Sunday, August 27, 2006

Playing Again

Somehow it had been forever since we'd done a scene. I don't know why. Well, I do know why. We scene alot more when we're busier. All summer, when we've been together, we've had nothing terribly much to do but spend time together and have sex and cuddle and it's been fabulous bondagey sex, but not real scenes. Scenes happen when we have to set time aside for sex, so we have a nice 2 hour block from walking in the door to holding eachother and twitching. Well, now we're back at school with all of our friends, and we have scened.
And we christened the bed for real with it, too.
We started traditionally. He told me to close my eyes, to stand still with my hands behind my back, and He teased me. And teased me. And teased me till I rocked back and forth on my feet helplessly. And of course, He stood me in front of a mirror, so the second my eyelids fluttered I was confronted with a view of myself, naked and held by His will, with His hands on my body, and I stared. And He noticed, of course. I was lucky I didn't get punished. What I did get was a blindfold, and I stood for what felt very much like three hours while He played havoc with my nervous system. Then He pulled me to the bed and lay me back, on a pillow, I think, and we played "Guess What This Is", which is alot scarier if you're on the guessing side. Having invented the game, I knew He wouldn't be doing anything terribly dangerous, but I still didn't know what He was doing, and He was putting something sharpish awfully close to some very tender areas. He explained the trick later, but why should I tell you? (grin) And then when I was arching and whimpering ... and I had a ring gag in. When did He put that in? Early, I know, because I remember being unable to guess during the game because of it, and I'm sure I had it on even before that. Anyhow, it was in my mouth when He finally removed my blindfold and let me come, for the first time that night, with His fingers against my clit, which demonstrates just how very wet He'd gotten me. He took the gag out for a bit and gave me some water and let me calm down. It was very nice.
Then, after that, the real fun started.

Here is the break where I went to drop off a robe in the Boy's room, and the I noticed he was sorting porn, and so we spent hours sorting through and keeping only the best of his vast collection, and we had mindblowing shuddering amazing sex. Twice. In the same number of hours. It was 5 in the afternoon when we finally gave over and put some clothes on and tried to be productive.
Well, we got the porn all sorted. I guess that was productive.


So He has this bed, you see. Three tall posts and one short one and a cross bar between the two tall diagonals. Two 2x4s per post. The basic purpose of this bed is causing mayhem and madness and me in odd positions. I will not attempt to describe His rigging, because I can't and if He wants to He will, but I was tied at hands and wrisits and elbows and under my arms to a heavy iron pole, which was hung from the bed, so that I kneeled and the pole took my weight. I looked very pretty in the mirror. And I hung there and he stood on the bed and made full use of the ring gag and the fact that He could swing me backwards and forwards as He saw fit. It was good. And He fucked my mouth and then touched me all over and pushed me this way and that way to show how utterly helpless I was, and I was aching with need and I wanted little more than for Him to fuck me and then, finally, He let the pole down and lay me on the bed still tied to it and fucked me into oblivion. And then because clearly that wasn't enough, He kissed His way down and gave me another orgasm, with His mouth.

At some point I was untied from the pole. I shuddered a bunch. I gasped. We agreed that we have very good sex indeed, and should keep doing so for a long, long time.

And this was the first scene where a significant portion of my weight was taken by something else, ie, where I was close to hanging. we also suspended an 80 lb. metal stool to see how our pulleys are working. The answer is, they're working just fine, but we need to put a few more in.

There are pictures. I will post them.

PS. I love my boy, and need to fuck him really really soon.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The Trip

