Yesterday.... yesterday was fun.
Ski mask as hood, tape over the eye holes, ear plugs, ball gag. I have a love/hate relationship with that hood. It feels objectifying and dehumanizing, and makes me very hot. I had almost all my senses cut off or limited, except for touch. and with a collar around my throat and the ski mask pressing slightly on my nose I was very aware of how vulnerable a position it was.
Then it got even better. out came the rope, and the locking cuffs. Tied to a chair, hands behind me, legs spread open, breasts bound, almost completely unable to move. Oh, and the rope running from the back of the collar down to my ankles meant I couldn't move my head without applying pressure to my throat.
My charming sadistic bastard of a boyfriend then proceeded to spend the next hour applying unpredictable doses of cane, belt, and soft kisses on any patch of skin he could get at. At times he'd just leave me sitting there without touching me. Needless to say, I was bruised, whimpering, and more than just a little bit wet.
Then, more fun! I discovered that orgasms whilst one is pushing against something around one's neck leads to good feelings and very strong orgasms indeed. Although after the first couple he took off the collar, which meant that I didn't have anything holding me back from thrashing about as much as I desired. And then boom! orgasm 4 or 5 I squirted. First time ever, no G-spot, this was purely clit. Not a big squirt, but pretty unmistakable for what it was.
