far he had gone! All I could do was roll my eyes. All four of his fingers and his thumb tucked in - right up until the edge of his palm...obviously the widest bit.
I knew I had read an account of a fisting fairly recently and looked around and found it. I had found Jainie's Blog fairly early from searching for other "late bloomers" like myself. She had a great description of trying this. I think you kind of need a girls smallish hands to do this, guys are just 'too big!'.
I was feeling a little loopy and very compliant from the breath play.
Eventually, when he had stopped, He told me he was going to fist me now. I had previously mentioned that fisting made me really squeamish and that I was really concerned that it would really hurt!
He lubed up his hand and told me to keep my legs spread. Immediately I started to breath heavily. I’m not sure how many fingers he started with, at one stage it hurt.
Oh GOD so bad and I clenched up - holding onto the bed spread tight. He reminded me that I needed to relax for him to pull back without doing any damage. A hard thing to do! I managed to relax for periods of it.
He kept at me for a while - it was a HOT experience with mild pain.
Once he stopped he asked if I wanted to see how far he had gone! All I could do was roll my eyes. All four of his fingers and his thumb tucked in - right up until the edge of his palm...obviously the widest bit.
I knew I had read an account of a fisting fairly recently and looked around and found it. I had found Jainie's Blog fairly early from searching for other "late bloomers" like myself. She had a great description of trying this. I think you kind of need a girls smallish hands to do this, guys are just 'too big!'.
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Breath Play
This was interesting. At some point after he had me chained to the door frame and spanking me he stopped and pulled my neck back and presses hard either side - its a very strange feeling - so hard not to fight to breathe - but so comforting with Jeff at my side whispering things in my ear, asking me to let go and telling me that he won't hurt me.
Some time after he took the phone call (Alicia checking in maybe?) We were sitting on the couch he was getting assurance that I was comfortable with what had gone on so far..
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair, dragged onto my knees from the couch to sucking his cock to get it hard (which i love to do). He asked if I had ever had my face fucked before. "Not really." He gets me to stand, still dragging me by the hair into his bedroom, lays me down on my back, head over the edge of the bed and proceeds to fuck my throat.
So messy! LOL
Gagging hard on his cock.... struggling to breathe... strange feeling. (Mind you all the while he is making sure that I'm okay and enjoying it.) I never produced so much saliva in my life! Really thick too. Something about going deep like that. Of course he proceeded to spread it over my face. I liked that.
He spread my legs and administered a couple of spanks to my clit/pussy through my pantys. (I had brought a pair.)
It's all a bit blurry i can't remember exactly what happened next....though I do remember him making the comment that my eyes light up as soon as i see cock. ha ha ha
At some point later he is fucking my arse with his hands gripped tight around my throat. I was more concentrating on the pain of the arse-fucking than the restriction on my throat..he pulls his cock out, and tightens his grip on my throat.
I turn over to lay on my back and he asks me to relax. He is pushing harder on my throat. I again find it really hard to relax and not try and breathe! No matter how much he tells me not to! LOL
He bites, licks, sucks and nibbles at my ear - maintaining the pressure on my throat - its a really strange feeling you get all light headed - I didn't pass out though - which is what he said he was going for and then he was going to spank my pussy while I was out.
He kept reassuring me that I would be okay and he wasn't going to hurt me, just to let go, biting hard on my ear lobe he asked me to cum (I mean realistically, was he expecting I would? LOL ~so not going to happen~)He kept asking, telling me to focus on putting all the pain into my clit. (mind you I could feel the sensations, I just wasn't going to cum. It's hard for me in the best of circumstances.)
This little scene led to the next which was something I'd told him I was squeamishly interested in trying. That will be my next post.
Fisting.
Some time after he took the phone call (Alicia checking in maybe?) We were sitting on the couch he was getting assurance that I was comfortable with what had gone on so far..
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair, dragged onto my knees from the couch to sucking his cock to get it hard (which i love to do). He asked if I had ever had my face fucked before. "Not really." He gets me to stand, still dragging me by the hair into his bedroom, lays me down on my back, head over the edge of the bed and proceeds to fuck my throat.
So messy! LOL
Gagging hard on his cock.... struggling to breathe... strange feeling. (Mind you all the while he is making sure that I'm okay and enjoying it.) I never produced so much saliva in my life! Really thick too. Something about going deep like that. Of course he proceeded to spread it over my face. I liked that.
He spread my legs and administered a couple of spanks to my clit/pussy through my pantys. (I had brought a pair.)
It's all a bit blurry i can't remember exactly what happened next....though I do remember him making the comment that my eyes light up as soon as i see cock. ha ha ha
At some point later he is fucking my arse with his hands gripped tight around my throat. I was more concentrating on the pain of the arse-fucking than the restriction on my throat..he pulls his cock out, and tightens his grip on my throat.
