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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Unlocked for Now
A couple weeks back we decided to press the pause button on our game of chastity play for an undetermined amount of time. It's not been working for me, the Keyholder, and I haven't been getting much out of it anymore. When I reluctantly said this to the Locked One, he suggested we stop for now, and go back to it when we're ready. I feel sad writing this, since it's been an important part of our play. But there's parts to it that trigger some major stuff for me, and until that gets resolved, it's probably better to leave it alone. We have lots of other kinky interests to pursue and revisit, and we're good with that. We'll continue to post about our kinky adventures here on this blog.
A Quiet Sunday Afternoon...
Here's some photos of the bench in use. We spent the first weekend of the new year getting some use out of the little black bench. It was a fun time, and the bench proved to be an excellent toy--very secure, and plenty of attachment points.
Secured and ready...
...and drippy.
There was no way he was getting away from this cock.
Black cock out, purple cock in, with pink rope for use while I shift to his face.
He did a good job, and so I moved behind him again and made him cum hard.
This was the mess afterwards.
Written 11/24/10:
Last night we had some time to spare since my daughter was spending time with her dad, we didn't have any plans, and seemed to have enough energy to stay awake past 9 pm. So we decided to mess around in bed for a while. I ended up tying the Locked One to the bed, shoving a vibrating ass plug inside him, and clipping clothespins to his nipples and scrotum. Then I took a long hot shower so he could spend some time experiencing those sensations. After the shower, I put on the spiked rink around his cock, which really bit into him when i sucked his cock for a while. I finally removed it when he began straining against the wrist and ankle cuffs. Then I took off the clothespins--somewhat gently--and then sat on his face for a while. That ride lasted a while, then I slid down to his cock and rode that for a while. Biting is always fun to me, so I did more of that than usual--his shoulders and inner thighs are my favorite spots. At some point I untied him, and we fucked long enough that we were drenched in sweat when we came all at once. I was physically exhausted, but didn't feel done with him yet.
After about fifteen minutes, I pulled my big purple dick out, and convinced him to let me fuck his ass for a while. Although he seemed resistant at first, he eventually let me punch my way in, and I rode him hard. (I couldn't believe he let me do that!) Then I got horny all over again, and had to grab the hitachi and shove that between my legs for a moment. Insert roaring orgasm #2 here. Then the Locked One started getting hard again, and managed another orgasm as well. From my vantage point, it looked like an excrutiating experience, but he didn't seem to mind.
I especially enjoy asking him questions when he's at the peak of an intense situation. I want to know exactly what is going on inside his head, which forces him to think about the pain he's feeling. And I like seeing him struggle to find the words to describe what he's feeling when he's already spending all his mental energy on coping with everything else. His brain is mostly in fight-or-flight mode at that point in time, and I'm asking him to process and verbalize what he's experiencing, which is really hard to do. Sometimes I ask him to name some of the feelings he has at that moment, or I point out the irony of the situation--that he has asked for this, and allowed me to do these things to him, and how generous it is of me to do so.
When he in the midst of one of the above orgasms, I asked him some questions, and all I got was some mumbled words that almost sounded like "I don't know."
Mission accomplished.
Last night we had some time to spare since my daughter was spending time with her dad, we didn't have any plans, and seemed to have enough energy to stay awake past 9 pm. So we decided to mess around in bed for a while. I ended up tying the Locked One to the bed, shoving a vibrating ass plug inside him, and clipping clothespins to his nipples and scrotum. Then I took a long hot shower so he could spend some time experiencing those sensations. After the shower, I put on the spiked rink around his cock, which really bit into him when i sucked his cock for a while. I finally removed it when he began straining against the wrist and ankle cuffs. Then I took off the clothespins--somewhat gently--and then sat on his face for a while. That ride lasted a while, then I slid down to his cock and rode that for a while. Biting is always fun to me, so I did more of that than usual--his shoulders and inner thighs are my favorite spots. At some point I untied him, and we fucked long enough that we were drenched in sweat when we came all at once. I was physically exhausted, but didn't feel done with him yet.
After about fifteen minutes, I pulled my big purple dick out, and convinced him to let me fuck his ass for a while. Although he seemed resistant at first, he eventually let me punch my way in, and I rode him hard. (I couldn't believe he let me do that!) Then I got horny all over again, and had to grab the hitachi and shove that between my legs for a moment. Insert roaring orgasm #2 here. Then the Locked One started getting hard again, and managed another orgasm as well. From my vantage point, it looked like an excrutiating experience, but he didn't seem to mind.
I especially enjoy asking him questions when he's at the peak of an intense situation. I want to know exactly what is going on inside his head, which forces him to think about the pain he's feeling. And I like seeing him struggle to find the words to describe what he's feeling when he's already spending all his mental energy on coping with everything else. His brain is mostly in fight-or-flight mode at that point in time, and I'm asking him to process and verbalize what he's experiencing, which is really hard to do. Sometimes I ask him to name some of the feelings he has at that moment, or I point out the irony of the situation--that he has asked for this, and allowed me to do these things to him, and how generous it is of me to do so.
When he in the midst of one of the above orgasms, I asked him some questions, and all I got was some mumbled words that almost sounded like "I don't know."
Mission accomplished.
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