Let's really get to know each other!

[Katmandu]

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??!!

[erisv]

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!

[Katmandu]

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...

[erisv]

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

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

[Jones, Nikka]

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.

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.

[Lord Douche]

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

[GaryWilcox]

"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.

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

[Barton]

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

[red~vixen]

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

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.

[Speaker of life]

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

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?

[himind]

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.

I've done that to my girl a couple of times and I can tell you there's nothing better to get a girl in a compliant mood.....

[Darkgirl]

What can I say but.......
WOW!!!

All the contributions on this thread just inspire me soooooooooooooooo much.

Although I've only just started out with SIR, I will tell you a, sort of, first experience. What I mean is although I've fantisized about BDSM since very young, I never really did anything because I was always too ashamed of it.
It came about the same time that I was experiencing total hell. That year I was 24, seeing someone whom I thought I knew then stole my virginity.
My depression got worse and sometimes I would sleep continuesly for over a day but mainly I would or could not sleep at all.

I changed my job fast as 'that' person worked in the same place as me. Knowing I had to get out fast I took on a new job as.... wait for it!!!... Chat room assistant. I got thrown into the deep end. My first caller came from a man who wanted water sports and I told him that I wouldn't mind trying water skeing. He laughed his head off as you can imagine but I was quick to learn.

After about 4 months I realised I seemed to have a gift of nowing how some people (mainly men) felt in domination but I still hadn't heard of BDSM.
One night I talked to a man which he would only answer to as 'the doctor'. He sounded very intelligent and loved to play mind games. He started asking for me every night I was working and then he asked me 'whats your phone number?' Out of curriosity I gave him it though I was risking my job. He sounded much older, posibly in his 50's and very educated.

Two nights later on a few of my nights off he rang. We got talking and I felt I could tell him everything. I felt so strange yet comfortable telling him how I felt about myself. These thing were not good as one of them was of suicide.
He told me that I was normal to feel that I needed punishment and to help my road to recovery he would help but for one night only.
The next night 'the doctor' got me to have a few things ready...
candles, belt, wooden spoon, wooden pegs and some rope (washing line).
He rang as promised and explained that he was going to tell me to do certain things to myself but to imagine that he was the one guiding me and not my hand.
That night I flogged myself that hard I had cuts on my back and bruises on my arse. I had tied my legs tight, fucked both my holes, used the pegs on my nipples and dripped candle wax on everything. For two hours I proceeded in his control of his voice on the phone. It then went quiet. 'The doctor' spoke and said... 'there, don't you feel better? I will speek to you again at work but you must now sleep and tomorrow will be a brighter day.'

I had not slept so good in such a long time. Even though I had taken out every bit of anger and frustration on myself I really did feel better. I had cried very long that night and I hadn't done that when I was abused.

I wish now that I could have thanked him more as he never did call me at work again. He probably saved my life.


Please don't take this as sad but a revalation. And also to say sorry for my terrible spelling!!!c

[craftygirl]

I will tell you a, sort of, first experience. ......

I had not slept so good in such a long time. Even though I had taken out every bit of anger and frustration on myself I really did feel better. I had cried very long that night and I hadn't done that when I was abused.

I wish now that I could have thanked him more as he never did call me at work again. He probably saved my life.

Oh wow Darkgirl .......... !!!

*nugs* Thanks for sharing that with us! I'm deeply impressed.

[Katmandu]

Hmmmm, I'll never look at another 'doctor' the same way again, Darkgirl!
I'm sending out a mental "Thanks" to your mysterious caller, for without him, we would not be graced with your presence today!

[Ruby]

Please don't take this as sad but a revalation.

Darkgirl - sad? No, I was moved by your story, but not sad. In fact, I was relieved and gratified that such an experience could happen. The good doctor sounds like he was a guardian angel. A revalation, indeed. What an amazing turning point in your life as well as a thoughtful and thought provoking gift to share with us. Thank you.

And the comment about watersports - priceless. It reminded about the day I came home from the 8th grade and asked my Dad about "golden showers". Now Dad's pretty opened minded and knows a lot. His first answer was always a question - do you really want to know? - cause I had two friends who were always daring me to ask him stuff so they could get the answers. After he told me in graphic detail whatever I asked my response was usually "No way! That's gross!"

He confiscated one of my then hot books, because I asked him what "golden orbs" were and he asked me to use it in a sentence. After I read him the sentence, he decided he better "review" the book to make sure I should be reading it. It disappeared and took me a long time to find and finish. :-)

[Darkgirl]

Craftygirl- Thank you!!

Katmandu - What can I say? Now that you mention the way you look at doctors after my little reply makes me wonder, mmmm :Tasty:

wannabeXopsed - The only way that I can explain 'why' I did this without question and especially as I had not 'been' in any type of bdsm is mentally I was not stable and I knew this. Its like ECT, if your in a mental hospital (especially about 10-20 years ago) and diagnosed with depression they would send you for ECT - Electrical or Shock Treatment. This was bassically another form of shock to my body to force out all the shit I had in me. If that makes sense . Anyway its how I can understand it

Ruby - I still do those kind of thing, not knowing what some things mean.
My sister is just as bad. When we were little our mum & dad took us to the lakes (countryside) and on passing through we stopped at the pub to go to the loo. Mum saw a condom machine and bought one. On our way out of the pub it suddenly became quiet (as it does sometimes) and my sister suddenly came out in her 'as uaual' load voice, 'Mummy! Why did you buy different flavoured condoms?' Mum blushed and we got out double quick.

