Let's really get to know each other!

I've been thinking, ya'll. So many folks come onto this sight to just read (vs. contributing), some are simply new and looking for guidance, and of course, many are always on the hunt for new ideas. With that in mind.......here is a proposal:

What say, in this thread, we all describe, in detail, any particular heavy/ unusual/ new/ or just an immensely enjoyable scene that we have participated in. Not a fantasy one, something we have actually experienced.

I'll go first, since this was my idea.

My Master always starts by blindfolding me. After caressing me, & pressing / rubbing up against me to get me worked up and relaxed and confident this was to be a "pleasure" scene, he suddenly shoved me backwards onto the bed. (Although, I didn't know the bed was right there!)So, here I am lying sideways across the bed on my back....

First, he secured my ankles with leather shackles, which were then tied by ropes to hooks in the ceiling, pulling them extremely tight, he hoisted my legs high in the air. Then he took ropes and tied them around my thighs and out to the edge of the bed, stretching them wide, assuring my legs were as stretched apart as possible, and my nether regions fully exposed.

After double checking and pulling the ropes to stretch my legs into the air as tight as possible, he walked around the bed to secure the rest of my body. Using wrist cuffs, he attached a rope to each cuff, and pulled them also to either side of the bed. This left me in a type of 1/2 elevated spread eagle. As added security, he tied one more rope around my elbows and shoulders which he then pulled down to tie off over the side of the bed, which had the effect of pulling my upper body down tightly onto the bed. I could not move an inch!

At this point, he was wise to insert my ball gag. Now, I knew I was in trouble!The first torture was to put (wooden) clothes pins on both my nipples (he likes to cover more of my breasts, but I had a Gyno appointment in 2 days, and we were afraid of bruising!), and 3 on each side, pinning back my pussy lips.

While I struggled under the uncomfortably tight bondage, my Master proceeded to extensively flog me HARD with a whip that is made to look like a cat-o-nine tails! He whipped my clamped breasts, my sides, belly, but mostly, my inner thighs.

After being thoroughly whipped, the nipple clamps were removed (OUCH!) and a hot candle wax dripping commenced on my poor breasts! After a while, he stopped completely, and gave me a few minutes of quiet. Then he proceeded to wax the rest of my body, including my hung up feet!

When he got bored with the wax, he pulled the rest of the clothes pins off my pussy (DOUBLE-TRIPLE OUCH!), and played "this little piggy" by putting a clothes pin on each of my toes! While he waited for the right moment to pull them off, he went back to the flogging. When his arm got tired, it was time for some quiet R & R, with a little oral penal pleasure commencing.

When we were both quite worked up by this, he stopped and went to the other side of the bed, and slowly, excrutiatingly, pulled one pin off my toe at a time. This is the moment I went berserk and tried to rip the ropes and bed apart! But, to get better access, when the clips were done, he lowered and untied my legs (leaving my upper body still secured) and proceeded to give me a humping that had us BOTH moaning ecstatically with the pleasure of it all!

I know, sounds kind of mild, but the physical sensations weren't!
OK, who's next??!! :p

I'm rather new to all of this honestly and I have to say if that is mild then I am far from ready for the deep end of the pool! That said I have to say it is a great story that I thoroughly enjoyed reading and while I probably couldn't handle all or even most of something like that at once it does get the wheels spinning on things I know I can handle and might enjoy. I wish I could contribute more then simply saying I liked reading the story but alas for now I can't. Hope you and your Master continue getting such enjoyment from each other and that I get the chance to read more soon! :)

OMG! Sorry, erisv! It really isn't as harsh as all that. After reading my post again, I guess it does sound severe! But, let me explain further......

The cuffs used on wrists and ankles are nylon, fastened by velcro (and how easy is that to break loose!); the ropes that tie up the rest, are always finished off with a slip-knot, with the loose 'release' end within easy grasp of my hand; and the flogger used is made of strands of soft rubber, that DO NOT leave marks, cuts, or bruises, at most stings for a split second.

The only thing that really hurt, was the stupid clothespins....and as most of you realize, only when they came off!!

So any newbies out there, please do not be frightened off....this is all really great fun, and VERY harmless... :rolleyes:

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I've been thinking, ya'll. So many folks come onto this sight to just read (vs. contributing), some are simply new and looking for guidance, and of course, many are always on the hunt for new ideas. With that in mind.......here is a proposal:

What say, in this thread, we all describe, in detail, any particular heavy/ unusual/ new/ or just an immensely enjoyable scene that we have participated in. Not a fantasy one, something we have actually experienced.

