S.R.I.'s: The "Sexual Related Injury."

[DowntownAmber]

Have you ever sprained an ankle slipping while having sex in the shower? Accidentally knocked your sub's head into the doorjamb while carrying her into the bedroom for a romantic interlude? Fallen off the bed and landed on a pair of recently removed stillettos?

Yes, sometimes accidents happen and sometimes they are none to graceful. The "after effects," whether they be a simple abrasion or something that requires a trip to the E.R., can often be even more awkward than the actual event. Master and I have coined a term for these mishaps: The S.R.I. (Sexual Related Injury).

So, forum posters, let's have a little fun and chime in with our own S.R.I. adventures. If there's enough interest, I'll talk J-Go into sharing the "black eye incident..." *weg*

[jeanne]

I'll share! (I hope He doesn't mind )

One day, playing, He grabbed my hair and bent me over a table, face down. This was the first time He'd ever done that, and I learned a very valuable lesson.

Cue wise old Chinese man accent:
"When face meeting table, turn head."

I had a nice fat lip for a few days, and a Dom with guilty feelings. The fat lip was the least of my worries.

[DOMLORD]

ah yes, let the urban legends fly!
where shall i start? they no longer put fans that chop up dust in the hoses of vacuum cleaners because a mon mangled himself tring to get off.

a man and woman on their first date go to a romantic restraunt. she is completely flatered and decides to go under the table to blow him. unfortunately she is prone to seizures (not mentioning it of course) and has one. what's he supposed to do? his man hood is about to meat the jaws of death here, so he stabs her with a fork in the head. latter in teh E.R. they lay side by side she wakes up with a fork in her head and him staring at her holding his chrouch.

i also heard about the 15 year old boy whose brother in the navy told him that some Arabic guy he met over seas told him about the greatest way to get off. if you slide a narrow piece of any smothe, stiff material down your boner then its amazing. the brother writes back to his sibling. well one day this kid is kind of stoned and decides to try this. he looks around for something to use and breaks off a bead of dripping wax, rolling it smothe with the thumb and index finger of one hand and masturbating with the other, as he puffs on his joint. finally it is smothe enough, his dick is hard enough and he puts out his joint. he slides the wax down and continues rubbing his meat. finally he gets off and it is amazing. now to remove the wax. but its no longer there. its slid in all the way. well its only wax right? he'll just piss it out when it melts. 30 minutes till dinner. 3 hours later he is writhing in pain. when the x-rays come back there is a v shaped object in his bladder. its too big and oddly shaped to be a kidney stone. he has to tell his parents. they use the $10,000 in his college fund to pay for his operation and hospital stay.

[cadence]

Not that mine was any super medical emergency, but at the time it happened I did cry.

I don't really enjoy sticking things up my hoo hoo, and I tend to try and avoid sticking small items that can get lost up there.

It started with baby carrots, as many as I could get and well I had to dig some of them out with a spoon. I wasn't really happy about that.

The next time I had to cut up hot peppers and then use a dildo at the same time. While it did get a bit hot, I wasn't in any great danger of burning anything off. But when it came time to get the peppers out, and yes I counted how many slices I put in there, I lost four of them.
I could feel them, but every time I tried to dig them out, I kept pushing them up further.
I tried to pee them out, ya right.
They were gone and were too small for even a spoon. I started to panic, I didn't want to leave any food lost in la la land.

It had only been fifteen minutes but I was crying and cursing him for making me put something inside me that was now lost, and what the hell was I going to do now?

He told me to get my enema bag and douche it out. Why I didn't even think of that was beyond me.
Probably because I have never douched before. Of course they came out in a jiffy.

So not really an emergency, but something I felt stupid about cursing him for. And felt even dumber for crying and worrying so much.

[Ozme52]

Yeah, she never let me push her head onto the mattress without a little resistance... or turning her head... so the first time I pushed her over a table... and I didn't push all that hard, but I think she liked the manhandling and just submitted to it... and bam...

Fortunately it wasn't the kind of injury that was obvious except to the girl with the bruised lip.

[Ozme52]

I've been stepped on by CFM pumps... lots of foot-pounds of pressure in such a tiny area.

[Leigh]

The only one that comes to mind is one about 10 years when Master (who is about 6'1" 180 lbs and me 5'1" all of 95 lbs) misjudged the distance to the end of the bed and both of us ended up on the floor with him landing on top of me and me in the Er with a fractured elbow

[DowntownAmber]

*hehehe* My goodness this is a fun thread to keep up on! All sorts of bumps and bruises!

I do have a question though -- what are "CFM pumps?" Oz?