But thanks to you all. I did actually think twice after putting that up as I thought, 'Mmmmmm have I put a downer on this thread?' But really it was as Ruby puts it a Revilation or turn around of a bad time and an experience to such deepness (which I probably would not let others into) if it were not for 'the doctor'.
It has left me craving for more

[BDSM_Tourguide]

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

[TaintedJohn]

Anyone want to try to contribute more to it?

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

[Barton]

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

Kats??

[Ruby]

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.

[Barton]

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

[subterfuge]

Why yes I would.
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.
tj

I'm not so experienced with this forum, and I say that because I have no idea whether it makes sense to respond to something written last year. But I want to respond to this for two reasons:

1) John eloquently put into words something that I've been struggling with for some time. The last woman in my life was very vanilla, and highly suspicious of any sexual activity that did originate from a spiritual place. We were almost married. She is one of the most compassionate and beautiful people I've ever known and in still my best friend.
The woman prior to her was a pain slut, and just a slut anyway, in the best possible sense. She gave me a taste of something I couldn't lose if I wanted to, and I don't want to. I had no idea that kind and level of pleasure existed. So, I have a similar dilemma, as far as searching for a new mate. At times, it seems hopeless, although I know it is not.

2) Just wanted to add some high praise to this forum for providing this kind of outlet and support for unconventional viewpoints/lifestyles. It really is amazing that people have some place safe to go to bare their souls.

sunburststrat

[Ruby]

For those of you who haven't played this game, it can be fun and exhausting.

It's called, "bring him to the edge, while making her cum till she can't move".

Here's a version that happened to me today. No pain involved, only pleasure and many forced orgasms. I say forced cause I'm pinned down, my mouth is full, my brain is screaming for mercy and my body is begging for more. Yup, overload and deep into subspace I went. How I love my T!


It's tough to decide where to begin...at the nuzzling and just cuddling, where we began kissing, or where he had me lean over him so he could suckle my breasts while fingering my wet pussy and clit. He lays on his back and plays me like an instrument.

He likes me in lots of "hands and knees" positions; over him, on the side of him, in front of him. This had me leaning over him so his mouth was on my breast, his hand tweaking and playing with the other one, and his free hand toying between my legs.

One hand eventually went into my ponytail to direct me down to his erection while his hands got very busy between my legs with a new vibrator.

I hold onto a thigh and he turns to the side, sometimes locking my head between his legs if I get to enthusiastic and he's not ready to cum. This leaves one of my hands free to roam all over his body. I like to run my fingers from his butt to his shoulder and then back again, sometimes, lingering with fingernails on his nice firm buttcheeks. Sometimes, reaching behind me to play with his chest or put a finger in his mouth.

In this position, his head is resting on my thigh, my head is in his lap and my body across his torso. Everywhere we touch skin to skin wants more and the places that aren't touching were feeling the air from the ceiling fan tickling the sweat on my body.

After a nice long session of "bring him to the edge, but don't make him cum" and "make her climax until she's a puddle", the vibrator found it's way from my pussy to my anus.

Slow teasing while playing with my clit sent me to the stars and time seemed to stand still. He lowered it inside me, inch by inch, using my pussy juices as a lubricant. My hips were bucking and I was riding that wave of pleasure over and over again. His cock was in my mouth and I was in heaven as it twitched or thrust inside of me.

When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, when I was almost begging for mercy cause he's made me cum so many times, he had me hold the vibrator in my ass. Then he climbed out from underneath me, to position me with my head down, bottom up, and pussy available, near the edge of the bed.

He stood at the side of the bed and thrust into me so hard I thought I was going to explode. Using the vibrator, pushing and pulling it in rhythm with his cock, he told me to touch my clit so he could feel my fingers against him.

One climax followed another and I was pushing against him while he was pushing into me. When he wanted to thrust deeper, he removed the vibrator and grasped my hands behind my back, holding them like reigns so he could push into me and pull on my hands, bringing me back into him, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

Everything in me focused on my hands in his, his cock in my pussy and my buttcheeks feeling his skin as he pressed against and into me.

I'm not sure if I was talking outloud, but my mind was screaming, yes, yes, yes, yes...

Everything became frenzied as he rode me harder and harder, faster and faster to one big climax. He filled me over and over, until finally, neither of us could or wanted to move. I was panting, struggling for air and totally satisfied.

So...what have you been up to lately?

[Jadetiger]

Damn Ruby that was so unfair of you. You have just turned my fantasy of chasing Saracen around a room with a big stick to whimpering for mercy and begging him to let me cum. LOL

Saracen's Jade