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Well there was the first time my boyfriend F. dominated me. We had talked about it beforehand exchanging ideas as to what the limits should be for our first scene. My only previous experience besides self-imposed discipline had been with another girl who also happened to be a professional dominatrix. It had been satisfying in the bdsm perspective but there had been no sexual contact as the whole thing had been to "punish" me for being slutty. I had just become sexually active again after a long period of "celibacy" and it (becoming a sexual creature again) was a BIG deal.

Anyways, I knew F. as a lover and although he was just amazing in bed and thinking about being with him could make me fantasize to the point of drooling, I could not picture him being severe enough with me as his is a more soft/cuddly/romantic kind of love-making.

So I had enjoyed telling him about my more extreme fantasies, being rather sure that he would not "break me" that first time. It ended up being not what I expected and was I wrong!

He had me go to his place where, as per instructions, I arrived wearing a lacy black bra, lace thigh-high stockings, high heels, an overcoat and nothing else. If I wanted to be dominated like a slutty slave, he had said, I had better dress like a slut. The only toy I was allowed to have with me was my favourite vibrator, which I carried in a coat pocket.

First he toyed with my mind in ways that I would have never expected from him. He took me to the seediest part of the city and into the raunchiest strip bar he could find (where half of the dancers are Transexuals or cross-dressers) and had me buy myself a few dances! Here in Montreal, by the way, dances are private, full contact, nothing-in-between affairs. He sat back and watched me go through disgust, indifference, arousal, shame, back to arousal, total confusion and total lust before asking: "Are you ready?"

He took me to my apartment downtown where he made me stand in the middle of the living room while he slowly took off my overcoat using a broken car antenna, never touching me with his hands. He then ordered me to kneel on the floor and then used a pair of pantyhose that I had forgotten at his place the week before to tie my hands behind my back and then he passed the end legs between my legs, crossed them between my breasts and looped them behind my neck where he tied the loose ends.

I knelt there, bent over by the tension in the pantyhose, feeling dirty, horny, stupid and ready to be beaten and fucked.

He took his time, caressing the exposed skin of my upper thighs, belly, arms and face with that telescopic thin rod. I swore that I would not move or make a sound when he would finally hit me, but damn him, he was taking long!

Without wanting to, I started to moan. He continued the cold caresses of the antenna, but when, forty minutes after tying me up I finally spoke to ask him to please go ahead and do it, he gently pushed beneath my chin with his improvised rod, lifted my face so he could look into my eyes and spoke in a maddeningly soft voice:

"Shut the fuck up, slut" he said.

Oh god, I wanted him! I wanted him to hit me, to pull my hair, to spit on me, to fuck me, anything! But no. He went to back to teasing me with the promise of pain unfulfilled. After about an hour he got my vibrator and applied it to my clit. Within seconds I was rushing up the orgasmic curve only to have him withdraw the vibrator at the last second. After about ten or fifteen minutes of sexual torture, and believe me it was agonizing, I made a fatal mistake. I was almost at the climax point and as he pulled back my vibrator, I muttered under my breath: "oh no... fuck... you"

"oh, fuck you it is?" said he. "OK, I will torture you no more"

True to his word, he cut the pantyhose with the kitchen scissors, rubbed my wrists and my neck to make sure I would not feel sore, gave me the sweetest goodnight kiss and walked out the door to go home. Just before the door closed he turned to look at me, kneeling still in the middle of my living room, mouth open in disbelief and said:

"Do not touch yourself. I will be back tomorrow night to finish you off."

Oh DAMN! That was the longest night of my life. I hated him, I wanted him, I wanted to touch myself, I knew I could not, would not do it. Above all, I knew that even if he was not tough enough for my masochistic, pain-loving ways, he was dominant enough to make me beg.

The next night we forgot about my promised whipping. The moment he walked through the door I practically assaulted him with the fiercest kiss I have ever given anyone. Four hours later we were still making love in the laundry room on top of a pile of not-so-clean-anymore clothes fresh out of the dryer when he said:

"You know, I have never done anything more stupid than to leave a hot and ready to go for it girl who would do anything I asked to go home and spend a night alone"

"Silly boy" I answered

"Yet, even as I tossed and turned in bed alone last night, I was happy," he continued, "because I knew that you were suffering more. I hope you enjoyed it" he added.

I did not say anything, since at the moment there were more important things for my mouth to do. But I did.

Lovely, Nikka. Mmmmmm. Pity about the washing though! lol
LD

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"Yet, even as I tossed and turned in bed alone last night, I was happy," he continued, "because I knew that you were suffering more. I hope you enjoyed it" he added.