I turn over to lay on my back and he asks me to relax. He is pushing harder on my throat. I again find it really hard to relax and not try and breathe! No matter how much he tells me not to! LOL
He bites, licks, sucks and nibbles at my ear - maintaining the pressure on my throat - its a really strange feeling you get all light headed - I didn't pass out though - which is what he said he was going for and then he was going to spank my pussy while I was out.
He kept reassuring me that I would be okay and he wasn't going to hurt me, just to let go, biting hard on my ear lobe he asked me to cum (I mean realistically, was he expecting I would? LOL ~so not going to happen~)He kept asking, telling me to focus on putting all the pain into my clit. (mind you I could feel the sensations, I just wasn't going to cum. It's hard for me in the best of circumstances.)
This little scene led to the next which was something I'd told him I was squeamishly interested in trying. That will be my next post.
Fisting.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Spank Bank
I mentioned in a previous post that I would explain about the "Spank Bank".
I had mentioned to Jeff and Alicia that I liked to be spanked and wouldn't mind a pit of recreational pain thrown in. Always accommodating, and having a bit of a sadistic bent, Jeff had said he was more than happy to oblige.
Anywho...I was speaking to him online must have been earlier Friday and said something in a smart arse way - earned myself 20 spanks...whoops! So, now he has a spank bank with my name on it :D
When he had called Sunday night to arrange our play-date, I accidentally hung up on him (really)! whoops.
another 20 earned...
While texting and discussing this I said something else stupid and added another 5 to the spank bank - hmmm somehow I added another 5 so was at a total of 50 but I can't remember. It could be he was rounding up.
When I left off I had just arrived by buss of all things...as SOON as I was in the door he grabs me by the hair, I'm on my knees sucking his cock.
A flurry of activity comes back to me in rapid-cut images:
~bent over kneeling on the couch,
~butt plug comes out..mind you it's a tiny plug nothing to it, have to start small.
~his cock goes in...Mother of God! A bit of pain doesn't hurt right?!
~pussy fucking too...still dressed mind you, just skirt pushed up around my waist.
Next thing I know...I'm told to count how many..."How many what?" I was thinking."Swats?"
ICE CUBES!
In my ARSE!
COLD.
Fucking cold.
Then him fucking with them in it! Again very very cold. (10 in total.)
~Standing up. (some fall out mind you that is cold!)
I'm told to sit down on his cock - he takes off my top and bra after I'm on his cock and riding...He then mentions his zipper is pushing into his balls...not a comfortable feeling no doubt.
I hop off and he pulls me over between the two doors...I have previously seen the two links of chain and cuffs hanging from between the door frames as he had them up last time I was around...He straps me in. Places a blindfold over my eyes and then spread my legs and straps them in place to the bottom of each door frame.
He pulls my nipple clamps from my bag of toys and puts them on too.
He tells me to count, these are to come off my total. After each one I am to thank him and ask for another.
He got up to 8 and then changed implements from a paddle to a dragons tail or something along those lines. Leather that has been twisted and has like a dragon/snake tongue split at the end...very strange. And Mother of God. Painful.
Two of those and I am at a limit. He asked me to take one more... which I did. GOD a hot stinging pain - though it doesn't last for long. Just very very instant sharp pain. I don't whimper very much. I just breathe very heavily. In and out in short breaths, trying to stop the pain. Very weird.
There is an interlude here where all kids of other kinky things went on. Its like he had a long "To Do" list and was slowly but surely checking them off.
~Breath Play
~Hot Wax
~Arse Fucking, lots and lots of Arse Fucking
~Fisting, (Attempted)
In midst of all this he had to take a phone call, odd to hear him seeimingly benign for a bit, but once th phone call ended, the tone came back and I was on my knees again after a very short respite.
At some point we begin whittling down my spank debt some more. All at once in an instant he stops and he hits my arse hard with something two times and asks me, "How many?"
"Two Sir...thank you. Can i please have another?"
I manage eight and by this time I really am whimpering and crying - not full on bawling, but only able to rasp out the number and say, "thank you." He tells me to brace for one more (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I haven't used a safe word, but he can tell I am at that limit, and hits me only one last time.
ow.
He gets me to stand and pulls me over (gently) to the couch and gets me to lie down and puts a blanket over me. I have my top on at his point, but obviously no pants. He kisses me gently and lets me recover.
He comes back after a while to check that I am okay. He pulls down the blanket and slaps my arse for good measure. All in good fun. He takes a picture and shows me... bruising from our previous encounter and new bright red marks.