[DowntownAmber]

Okay, I dunno quite why I had one single response repeat itself three times, but there you go... Continue on thread!

[DowntownAmber]

*hehehe* My goodness this is a fun thread to keep up on! All sorts of bumps and bruises!

I do have a question though -- what are "CFM pumps?" Oz?

[His_blizzard]

*hehehe* My goodness this is a fun thread to keep up on! All sorts of bumps and bruises!

I do have a question though -- what are "CFM pumps?" Oz?

I think it means "come fuck me" pumps, no?

[DowntownAmber]

I think it means "come fuck me" pumps, no?

Ahhh... Methinks you are right...

Though this is nowhere near as funny as the black eye story I am waiting on permission to post, I just realized yesterday that I have a rather large bruise on the top of my foot. I wondered about it for awhile before it dawned on me: if you're going to use weighted nipple clamps, make sure that 1) they're fastened securely, and 2) if they aren't, be savvy enough to move your foot out of the way when gravity gets ahold of said nipple weight. Yeah, I know they're supposed to hurt but that was a little out of line... *hehehe*

[WyldWyl]

well, there was the time a sudden rough thrust from my co-sexulator did bash my head into the wall behind the bed pretty hard. But that's pretty tame, and a habitual risk of anyone who does it doggy-style anyway. Now I'm always careful to get a pillow between head and wall/bedhead, though. Ouch.

Not exactly sex related, but a post-afterglow story. I'd decided to get up to take a pee, and found as i stood up that my foot had fallen asleep, causing me to lose my balance and fall. Onto the handle of the cane. Leaving a large bruise on my stomach. That one hurt and was a little difficult to explain.

Great thread!

[DowntownAmber]

By request of the friendly folks in chat... *glances over at GreyJack* ...I am posting the tale of "The Subbie That Blackened Her Dom's Eye And Got Away With It!"

Picture, if you will, a cozy living room setting. Evening, so the lights are dim and all is quiet. A cricket chirps somewhere in the distance...

The silence is suddenly broken as the front door flies open and a couple in the impatient first stages of undress burts into the room. A little blonde with curly hair is pulling at the buttons of her dark haired and handsome companion's dress shirt. Passions uninhibited but motor skills impaired by rather more than a few straight bourbons, the blonde loses patience with the buttons and goes stright for her lover's belt, whipping it off and snapping at him playfully with it. He fixes her with a look that clearly states, "do you really think that's such a good idea?" The look is playful, but there is underlying menace in the humor of the dark eyed man. Bold this evening, the curly haired trouble-maker tests the limits of her luck again with another playful snap. Her lover, ever calm in the face of her spirited outbursts, slowly finishes opening the buttons she started on his shirt. Then, even more slowly, unfastens the buttons to his dress slacks...then...slides his zipper down...ever...so...slowly...

This now has the attention of the little blonde subbie. She is engrossed in that...slowly...descending...zipper... When all of a sudden her Dom makes his move, lunging for her, snatching his belt and whipping her around! He pulls off her shirt, flicks off her bra and flings both items across the room. Pinning her wrists at the small of her back with one hand, grabbing the waistband of her skirt with the other, he forces her to the sofa and throws her onto the cushions! She struggles, but the determined Dom is not to be dissuaded! He takes a handful of curls in one hand and forces her face into the pillows, with his other he throws her skirt up over her ass and begins to redden her ass with a spanking from the belt she was so bold as to threaten him with! With no panties of which to speak and only thigh high nylons, the poor subbie's ass is fully exposed to this wicked assault, and soon she is crying and begging for quarter...

Being a generous Dom, the dark haired Master leans over and whispers into his prostrate sub's ear, "it is a little harder to wield this belt when I'm inside of you..." Spunky but not stupid, the curly haired girl repents her upstart ways and begs in earnest, "fuck me Master, PLEASE PLEASE fuck me!" Her Master grants her request and, holding her back to his chest, begins to thrust in and out of his eager sub.

In the midst of the mad tangle of passionate lovemaking, the handsome Dom grabs and gives his sub's nipple a twist. Over stimulateed and high on endorphins, she squeals and arches her back in pleasure, jerking her head up as he thrusts down and...CRACK.

There is a split second pause as the curly haired instigator wonders what exactly the back of her skulll has just come in contact with. "Don't stop, don't stop!" her Dom commands, pulling her back into the pleasure of the moment and she is ridden to a blinding orgasm just mere seconds before her Dom explodes inside of her with a primal scream before collapsing onto her back.