I did not say anything, since at the moment there were more important things for my mouth to do. But I did.

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Okay, it's high time F. taught a class here on the forum. He's my new hero.

Sometimes a good mindfuck is a wonderfull thing. It's not always a physical thing is it.
Barton.

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Sometimes a good mindfuck is a wonderfull thing. It's not always a physical thing is it.
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I am inclined to agree. I have no experience in this lifestyle, but I have always been drawn to it. And the part that excites me more than anything is the mental aspect of it more so than the physical.

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Okay, it's high time F. taught a class here on the forum. He's my new hero.

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Thanks, GaryWilcox. But I believe that Nikka is way more gifted than me when it comes to writing stuff in the forum. and I love to read about what she writes. That first scene, for example. Only now I realize how she must have felt, even if she has told me repetedly about it.
Then again, she is always encouraging me to write more. She says that it just takes practice, like swinging a cane.

Now, how about more of the other members of the forum. Any more interesting stories?

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OMG! Sorry, erisv! It really isn't as harsh as all that. After reading my post again, I guess it does sound severe!

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Katmandu, nothing to apologize for! i loved reading your story and believe me while i thought it was more then i could handle right now it was delicious in it's intensity and give me something to look forward to building up to when i am able to gain more experience.

please post a couple more without fear of scaring the newbies lol.

jen

Really good topic. Too bad it only got nine replies on its first run. Anyone want to try to contribute more to it?

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Why yes I would.

My wife and I, suddenly moved from a long term mild bedroom spanking fetish into D/s over the last year. We were separated for several months, but by year's end had worked thru almost all our relationship problems. Although she spoke first we both wanted more out of life. I stopped drinking and we started to explore D/s, each other, and those secret things that are deep inside ourselves.

I have had a few long term relationships which always had an underpinning that I was unwilling to change and "you" could leave if "you" wish. This relationship was a 13 year marriage operating under the same rules. As it was coming apart, I had a phone conversation with a lifelong friend who was several years past a real ugly divorce. In it she told me that one of her few life regrets was not trying harder when things got tough to work it out. She gave up. It may not have mattered, but her not at least trying still nagged at her.

Several long hikes later I was willing to do anything to make it work. If it didn't work out then a bruised ego would be a small cost knowing that I really had tried to save the only marriage I was likely to have in my life.

The threat of being alone had never bothered me before, although the prospect of dating pushing 50 was not that appealing. These thoughts were seen thru my then vanilla-eyes. LOL The idea of dating with my now totally BDSM wired brain wakes me in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and shaking. The vanilla days are over for good.

We were moving to Vegas and were trying D/s with me topping. One night she talked me into her trying a new flogger on me.

WOW,it blew me away. Our D/s was struggling and we were both going to explore D/s outside of our marriage, within limits.

She is a total sub, but suggested that we try with her the domme. I was cool with this, but never thought it would go past a few scenes. I was really into "playing" the sub. The first few hotel scenes were fun.

After this scene I'm about to relate I realized that trying something new in BDSM and not liking it is not always the most disturbing. It is trying something and liking it.

We were staying at the close friends house near the end of the summer while shopping for an apartment. I was given the task of finding two belts during the day to administer a punishment that night for some forgotten infraction. To me this was not much more than poorly disguised edgy talk since there would be others in the house that evening. Later when the evening was winding down and the others were leaving the pool area to retire to bed she told me to remove my shirt and come with her.

There was an alley between the houses that was gated on one end and mostly blocked by a storage shed on the other. "Lower your pants and shorts" followed by a slap when I hesitated slightly. The humiliation of being where we would certainly be heard if not seen, suddenly made the scene "too" real. I was naked from the ankles up and leaning into the stucco on my knuckles. I could hear the clicking of her heels as she was walking around me taunting, pinching and whispering in my ear as she pulled my hair as she made one point or another. It was a warm windless night and when the spanking started the sound of it reverberated off the cement walls.

Foolish me actually snuck a peek around to take in the line of sight of the surrounding houses while she was going thru a pile of toys that were surprisingly right behind me. I remember thinking "where did they come from?" when my transgression was noticed. She was right in my face "Do you trust me?" as she twisted a nipple. "Yes, Goddess" SLAP, "then let me worry about anyone seeing us, because you have enough to worry about already." In that instant, I truly believed her.