"It's funny..." he says, "there are no marks at all on your back!" (He was flogging me there earlier when I was tied up) Apparently, I just bruise on my bum. Probably a good thing in my mind.
Having worked hard as my punisher, he is a little tired. He tells me now that I'm going to give him a massage - which I was more than happy to do. I put a pair of pants on from my bag. He jumps into bed, the top half out in the open for me to massage. My arse doesn't really sting or hurt to sit down - its tender but okay.
Some snuggling after a massage and I mention that I have to go. (I had a Tupperware meeting on that Monday night.)
I assure him I don't want to go. He doesn't want me to either. Some great snuggling and I get up to organize my things.
A lovely, lovely way to spend most of a Monday.
I had mentioned to Jeff and Alicia that I liked to be spanked and wouldn't mind a pit of recreational pain thrown in. Always accommodating, and having a bit of a sadistic bent, Jeff had said he was more than happy to oblige.
Anywho...I was speaking to him online must have been earlier Friday and said something in a smart arse way - earned myself 20 spanks...whoops! So, now he has a spank bank with my name on it :D
When he had called Sunday night to arrange our play-date, I accidentally hung up on him (really)! whoops.
another 20 earned...
While texting and discussing this I said something else stupid and added another 5 to the spank bank - hmmm somehow I added another 5 so was at a total of 50 but I can't remember. It could be he was rounding up.
When I left off I had just arrived by buss of all things...as SOON as I was in the door he grabs me by the hair, I'm on my knees sucking his cock.
A flurry of activity comes back to me in rapid-cut images:
~bent over kneeling on the couch,
~butt plug comes out..mind you it's a tiny plug nothing to it, have to start small.
~his cock goes in...Mother of God! A bit of pain doesn't hurt right?!
~pussy fucking too...still dressed mind you, just skirt pushed up around my waist.
Next thing I know...I'm told to count how many..."How many what?" I was thinking."Swats?"
ICE CUBES!
In my ARSE!
COLD.
Fucking cold.
Then him fucking with them in it! Again very very cold. (10 in total.)
~Standing up. (some fall out mind you that is cold!)
I'm told to sit down on his cock - he takes off my top and bra after I'm on his cock and riding...He then mentions his zipper is pushing into his balls...not a comfortable feeling no doubt.
I hop off and he pulls me over between the two doors...I have previously seen the two links of chain and cuffs hanging from between the door frames as he had them up last time I was around...He straps me in. Places a blindfold over my eyes and then spread my legs and straps them in place to the bottom of each door frame.
He pulls my nipple clamps from my bag of toys and puts them on too.
He tells me to count, these are to come off my total. After each one I am to thank him and ask for another.
He got up to 8 and then changed implements from a paddle to a dragons tail or something along those lines. Leather that has been twisted and has like a dragon/snake tongue split at the end...very strange. And Mother of God. Painful.
Two of those and I am at a limit. He asked me to take one more... which I did. GOD a hot stinging pain - though it doesn't last for long. Just very very instant sharp pain. I don't whimper very much. I just breathe very heavily. In and out in short breaths, trying to stop the pain. Very weird.
There is an interlude here where all kids of other kinky things went on. Its like he had a long "To Do" list and was slowly but surely checking them off.
~Breath Play
~Hot Wax
~Arse Fucking, lots and lots of Arse Fucking
~Fisting, (Attempted)
In midst of all this he had to take a phone call, odd to hear him seeimingly benign for a bit, but once th phone call ended, the tone came back and I was on my knees again after a very short respite.
At some point we begin whittling down my spank debt some more. All at once in an instant he stops and he hits my arse hard with something two times and asks me, "How many?"
"Two Sir...thank you. Can i please have another?"
I manage eight and by this time I really am whimpering and crying - not full on bawling, but only able to rasp out the number and say, "thank you." He tells me to brace for one more (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I haven't used a safe word, but he can tell I am at that limit, and hits me only one last time.
ow.
He gets me to stand and pulls me over (gently) to the couch and gets me to lie down and puts a blanket over me. I have my top on at his point, but obviously no pants. He kisses me gently and lets me recover.
He comes back after a while to check that I am okay. He pulls down the blanket and slaps my arse for good measure. All in good fun. He takes a picture and shows me... bruising from our previous encounter and new bright red marks.
"It's funny..." he says, "there are no marks at all on your back!" (He was flogging me there earlier when I was tied up) Apparently, I just bruise on my bum. Probably a good thing in my mind.
Having worked hard as my punisher, he is a little tired. He tells me now that I'm going to give him a massage - which I was more than happy to do. I put a pair of pants on from my bag. He jumps into bed, the top half out in the open for me to massage. My arse doesn't really sting or hurt to sit down - its tender but okay.