The two lie there, alowing their breathing to return to normal, their heart rates to slow, basking in the glow of unbridled passion. "Um, baby?" the handsome Dom finally says, "you might not wanna turn around." Of course, this causes her to turn immediately in alarm. What she sees is a mouse sized knot that has formed above her beloved's eye, and is getting bigger by the second. She stares in horror, trying very very very hard NOT to laugh. He is, after all, still clutching the belt in one hand.

"Um," she offers, "it's not so bad? It might not turn into a shiner? I think I have to go home now."

Subbie hope springs eternal, but we also know when to get the Hell outta' Dodge... *hehehe*

Just in case you were not aware, the characters portrayed in this story are indeed my beloved Master J-Go and myself. I recived a short and somewhat curt call from J the following morning, simply stating, "come over here. I have something to show you." I tried to say I had to go to work, but He was having none of it and demanded I appear, which I did. He opened his front door, and there was my handsome Dom with the most perfect purple shiner I have ever seen in my life. He couldn't have crafted a prettier one with eye shadow and a liner pencil. It looked like garish violet drag makeup on just one eye.

I will let J fill in how He explained said black eye to friends and co-workers. All I'll say is that I think some of them are still a little scared of me...

[gemmy]

By request of the friendly folks in chat... *glances over at GreyJack* ...I am posting the tale of "The Subbie That Blackened Her Dom's Eye And Got Away With It!"

Picture, if you will, a cozy living room setting. Evening, so the lights are dim and all is quiet. A cricket chirps somewhere in the distance...

The silence is suddenly broken as the front door flies open and a couple in the impatient first stages of undress burts into the room. A little blonde with curly hair is pulling at the buttons of her dark haired and handsome companion's dress shirt. Passions uninhibited but motor skills impaired by rather more than a few straight bourbons, the blonde loses patience with the buttons and goes stright for her lover's belt, whipping it off and snapping at him playfully with it. He fixes her with a look that clearly states, "do you really think that's such a good idea?" The look is playful, but there is underlying menace in the humor of the dark eyed man. Bold this evening, the curly haired trouble-maker tests the limits of her luck again with another playful snap. Her lover, ever calm in the face of her spirited outbursts, slowly finishes opening the buttons she started on his shirt. Then, even more slowly, unfastens the buttons to his dress slacks...then...slides his zipper down...ever...so...slowly...

This now has the attention of the little blonde subbie. She is engrossed in that...slowly...descending...zipper... When all of a sudden her Dom makes his move, lunging for her, snatching his belt and whipping her around! He pulls off her shirt, flicks off her bra and flings both items across the room. Pinning her wrists at the small of her back with one hand, grabbing the waistband of her skirt with the other, he forces her to the sofa and throws her onto the cushions! She struggles, but the determined Dom is not to be dissuaded! He takes a handful of curls in one hand and forces her face into the pillows, with his other he throws her skirt up over her ass and begins to redden her ass with a spanking from the belt she was so bold as to threaten him with! With no panties of which to speak and only thigh high nylons, the poor subbie's ass is fully exposed to this wicked assault, and soon she is crying and begging for quarter...

Being a generous Dom, the dark haired Master leans over and whispers into his prostrate sub's ear, "it is a little harder to wield this belt when I'm inside of you..." Spunky but not stupid, the curly haired girl repents her upstart ways and begs in earnest, "fuck me Master, PLEASE PLEASE fuck me!" Her Master grants her request and, holding her back to his chest, begins to thrust in and out of his eager sub.

In the midst of the mad tangle of passionate lovemaking, the handsome Dom grabs and gives his sub's nipple a twist. Over stimulateed and high on endorphins, she squeals and arches her back in pleasure, jerking her head up as he thrusts down and...CRACK.

There is a split second pause as the curly haired instigator wonders what exactly the back of her skulll has just come in contact with. "Don't stop, don't stop!" her Dom commands, pulling her back into the pleasure of the moment and she is ridden to a blinding orgasm just mere seconds before her Dom explodes inside of her with a primal scream before collapsing onto her back.

The two lie there, alowing their breathing to return to normal, their heart rates to slow, basking in the glow of unbridled passion. "Um, baby?" the handsome Dom finally says, "you might not wanna turn around." Of course, this causes her to turn immediately in alarm. What she sees is a mouse sized knot that has formed above her beloved's eye, and is getting bigger by the second. She stares in horror, trying very very very hard NOT to laugh. He is, after all, still clutching the belt in one hand.

"Um," she offers, "it's not so bad? It might not turn into a shiner? I think I have to go home now."