The scene lasted over an hour. I remember short parts of it vividly. The sound of water falling into the pool around the corner, the clicking of her heels, moving my hands on the wall, and the still air on my sweating body. The spanking moved to a paddling, on to a flogging, followed by a paint stick on my thighs(the evil bitch) and nipples. I remember her roughly shoving her finger up my ass, a short amount of oral sex which was just to get Mr Happy to be a bigger target for cbt, and the constant verbal barrage as she walk around seemingly speaking from every point in the now very close alley. I was long past caring about anyone seeing us, my arms were shaking and my breathing labored. Most of it was a blur and at the same time seemed to go on forever. If the police suddenly showed up at the curb, it seem like this would not be a bad thing to me at the time.

Then the belts were brought out for play. I was deep in subspace, long past caring, but the sound of them striking me seemed very loud compared to how little I was feeling them was disturbing. When it was over she told me to turn around. Now, I'm 6'1" and much taller than her, but until turning around it felt as if she was towering over me. I was shaking, physically and mentally.

She told me to masturbate. In a feeble voice I whispered, "yellow". She held me, comforted me and told me how good of it was for me to use my safeword.

We moved inside and she had me worship her pussy. After she came, she found her mask, kissed me, and rolled over to go to sleep. The last thing she said was "You may masturbate now, but if you disturb me getting to sleep there will be consequences" As I laid there quitely playing with myself I thought how it was now a whole new ballgame for me. I fell to sleep the happiest in years.

I enjoy being a submissive, but I have problems how the vanilla world sees "me", if they knew. Also, how I see myself, and how I was raised. The feelings that this scene brought forth, even if I return at some point to domming, make it impossible to return the vanilla life as I knew it. I went from "in" control of my life to being led into the Fetish Ball on a leash connected to my collar, but contented. sigh.

It seems strange that just several months ago we were so far apart when now we are so close. I want to thank this forum and its members for their openness and knowledge at a time when I really needed it to work out my life.

tj

Glad to see that someone else added a real life adventure to this post. Maybe Kats will post another.

Kats??

Last Night Denial leads to Today's Nooner

Well, darn, I can't be expected to write all these hot little stories and not get in a piece of my own action. The lovely Kat goes and posts herself being penetrated by Barton. That had me yelling for my hubby/dom, Master T.

I showed him the pictures, begged him for a set of our own and the man heads to bed and goes to sleep; leaving me to write more for BabySub. Grrr! Sexual tension was now very high - for me at least. If that wasn't enough, Lord Chuck sends me a PM that gets me all hot and bothered, more than I already am.

Today before lunch, T rewarded me for my patience.

He gave me the honor of wetting him down and hardening him up with a warm tongue bath and lots of sucking. He's on his back, legs spread and I'm bent down with his erection in my mouth, my knees near his head. While I'm working on him, he started fingering my clit with one hand and the other hand is pinching and pulling on my nipples.

It felt so good and I was racing to an climax. I was so close and then the spanking started. Not too hard, not too soft, but just right. Open handed spanks on my bottom, my clit and across my pussy. By now, I'm ready to explode and he orders, "You can take a picture," as he leaves me on the edge of a climax.

I can't get to the digital camera fast enough. When I do, he's kind enough to do a few poses before I'm draped over him again. This time, he adds a cold glass dildo inside my pussy and turns a small vibrator on over my clit. My mouth is so full of him that all I can do is wiggle and moan to my heart's content. The first of many forced orgasms begins. I say forced, because he locks his arm around my waist, pinning me down and keeping me from moving. I just have to ride out one after another.

Its feast or famine and sometimes the feast can move from too much pleasure to too much pain in a short amount of time. My clit gets so sensitive that all he has to do is rub it just the right way and I'm climaxing again. Sometimes it feels like one big climax, and other times they come in waves. Today was a wave day and I rode them out with lots of joy.

Part of the game is that I can climax repeatedly, but I'm not allowed to bring him off. It's not as easy as it sounds, but I accept the challenge.

Switching positions, he let me take a few pictures of him sucking my breasts and playing with them. By now, I'm so excited I can't think straight. It's a good thing he's giving the orders.

Out comes a blindfold and I'm told to lay on my back with my head over the edge of the bed. He's standing in front of my upside down head and into my mouth goes his hard cock again. I reach behind him and hold his legs, playing with his firm tight ass and he has another surprise for me. This time, he's got my favorite little whip. It's a hand held flogger with lots of strands. The whole thing isn't any longer than his forearm, but it stings nicely.

Down it comes on my breasts and I'm oomphing around his cock, sucking and teasing him while he's slashing at me. With another command, my legs are open and then he starts slashing at my inner thighs, my clit and my pussy. The whip stings, but it feels good and before long, I'm ready to scream for mercy. Not that he stop, no, not that kind of mercy. I want to beg him to do something to get me off!