Some snuggling after a massage and I mention that I have to go. (I had a Tupperware meeting on that Monday night.)
I assure him I don't want to go. He doesn't want me to either. Some great snuggling and I get up to organize my things.
A lovely, lovely way to spend most of a Monday.
Sunday, 18 July 2010
The Bus Ride...
If someone had ever suggested to me that someone would suggest a bus as the location for some kinky fun and that more to the point I would actually do so, I'd have said it was nuts.
The way it happened though made sense at the time, and boy was it kinky fun looking back..scary at the time.
Jeff invited himself to my house for Monday as he would be "in the neighborhood". I needed to drop my car in to get it fixed; some dick hit it while I was shopping last week. I was to meet him at a shopping centre, about 10 minutes from my house. We agreed on a time - and anything past 10 minutes would earn me 5 spanks per minute. (More on his 'spank bank' in another post). He instructed me to be in a skirt or dress, no panties and wear my butt plug.
Monday morning arrives, I drop my car off. I am busy freaking out at home in dress and no panties when I finally receive his phone call - something has come up and he isn't coming my direction. He says I am more than welcome to come his he knows I have no car!
He tells me the bus leaves the stop near me at 10:51, I needed to be on it, no panties and to sit in a spot where i could press my palm onto my pussy - I didn't have to play with it, just be able to press on it and wiggle my arse. O, and all my sex toys in a bag, I had to take them too.
OMG I was going to die of embarrassment.
So, being compliant in nature, I did hop on the bus, no panties, butt plug in and awaited his text. His instruction was to place my palm on my pussy for 5 minutes every 15 stops of the approximately hour long hour bus ride.
About halfway in... on the backseat of the bus - I got a text asking if I could spread my legs without anyone seeing!
OMG, I seriously must have been bright red!
Since the truth was, no they couldn't, I spread my legs and did what I was told - played with myself.
I arrived at the bus stop and met him at the corner of his street. Jeff promptly told me to turn around - he checked that I was wearing the butt plug in the street... again dying of embarrassment.
We had some standard nice every day conversation on the way to his house -all the while having a mild panic attack!
The way it happened though made sense at the time, and boy was it kinky fun looking back..scary at the time.
Jeff invited himself to my house for Monday as he would be "in the neighborhood". I needed to drop my car in to get it fixed; some dick hit it while I was shopping last week. I was to meet him at a shopping centre, about 10 minutes from my house. We agreed on a time - and anything past 10 minutes would earn me 5 spanks per minute. (More on his 'spank bank' in another post). He instructed me to be in a skirt or dress, no panties and wear my butt plug.
Monday morning arrives, I drop my car off. I am busy freaking out at home in dress and no panties when I finally receive his phone call - something has come up and he isn't coming my direction. He says I am more than welcome to come his he knows I have no car!
He tells me the bus leaves the stop near me at 10:51, I needed to be on it, no panties and to sit in a spot where i could press my palm onto my pussy - I didn't have to play with it, just be able to press on it and wiggle my arse. O, and all my sex toys in a bag, I had to take them too.
OMG I was going to die of embarrassment.
So, being compliant in nature, I did hop on the bus, no panties, butt plug in and awaited his text. His instruction was to place my palm on my pussy for 5 minutes every 15 stops of the approximately hour long hour bus ride.
About halfway in... on the backseat of the bus - I got a text asking if I could spread my legs without anyone seeing!
OMG, I seriously must have been bright red!
Since the truth was, no they couldn't, I spread my legs and did what I was told - played with myself.
I arrived at the bus stop and met him at the corner of his street. Jeff promptly told me to turn around - he checked that I was wearing the butt plug in the street... again dying of embarrassment.
We had some standard nice every day conversation on the way to his house -all the while having a mild panic attack!
More with the Dom...
I had another adventure with Jeff again yesterday (with Alicia's permission, they chatted the night before and discussed having me as a sub- well not so much a sub, but just someone to use and abuse and corrupt :D - I'm definitely not the type of person to kneel at someone's feet - which Alicia didn't want - and neither do I!)
It was quite an experiance and lasted for hours. I jotted thoughts and impressions the next day but it is all disjointed. Its hard to tell where one 'scene' started and which action happened in what order. A week has passed and I want to get it blogged So I thouhgt I'd break it up into smaller stories, but they really all happend the same day. To start I thought I'd tell you about the Bus Ride.
It was quite an experiance and lasted for hours. I jotted thoughts and impressions the next day but it is all disjointed. Its hard to tell where one 'scene' started and which action happened in what order. A week has passed and I want to get it blogged So I thouhgt I'd break it up into smaller stories, but they really all happend the same day. To start I thought I'd tell you about the Bus Ride.
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