Her Last Time Here : A Summary
» BDSM Play
This is going to be a fairly bare summary of part of what we accomplished - not quite the word I want - during Alexandra’s last stay home.
In November of last year I outlined five fetishes I hoped to experience when I next saw her. We scored two out of the five. The unfulfilled three faced practical and monetary problems.
Pulling her in a cart. If it can be found for little or free it is too small or uncomfortable. But I have a deep, deep need to experience the status of a mere servile creature. Somehow it will be done.
Caged. Even building a cage out of the cheapest timber costs more than it should since the disastrous weather knocked up lumber prices in this country. I’ll figure this out yet.
Prostate Milking. I like Alexandra’s fingernails but they render this kind of manipulation risky. I thought I’d manage to buy an Aneros. I should’ve spent the money early on. That might seem fussy but my anus is not very responsive: hoped to minimize fuss and bother.
Orgasm denial wasn’t on the list. But we both greatly wanted to explore it. I felt frustrated lust would simultaneously empower and leave me feeling very slavish. But you can’t play chastity games with a man whose libido has temporarily deserted him.
Two fulfilled.
Testicle weighting. Our couple of explorations of this confirmed once again how - oddly, amazingly? - testicle manipulation’s bizarre sensations tap into my submissiveness. I really look forward to continue to explore this.
Chemical genital torture. Icy Hot was terrifically confusing. Nothing has left my masochism more baffled. It hurts. You have to wait for it to end: she can’t turn it off. It is the most objectifying pain. Helplessly I want her to hurt me this way more. (And the effect on tormented nipples wasn’t something to be giggled at.)
And there were things first tasted that I hope she’ll enjoy using on me more when she is back.
Like the piss cocktail.
Sandpaper. Ah … er … limitless possibilities. Whew, had I been chained to that bar stool so I couldn’t get up …
Wartenberg Pinwheel: Hee hee! Ouch! Giggle! Help!
The penis whipping was about as satisfying as masochism gets. Though it needs something to keep from an endorphin rush from crowding in so quickly. Then again we’ve wanted to explore what BDSM is like for me after some sort of high.
There was lots of structured S&:M play. This was hugely profitable for me. Even though I wish I could stop wishing she were slamming that short quirt into my flesh. Not to mention the hot bites of her flicker whip.
I hate nipple impact play. But found myself helplessly fascinated by it when sitting on the barstool. Part of it was the stool. Stools aren’t comfortable (though I’ve loved it when Alexandra sat on one while I licked her boots). I found myself fascinated by the idea of her chaining me to one in the closet leaving me in the dark trying to stay comfortable. Really it sounds worse than being hit.
Given the limitations at hand we had a good time. Next time will inevitably be even better.
NB: Needless to say - I hope - this summary isn’t about the quality or pleasure of being with her: kink is only one component.