(Did I mention before that denial makes me cranky? It's a good thing he enjoys making me come repeatedly, cause I don't think I could handle any of the denial subby tasks.)

T stops long enough to take of few pictures of his cock in my mouth then brings out the toys again. I'm so sensitive that all I want are his fingers, but he likes to play with the hard, unyielding glass and plastic, so that's what I get. After a short time, I'm squealing around his cock, because he's sent me over the edge again and he tells me to hold my breasts.

He stands up, puts his cock between them and I hear the camera clicking. At least, I think I do, cause I'm so far go into subspace that it takes me awhile to register his next command. "Hands and knees, butt facing me!"

It's a great position. I'm backing up to the edge of the bed, he's widening my legs and fingering my anus and my clit. I'm pretty sure there were lots of sounds coming out of my mouth, like "good, more, yes, and thank you." He put his hand on my back, to push my head down and I'm still mumbling incoherently.

Deciding I was a bit too noisy, he handed me the glass dildo and said, "Put this in your mouth."

I turned sideways a bit so he could see me sucking and licking it as if it was him. After he praised me, he inserted the small vibrator into my ass and his cock into my pussy. I was squirming all over the place and he just stayed still, waiting until I calmed down before he thrust into me with nice slow thrusts.

The whole time, I was supposed to keep licking and sucking the glass toy, which tasted like me. I did it, but it was so hard to concentrate on my task, when I wanted to concentrate on my pussy.

When he neared his own climax, he pulled out the vibrator and pounded into me. I was clutching the toy with one hand, grabbing the sheets with the other and he pushed us both into a beautiful climax. Finally the blindfold came off. :-) Lots of gentle cuddling occurred shortly thereafter.

Not sure if I'll be brave enough to post the pictures, but taking them was sure fun!

A big thank you goes to Kats and Barton for your great pics in the personal photography section and to Sir Chuck for teasing me last night in a good way. Another big thank you to all my friends in the forum who inspire me with your stories and the sharing of your adventures. You know who you are.

Taking them is always most of the fun Ruby. A great escapade, thank you for sharing it with us.

Thank you, Barton. (Give Kats a big squeezie for me.)

Oh Ruby, I am so excited by your Nooner, I can't even believe it. While I was reading it and you spoke about T, I had to check it twice, I was so involved in the story as if I was there, it made me look twice.

Thanks for sharing, and Master T sounds yummy.

The other
T

Ps, maybe I should change my signature to WB, so we don't get confused, or at least I don't.

I love this thread...thank you for creating it Katmandu!...hopefully I can post something here sometime soon
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Ruby!! Thanks so much for recounting that tale, it's really hot and beautifully told. i envy you, i am so crap at being remotely graphic in recounting my sex/DS life, so, big respect!

And, i know what you mean about sucking anything that 'tastes of yourself'! :o :yuck:

sl x

This is a great idea Kat........
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When I have one I most certanly will post it......

Another post of Kats' hot pics today in the photo section, she has this hot little thread going, I might have to start a fan club!

Kats (and Barton) - thanks again for showing us how to have fun. When I first read this thread, I didn't have a username. Kats adventure go me so hot and bothered. Re-reading it does the same thing everytime. Encore beautiful woman, encore!

T - AKA WB - Reading that post again gave me the giggles. It must have been hard not to get mixed up. Master T is indeed yummy and the inspiration for many of my fictional characters. So does the T stand for tease, tittilating, tigress? My man's T stands for Tiger. You don't have to change your name for me. I'll be better about calling him by his full nickname.

Sl - You envy me? No way! I love reading your posts and your partners posts about what you've been up to. I'm just not brave enough to have a thread documenting my ongong sexcapades. I'd rather write about my virtual self, but was so excited I couldn't resist.

TaintedJohn - When you said, "I'm about to relate I realized that trying something new in BDSM and not liking it is not always the most disturbing. It is trying something and liking it." - That really struck me. Talk about true. Our rational minds says - ewe gross - and some part of us say, we'll maybe not, I'd do that again. So what have you been up to?

Who's next? Horny and inquiring minds want to know what the rest of you have been up to in real-life.

Ruby! You old she-dog in heat! Wonderful time,eh? Thankyou-thank-you-thank-you for sharing! Tainted John, MANY thanks to you also! We definitely need more participating men (especially the subs!) in these Forums!

