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Bithday Fucking

· July 10, 2012 · Thoughts · , , , , , , · 4 Comments

It didn’t take us long to rip our clothes off.  I was eager to get to the main event but that was nothing compared to her, I was worried I’d need to beg her to fuck first since I knew I’d end up being a puddle on the floor when she was done with me and I desperately wanted to get her off first.

We explored the room with our bodies, we took photos, and I really got down before she pushed me off of her and told me it was time for her to string me up and fuck me.

My legs were pulled apart and lifted toward the ceiling, I was still on the ground but could feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into subspace.  By the time she had me off the ground with my wrists and ankles connected on either end of a spreader bar, I would have agreed to anything I was in so deep.   It was emotional subspace more than physical at this point and that’s usually just as deep for me.   I couldn’t think and I’m lucky to have been able to mumble “Yes Ma’am”.

After she had me up she had me swing back and forth like a pendulum.  An evil smile came across her face and she took about a dozen photos before coming back to me.

In retrospect it was a good thing I was in such deep subspace, not only because it turned her on even more to see me like that but the suspension cuffs we were using were digging into my wrists pretty strongly but I didn’t want to stop.    She ordered me to tell her if the pain in my wrists became too much to bear.  She knew if I had my way I’d put up with it longer than I should (I had hurt myself before).

It was such a unique headspace.  I was horny as fuck, almost painfully hard and aching- and yet felt so vulnerable, exposed, owned and still so deep in subspace that I could barely talk.

She toyed around with me for a little while, spanking me, using my cock as a handle to move me forward and back before checking my wrists and seeing we had limited time.

As she fucked me she rotated between grabbing my hips or thighs or using my cock for leverage before finally wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and ramming into me while ordering me to cum.   I have no idea how many times she brought me to orgasm, really it felt like one never-ending O.

Eventually, satiated, she slowly lowered me to the floor, kissing me with a big satisfied smile on her face.   On the subway ride home I don’t know that I said anything more than “Oh fuck…..oh fuck”.

Later she’d show some of the photos to a few friends and the feeling of being objectified would wash over me again.   I still shiver and ache at the thought of it now.

We’ve looked at a few suspension rigs and agree it would be a perfect addition to our apartment but it will take some time to make that happen.

Thankfully, my birthday is just a few months away and I know exactly what I’m going to request as the only thing I want.

Suspended, Fucked and Kissed

· July 15, 2011 · Thoughts · , , , · 2 Comments

The spreader bar held my ankles, my wrists were attached to the center of the bar and I was slowly pulled up off the floor and into the air.

hmmm hard to describe actually.   Here, I found an image that seems to resemble the position at least somewhat:

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I had always wondered if I could be put in this position comfortably.  It seemed like the ultimate erotic position, every inch stretched, exposed and vulnerable.

I had mentiond my desire to be put in this position once long ago but was told I was probably too tall for it to be comfortable, I was also told that most men weren’t flexible enough to pull it off.   Finally though I was in a situation where I could try it.

I was nervous at first but eventually that feeling faded away.   Sade spun me around a few times and it hit me how this was probably the most helpless position possible.   In most forms of bondage I can at least squirm or shake but not in this one, there was nothing for me to squirm or move against.

It all happened so fast and I was so completley lost in her that I barely remember the details.   I remember the rope around my balls.  I remember the only pain I could feel was the pain in my thumbs.  Maybe the wrist cuffs were designed for smaller hands, most of my weight was pressing against the backs of my thumbs but even that pain wasn’t nearly enough for me to want to stop.

I remember her hands scratching my ass and the backs of my thighs.  She slid into me.  First she used the rope around my balls to pull me back and forth onto her but eventually she just grabbed all of me.  At one point she did what I had wanted to do for so long but coulnd’t because of my position and she kissed me with the same passion I was feeling for her.

I didn’t want it to end but eventually it did. We weren’t playing in our usual dynamic due to others around us and the pain in my thumbs was becoming too much.

Soon though….

I’ve been looking for some good suspsnsion wrist cuffs.  If only there was a way to get a decent suspension unit in our apartment.

 

 

Making My Whole Body Shake

· May 4, 2010 · Thoughts · , , , , , , , , , · 6 Comments

She put the leather goggle blindfold over my eyes, told me to strip, kneel and wait for her in the living room.