Subbie hope springs eternal, but we also know when to get the Hell outta' Dodge... *hehehe*

Just in case you were not aware, the characters portrayed in this story are indeed my beloved Master J-Go and myself. I recived a short and somewhat curt call from J the following morning, simply stating, "come over here. I have something to show you." I tried to say I had to go to work, but He was having none of it and demanded I appear, which I did. He opened his front door, and there was my handsome Dom with the most perfect purple shiner I have ever seen in my life. He couldn't have crafted a prettier one with eye shadow and a liner pencil. It looked like garish violet drag makeup on just one eye.

I will let J fill in how He explained said black eye to friends and co-workers. All I'll say is that I think some of them are still a little scared of me...

LMAO Amber hun, that was a great telling hehe

I wish I had a story to add but alas am just boring I guess *giggles*

[J-Go]

By request of the friendly folks in chat... *glances over at GreyJack* ...I am posting the tale of "The Subbie That Blackened Her Dom's Eye And Got Away With It!"

I’m glad to see my dear Pet is so susceptible to peer-pressure! I will deal with that bit of discipline later…weg!

Colliding heads during doggie style sex is indeed an area for greave concern…I’m considering getting a warning label with one of those little stick figure depictions tattooed to DTA’s ass!

I have been involved in some fighting arts in my life and have taken some shots to the eye, so when a black eye is coming I know it! When I pushed down for a good aggressive thrust and DAT threw her head back the impact left me knowing “oh that’s going to leave a mark!” It’s an interesting dichotomy building to orgasm and seeing a mouse raise over the top of your eye. One of the thoughts to go through my mind was to retreat to my corner imploring “Cut me Mick…cut me!” That of course was outweighed by the ensuing orgasm.

I would like to make a minor correction to the story…she did laugh when she saw it! She laughed he ever loving ass off. In fact it was a good ten minutes before we could get off the floor we were laughing so hard.

I thought of several excuses to give people, ranging from protecting myself from a gang of street thugs to getting drunk and hitting my head on the bar but finally settled on DTA and I smacked heads and let them ask the questions.

[gemmy]

I’m glad to see my dear Pet is so susceptible to peer-pressure! I will deal with that bit of discipline later…weg!

Colliding heads during doggie style sex is indeed an area for greave concern…I’m considering getting a warning label with one of those little stick figure depictions tattooed to DTA’s ass!

I have been involved in some fighting arts in my life and have taken some shots to the eye, so when a black eye is coming I know it! When I pushed down for a good aggressive thrust and DAT threw her head back the impact left me knowing “oh that’s going to leave a mark!” It’s an interesting dichotomy building to orgasm and seeing a mouse raise over the top of your eye. One of the thoughts to go through my mind was to retreat to my corner imploring “Cut me Mick…cut me!” That of course was outweighed by the ensuing orgasm.

I would like to make a minor correction to the story…she did laugh when she saw it! She laughed he ever loving ass off. In fact it was a good ten minutes before we could get off the floor we were laughing so hard.

I thought of several excuses to give people, ranging from protecting myself from a gang of street thugs to getting drunk and hitting my head on the bar but finally settled on DTA and I smacked heads and let them ask the questions.

hehehe too funny and I can't say I would have been any more sensitive about not laughing my butt off at the incident as well *giggles madly*

[tydnchaynz{NSXX}]

I’m glad to see my dear Pet is so susceptible to peer-pressure! I will deal with that bit of discipline later…weg!

Colliding heads during doggie style sex is indeed an area for greave concern…I’m considering getting a warning label with one of those little stick figure depictions tattooed to DTA’s ass!

I have been involved in some fighting arts in my life and have taken some shots to the eye, so when a black eye is coming I know it! When I pushed down for a good aggressive thrust and DAT threw her head back the impact left me knowing “oh that’s going to leave a mark!” It’s an interesting dichotomy building to orgasm and seeing a mouse raise over the top of your eye. One of the thoughts to go through my mind was to retreat to my corner imploring “Cut me Mick…cut me!” That of course was outweighed by the ensuing orgasm.

I would like to make a minor correction to the story…she did laugh when she saw it! She laughed he ever loving ass off. In fact it was a good ten minutes before we could get off the floor we were laughing so hard.

I thought of several excuses to give people, ranging from protecting myself from a gang of street thugs to getting drunk and hitting my head on the bar but finally settled on DTA and I smacked heads and let them ask the questions.

oh lord......this is toooooooooo funny!! Thanks Amber and J-Go for brightening my day!!!!