Like Ruby said, these are to promote confidence in others. We are all about sharing our lifestyle with each other in here. The reason I started this thread, was so I could learn from others. This, is a great concept.....teaching and learning....it's what I definitely need to be able to have the confidence to live this type of life! :bondbud:

wow, sure sounds like someone on this forum are enjoying themselves :)

Well everyone, I was going to start a new thread for this bit of news, but decided to stick it in here instead:

Master Barton and I are traveling across the state today to northern FLorida, to look at some land.
We put a hefty down payment on a 10-acre lot of heavy woodland in an agricultural zone.
Wish us luck! If we can pull this purchase off.......

What WONDERFUL stories we might be able to post in here after we aquire our own private woods!!!!!!! ;)

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What WONDERFUL stories we might be able to post in here after we aquire our own private woods!!!!!!! ;)

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WARNING!

Look for giant truck tire tracks!

My father owned some land in... oh, damn, I forget the name of the city, but I think it was west of Green Cove Springs... and we had to booby trap it to keep trucks from crashing through our gate and crushing trees!

* picturing Kat tied to a tree, naked, blindfolded, as Barton attends to her, when all of a sudden, a monster truck comes rolling out of the woods... *

Luckily the land was timberland and the trees are rather large. Invading hunters however may be a problem. Poor Kats, discovered by a group of hunters while tied to a tree. :p
We'd have to publish that story! :p

It was a "friends with benefits" type of arrangement and he would always mention how much he loved to please me. So after talking on the phone, I said "I am coming over and be prepared to please me"

After the initial hello, as soon as we walked into the bedroom I told him to strip off his clothes. Then I told him to kneel, face the bed and keep his hands on the bed until I returned. As soon as I left the room, I could hear movement so I reminded him he was not to move. About 5 or 10 minutes later I came back (I didn't really know what to do, just wanted him to wait a little! Grabbed some wine, peed, looked out the window, sat on a couch thinking what am I going to do to make the time pass???!)

When I came back in, I had him face me and took a silk scarf to tie around as a blindfold.

I told him to get on all fours on the bed as he was going to be spanked. I proceeded to make his back end a cherry red color with my hand (background- I'm 5' tall and a little one, he 5'10, 175'ish, military man :D ) Although my hand was hurting, there were plenty more spankings incurred. He took it quite well too. I was definitely causing pain. He never trimmed his nether regions (I had for him once before- he was unruly down there!) and I had all too good of an angle. So I reached in my bag-oh-tricks and took out a pair of hair cutting scissors I brought in anticipation of him not being trimmed. I asked him why he was not presented as I liked him, and there was a sigh. I stroked the scissors down his back, through the middle of his ass, slowly crossing over his opening (which scared him and I reminded him I would never do anything that would actually damage or harm him) I told him to remain very still because he was getting a hair cut and I did not want to ever have to remind him again. So I trimmed up behind the balls and would even reach around to cut the front- reminding him one small movement would not be good! Then I had him roll over and finished up the front.

I was being sweet, telling him how good he did and seductively told him to open his mouth (he's still blindfolded) What does anyone with a fist full of pubic hair do? I made it into a ball so there wouldn't be too many strays and I put it on his tongue. That of course resulted in a reaction of him spitting out any remaining hairs :yuck: Reminded him of course that I felt this was a good way of teaching him to maintain, just as much as he doesn't appreciate a mouth full of pubic hair when going down on me! He concurred.

I then offered him something better to eat and after making him beg a little, allowed him to pleasure me while riding his face. Mind you, I was dripping wet and aching to have his tongue down there.

After that, I took out a dildo I had brought (while spanking him, I presented the idea that I was going to strap one on... he responded meekly- I hope it's not too big? I never did- was just testing the waters) and forced him to his knees on the floor, while my nether regions rested on the edge of the bed. I kept equating the dildo to his cock, and how much he wanted to be where the dildo was. He tried to remove the blindfold as he wanted to watch, but I wouldn't allow him.

After a while, he couldn't take it anymore, ripped off his blindfold and kept doing what he was doing oh so well. We proceeded to have a great time, I rode him for a little and refused him to cum (which he does quickly when I'm on top) and before I knew it, I was on all fours getting a hardcore fucking...

~orchid

orchidsoul,

Thank you so much for sharing. Loved your style and how you handled your partner.

* yuck on the hair in mouth - but what a reminder! *

Loved the ending -- hardcore fucking -- great wording. ;)

Looking forward to your next adventure(s),

Ruby

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Originally Posted by Ruby

Sl - You envy me? No way! I love reading your posts and your partners posts about what you've been up to. I'm just not brave enough to have a thread documenting my ongong sexcapades. I'd rather write about my virtual self, but was so excited I couldn't resist.