I waited there, I heard her doing something in the bedroom but I wasn’t quite sure what.

I started to worry.

We’ve had a friend staying with us for the last couple of months. What if she came home early, opened the door and was greeted by the sight of me kneeling naked and blindfolded right in front of the door?

My knees pressed into the cold wooden floor. The next thing I knew I felt her skin against my lips. I didn’t know what part of her I was kissing. It didn’t last long though, soon I felt her hands wrap around my balls and lift me to a standing position. She didn’t need to say anything, she lead me by the balls to the bedroom where we kissed.

Before I knew it I was bound to the bed and my legs and ass were up in the air and she was entering me.

I still can’t wrap my head around anal orgasms. When it happens, my mind feels so confused at where it’s coming from, it feels so overwhelming but finally my mind goes blank and it, as does my body, surrenders to her, this long slow wave moves over me, my body tightens, my back arches and I come.

Again and again she forced orgasms out of me. I lose count. 6? 7?

Each time she moans with me, whispers dirty things that just turns me on even more.

She moves off the bed and changes cocks, this one is much bigger. If I wasn’t in a deep post multi-orgasmic subspace I’d have asked her to please go slow at first but I can’t say anything, I just lay there with my legs still up in the air and moan with every exhale.

She positions herself over me, I can tell by the look on her face that she is more than turned on. She’s in another world like I am.  But she’s the opposite of I am, I’m getting fucked, mouth open and moaning, she’s got a wicked-hot smile on her face, talking dirty, fucking and owning me.

The night was just getting started.

The next morning I was in the shower, I could barely step in, my legs were still shaking.

All this week I’ve been constantly turned on, counting the seconds until I’m home from work and I’ll be able to see her, and kiss her again.

 

 

 

The Week Of Beatings Continued

· January 17, 2010 · Thoughts · , , , · One Comment

Day 6: Once again I’m both scared and looking forward to it. She wallops me for 15 minutes non-stop. Again and again. Time stops in my mind and when she’s done I can barely move I’m so worn out. I’m tied up, drooling and moaning afterwards. She helps me up and we cuddle until I fall asleep.

Day 7: The last day. She ties me to our new leather couch. My elbows tied to my knees and she uses a variety of implements on me including a wooden spoon. I’m almost sad when it’s over.

I can tell how I’ve progressed over the course of the week. I’m glad that it worked. I’m not sure if my tolerance for pain is higher but I noticed a few changes in how I viewed the pain.

Early on, when the pain was very very intense, my mind would start to play tricks on me. I’d start to wonder if she really cared about me or if she was upset with me. Punishment play, when it’s really really painful is still connected with disappointment in some ways. This week helped change that a bit.

Now it’s been two days since she’s had me bent over and I do miss it. Not just the intimacy and the intensity, but how hot it makes her.

Good thing there are plenty of other things that get her hot as well.

I’m a very lucky boy.

Behind Closed Doors

· September 9, 2009 · Thoughts · , , , · 29 Comments

I thought we were done for the moment.

Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.

The audience commented how hot our scene was then left, closing the door and and leaving us alone.

We weren’t done yet though.

She kissed the remainder of my tears away, telling me how happy she was with me and then kissed me.

Hard.

She didn’t bother removing the leather ankle cuffs from me, only removing my hands from the leather cuffs so I could hold her.

I was naked already and before too long so was she, pulling off her corset and underwear then pulling me to the ground.

She reached down and slid me inside of her. A gasp escaped us both.

She rode me, I held her hips and within a minute her eyes were rolling, her back arched and every muscle in her body singing.   

What’s the opposite of sympathy pains? Sympathy pleasure? That’s what I always feel. It’s like I’m mid-orgasm with her.

I moaned and and she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth. Just a few feet away outside that door people where socializing.

I can’t remember how many orgasms she had but before too long she was satisfied and slid off of me. The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me and I’m sure I made a moan that said “please”.

I snuck outside the door, covering my arousal as best I could, grabbed my clothes and joined her again.   

There she was, smiling with that lustful grin she gets when she’s used me.

I melted.

Not all of me, but most of me.

“Fuck”, I said with a sigh and a smile.

“Fuck indeed” she smiled.

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