[suchaminx]

Amber - laughing so hard

Thank you so much for sharing. Like mgem I don't have a story......maybe one day!! but I am loving this thread

~hugs~

minxy xx

[Warbaby1943]

Great story Amber, thanks.

[Dragon's muse]

Sort of a SRI.

The scene: Out for a black tie charity fundraiser with a remote control vibrating egg inside me snatch -- remote control for this egg was in Dragon's pocket.

In the course of the evening, i was getting off a barstool (i'm 4'11 so it is a bit of a gap to the floor) and suddenly the egg starts up at maximum speed. Foot slips off the rung of the barstool, i crumple to the floor in a quivering heap. Hit my head on the bar rail requiring 6 stitches and breaking my collar bone. There was also damage to my reputation (and my pride), since i had to overcome the notion that i got falling down drunk in public.

No injury involved, but holding a small subbie face down on a memory foam mattress can lead to some unintentional breath play.

[~faerie~]

LMAO......*wishes she had a story to tell... but sure one will come up eventually*

[Logic1]

Sad to tell I got no fun story to tell about S.R.Is. We have fallen off the bed but no injuries to report so no or well injuries arent exactly fun either .

love the thread though

[Guest020109]

this is sorta an SRI. When i first was learning how to deep throat i would have strong gag reflexes, so strong i thought i would vomit, when the urges comes i stop until i feel better. so my master tied my hand behind my back with his belt and i started to give him head. I started to feel like i was going to vomit and i was like yeah right, well i should have stopped cause i ended up running to the bathroom just in enough time to up chuck in the toilet. my hands were still tied and my master came in and held my hair back. i am glad we were the only ones home cause i am pretty sure i was in my undies. Now when i stop my master knows why and he does force me to keep going.

[DowntownAmber]

this is sorta an SRI. When i first was learning how to deep throat i would have strong gag reflexes, so strong i thought i would vomit, when the urges comes i stop until i feel better. so my master tied my hand behind my back with his belt and i started to give him head. I started to feel like i was going to vomit and i was like yeah right, well i should have stopped cause i ended up running to the bathroom just in enough time to up chuck in the toilet. my hands were still tied and my master came in and held my hair back. i am glad we were the only ones home cause i am pretty sure i was in my undies. Now when i stop my master knows why and he does force me to keep going.

Hmmm... I would say that counts on a matter of principle.

[Guest020109]

matter of principle? I laugh about it now.

[icey]

fun thread ...i was hoping more people would share.

ive had a couple, one time a large bruise on my head ...it was in the fridge at the time, Icehawk got carried away and accidently slammed the door forward lol

one was from hot wax, i know now about candles and temperatures etc but one time when i was only young i decided to try some of those little birthday cake ones,they felt fine during it was afterwards they left some very nasty blisters.

another was from one of those small bbq/ cooker lighters or whatever they are which produce a small flame,we'd used it a couple of times before and it was fine,but this particular time Icehawk had twisted some thin cable wire up (without the plastic) and attached it to my clit ring but for some reason it decided to throw a wobbly and instead of heating the wire the flame shot out totally missed the wire and hit my clit, it was tender for quite a while lol

[tydnchaynz{NSXX}]

now....for my S.R.I. *blushin' and laughin'*

First of all i can relate to the face into the headboard/wall. Doggy style does have it's own set of hazards to consider.

Also, there was the time the distance to the bed was misjudged, and when grabbed by my hair and shoved forward, my face came into contact with the footboard instead of the mattress and left me with a lovely shiner and a lip that women who pay for collagen injections would have killed for! Unfortunately, it did kill the moment as unconsciousness tends to do that *sighs and shrugs*

Great thread and i'm truly enjoying it!

[neitsyst2]

Makes a note for my new girl self to start thinking about just how far the distance IS from where I'm standing to the soft part of things. Giggles. You all are fabulous for sharing...it make is seem like makes are bound to happen and fun comes about regardless!

[DowntownAmber]

Heh heh heh, glad to see the thread coming to life again!

I'm surprised more people don't have something (even minor) to share. Clearly, I am quite uncoordinated! *g* Nowhere near as funny as the black eye, but amusing nevertheless, was the elevator incident. J and I left a party at my place to go grab a few pizzas. The elevator ride from the top floor on down to the street is a ten story journey. Clearly more than enough time to squeeze in some kissing and heavy petting, right?! Well, we got into the elevator, the door closed, and J attempted to shove me against the wall. I say "attempted" because I lost my balance when He shoved, tripped backwards, bounced my head of the wall and fell on my ass.

Oh yes, I am JUST THAT SEXY...

Envy our love, forum readers... *cracks up into hysterical giggling*