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Ah, but i don't write them up, he does...i just sit and blush a long and want to curl up in a little ball with embarrassment (although, feel all happy that he's proud ;) )....but you wrote your own (and SO well)so..YEAH, envy you!!

sl

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Originally Posted by Katmandu

Master Barton and I are traveling across the state today to northern FLorida, to look at some land.
We put a hefty down payment on a 10-acre lot of heavy woodland in an agricultural zone.
Wish us luck! If we can pull this purchase off.......

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I'm a little confused. you're looking, but already put on a downpayment, yet still hope to buy it? :confused:

I am creativly financing the deal. When you do that it sometimes takes a little while to pull the deal off. Also if we do not like the property we can cancel the deal.

As it turns out the property will be the perfect playground for us. We liked what we saw and are proceeding with the deal. It should be ours soon!

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Originally Posted by Ruby

orchidsoul,

Thank you so much for sharing. Loved your style and how you handled your partner.

* yuck on the hair in mouth - but what a reminder! *

Loved the ending -- hardcore fucking -- great wording. ;)

Looking forward to your next adventure(s),

Ruby

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Thank you so much Ruby. I love this thread and the sharing of everyones experiences. Hopefully the next one I'll be able to share is more along the lines of your hot encounter :)

Thanks for sharing your sessions ladies. I'm getting some interesting ideas from this thread.

While I have no real life stories of my own being a 24 year old virgin - I just wanted to express how much I appreciate reading these stories so I can live vicariously through you and not feel guilty. And I will one day have a very happy Master from all I am learning from this site. Thanks again.

I finally had my first caning the other day. Since, being the pain-slut that I am, I had always been curious about that type of pain, so Master finally decided to let me try it...

First I was instructed to take a warm, relaxing, hot shower. Before I completely finished, Master B. came into the bathroom and secured my wrists with cuffs, and clipping the 2 together, attached a rope to them and strung my arms up overhead to a hook we have in the shower ceiling.
(It's a LARGE red hook, and we have one in the bedroom ceiling, also. Like people can't guess what they're for! :eek: I HATE them!)

First He put a blindfold over my eyes, and a ball gag in my mouth to stifle the noise. You always know you're in trouble when that gag comes out. Not that it really stifles much sound, though. (We really need a thread about 'silencers' ...)He kept the water running to also mask my screams. I knew it was going to be something severe, then!

I had been severely paddled the previous day, so my butt was still tender. We had also started a several-day-long tit torture session the previous night, so my sensitive parts were already...well, um, sensitive.

Master started out slow, having me face away from Him, as he struck my behind with a long cane pole we found at an art/ craft store. He struck me rapidly, and repeatedly on one cheek, then the other. His strokes weren't that hard, but enough! Especially since He continued at it for awhile. Every once in a while, He would come forth with a more severe swing, then stop for a few seconds while the pain sunk in.

When my cheeks were a bit raw and rosy, He bade me turn around, so He could come from a different direction. Now, my thighs were getting whapped. After ordering me to turn again, my inner thighs were His target! This was beyound pain! To tone it down some, Master tapped my breasts with the cane. (My breasts aren't that sensitive, normally, so YES!, that was toning it down.)

One thing about caning, the pain comes, stays awhile, then fades to nothing. Sure, the welts are sensitive to the touch, but even they fade within a few hours. I realize that Master Barton wasn't hitting all that hard, being as it was his first try at this also.

This continued, with me turning on command, squirming and squealing (I may be a pain-slut, but I'm a BIG baby while going through it! :dunno: HeeHee) until either He thought I was done, or He was tired. I'm not sure which. After letting me down and turning off the water, Master had me stand bent over the sink while he proceeded to paddle my backside. I guess that was so the pain would sink in and stay with me awhile. However, this made me angry, and I made the mistake of glaring at Him! Nothing pisses him off more than that!

Next thing I knew, I was tied to the foot of my bed, bent slightly backwards. That is the one thing I cannot stand, for I always imagine that I can't breath. THAT, is my biggest fear. (By the way, pictures of this are posted in the picture Forum) After leaving me in that position until I was a quivering, blubbering, contrite, submissive, wreck, Master B. let me loose, with the admonition that I need and beg him to try harsher things, and I should accept what we do without anger at him, and resentment for being the sub. (This is also something I have been fighting lately, which is why we decided it was time to step up my submissive training.....to help me learn to keep the proper frame of mind.)

Well, of course, TLC ensued at that point, and we went to bed, me handcuffed to the headboard, stretched out so Master could lay next to me and tenderly cuddle with me throughout the night..... :D

you are really summin, Kats. :D

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Originally Posted by Katmandu

(This is also something I have been fighting lately, which is why we decided it was time to step up my submissive training.....to help me learn to keep the proper frame of mind.)

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Just out of curiosity, do you find that it's working at all?

Cuz i was wondering if the mindset is something you have, or something you can keep. if you know what i mean.

NO! I'm not sure where the submissive desire comes from. I've been extremely dominant all my life. A "pushy" broad, so to say. All I know, is that :

1) Master Barton is definitely 'more man than me'. (I've always been so agressive, that I swore I wouldn't be with a man other than for a quick lay until I found one 'more man than me') :smackbum:

2) I really get off on both pain, and having all 'control' of myself being taken away and used by someone else. :D

3) My mental state, being as I've agreed to be His sub, is something I have to constantly fight. (I instinctively try to dominate in an adverse situation) :-[

4) As such, I need constant reminders of who I am (His slave), and my position in our life together (His submissive). :help:

5) HeeHee, As "strong" as I am as a person, I'm obviously very weak when it comes to maintaining my (submissive) status in life. :dunno:

Kat,

I love your experience and now it puts together the pictures Barton posted, I could feel how the whole scene was put together.

I feel like that is what I am looking for also. a "more man than me" I always thought I had to be aggressive, better, smarter and tougher to prove I am a strong woman with desires but that I can also submit. It just goes to show, that I might be right and continue to search to be all of it wrapped in a nice package, and will be able to serve as you do, with the reminders of who's "more man than me"

Thanks for sharing
T

Last night I went to the clubhouse for the Saturday night play party -- as I usually do. I've been a member of this group for a little over a month now, and I've been going and watching people play, and socializing, and having a really good time. But you know, watching is one thing .......... and I wanted to play.

There's one lady who is one of the core members of the group. I've watched her play with probably a dozen people, and I decided that I wanted her to give me my first flogging. So when we were in the kitchen last night and she looked at me and said "you're not playing", instead of smiling and making an excuse I said "Are you busy?"

*grin*

So we went back out to the main room of the dungeon, and I stripped down (to my thong! IN FRONT OF A BUNCH OF PEOPLE! Yay me) and she got out her suspension cuffs and I got my arms clipped in to the St. Andrews' Cross. The thing about D is, that's kind of her corner of the dungeon and when she plays, it's front and center. So here I am, practically naked, head resting in the x of the cross, arms up, and I start giggling.

She rubbed my back a little bit, and told me what she was going to be using ..... though, sorry folks I forgot the first toy she hit me with. But she would get a few gentle strokes in, and wait til I'd just gotten relaxed, then WHACK! WHACK! and I'd jump and squirm a little .... then she'd go back to lighter strokes, or come up and rub the area she'd just hit. I remember focusing on keeping my head down and BREATHING. Breathe breathe breathe. Of course, on those big whacks it was easier to remember because I would gasp in hard. *chuckle*

After a few minutes with the first toy, she changed to a Dragon's Tongue. She was talking to me, telling me about each toy and what it could do -- and then she showed me! :D The dragon's tongue was neat because it stung a little bit more than the first one, and I liked feeling the way different types of leather hit.

After a while with the Dragon's Tongue she changed again to a kangaroo cat, and oh I think that was my favorite. By this point, she was making nice criss cross v's across my shoulders and I was gasping a lot but enjoying every second of it. stroke.....stroke...... POP! POP! Very yummy stuff.

After she got my shoulders and upper back nice and red with the cat, she switched to what we call the evil bunny flogger. It's just soft rabbit fur, and it felt sooooooooooooooooo nice after the cat. Just soft and snuggly, almost like being hugged. I could tell by the sound that she was taking big full arm swings with it, but it isn't something that can really hurt even like that.

She and a friend took me down from the cross, and I guess it was about 15-20 minutes overall maybe that I was up there. But when I sat down, I noticed that I was pretty well gone and slurring. The only time I've ever slurred like that was after really really good sex........ LOL! So she sat me down and snuggled me a little bit, and had someone bring me some water and let me come back to the world. Then before I got completely dressed, she suggested I go out to the ladies' room and look at my back, so I went out to the front entrance (topless!) and looked ................. mmm pretty red. Nice x marks.

Anyway I cleaned off the cross and got dressed and got a snack after. I am so proud of myself for stepping up! My shoulders are still warm this morning, and I'm still in a happy bouncy mood. *giggle*

:cool: Kind of tame compared to others, I suppose, but WONDERFUL for me.

Not tame at all. In fact an involved scene. Thank you for sharing it with us.