The trip started with a bang and ended with a bang, because the Boy and I really like to bang eachother. I sat on the train tonight thinking about two weeks ago, being on the train heading out, and how slowly it moved and how much I just wanted to be with him again. And I had forgotten until we were walking up the stairs to to his room how much being with him is being at home. For the next two weeks we were never apart more than an hour at a time, I think, except for one night when we didn't share a bed. And we didn't fight, though one night I went a little crazy and had to be calmed down, but he did that for me. The comfort level I spoke of last post returned full force, and is great. It's nice to have somebody with whom you can shower and whom you can change in front of without worry, just stripping off clothes because it's too hot to wear them anymore (this sometimes produces a nice reaction, too), and someone in front of whom you can shamelessly pick at your toes with your fingers, or ingrown hairs (furs, he calls them) or zits. It's nice to have somebody who will rub moisturizing lotion onto your breasts when they have been burnt by electrical play (not that I couldn't do that myself, but it's nice to have somebody else). It's nice to know that I have his room to stay at at the house where we live, since mine is full of a summer boarder. It's nice to know he'll help me get my car fixed, drive me to the airport, talk to me about health problems, and I'll do the same with him. As I've said a billion times, it's nice as can be to have a partner in life.
And I simply adore him. I adore spending time with him. I adore lying on the couch in one room of his two room suit and rereading one of my favorite books and listening to him sing somewhat tunelessly along to our favorite band while finishing the bed he built for us. That's nice as nice, and incredibly domestic.
He once wrote in a post here that he doesn't do well with the long distance because he's used to showing me how he feels instead of telling me. I didn't think much of that at the time, but at the time I was unhappy anyhow. This time when I was with him I was looking for it, and I found it. A million tiny tendernesses. A million little touches, little carresses in passing. It's not clingy, it's not as though if we're in the same space we must constantly be in contact, but he almost never walks past me without touching me in some small way. And it does get the message accross, now that I know what it means. He's not touching me constantly because he's horny as hell (well, he is, he's a terribly randy boy, but he's obvious about that when he wants to be), he's touching me to show that he loves me. And I get it, duh, finally, and I love him for it, and I love him too.
We had alot of sex. All of it was very good. We had sex in tons of positions, we gave eachother mindblowing head. I learned how to give him a really good hand job, which is a very useful skill to have. One of the first nights, when we were at his parents house, he tied me to a lovely bed that kept me good and spread out, and then he pretty much did what he wanted with me. And I wanted him to do what he was doing to me, alot. He licked his fingers and he carefully seperated my labia, and just that light touch was sending me into spasms, but then he started licking. There was alot of orgasming, let me tell you.
So, yes. Alot of terribly good sex, all over the hotel room (with the haunted shower), the guest room of his parents house, and his bedroom. Which now has a bed. A huge, HUGE bed. I will attempt to leave him to write about it, because I didn't build it and can't describe it, except being tied to it in several positions, which is lovely. So, with luck he'll post about that and maybe some other stuff too, but if not then I'll devote an entire entry to it later on. There's alot of catching up to be done here.
Right. So, trip. I had a birthday, it was good, there were amazing meals and quite adequate plays and beer and pool and such.
Then we hurried home, to get to the party on time.
Ah, the party. We saw a man suspended while his Mistress cheerfully spun him and giggled like a school girl. We saw any number of lovely designs put into people's skin with needles. We say all different types of scenes, and decided, of course, that we like how we play best, and we like to play with eachother. Who's surprized?
I knew that I was going to Dom at least a little when I got to the party, and so after a few quite nice scenes subbing, I took off my collar and put on his, and tied him at several points (wrists and hair) to the set up in front of a mirror, and then I started moving through floggers. It felt good. I got significantly better with the floggers than I had been before: hitting hard or soft as I pleased, not wrapping much, not hitting dangerous or overly painful places much. Also, I'm a fairly showy Domme, and he's such a darling sub, that at one point I looked up to find that I had quite an audience. So I grabbed his hair and made him look and told him to behave well for them, and went back to hitting him. The scene ended when I could nolonger walk easily on the boots (7 inch heals, remember), and his arms were aching, so I let him down. And now the folkes there know that we mean it when we say we switch, so that's good.
Of course, I then spent an hour or more wandering around with my arms tied behind my back, which probably undermined my new air of authority somewhat.
And then, as we were winding up to leave, we took stock of what we still wanted to play with, and remembered how much we'd liked the violet wand last time. So he cheerfully told me to go and ask two much more experienced, DEFINITELY dominant folkes there if there was one about we could use. But some how the message that we, he and I, would like to play with one, did not get across, and shortly I was sitting topless infront of a frightening man with a grin and an electrified pinwheel. I was scared out of my mind. This man was the one person we had told ourselves, from the very first Munch, would never play with either of us. Which is to say, would never play with me, as I think he wouldn't really want to touch the Boy.
But, there I sat. And it HURT. He did have it cranked up all the way, and it he does identify as a Sadist, so I wasn't surprized that it hurt, but MAN, did it hurt. The glass attachment was somewhat less painful, and there was a Domme there who dished out a bit of it to the Boy, too, so he at least had an idea of what I was going through.
I still think I'd like to try more electric play, but I'm more into sensation than actual pain, so I hope that next time my Boy'll be on the other end of it.
Aaaand I think that's it. I'm sure there's more to write about, but I'm running out of steam. Comment away, all of you, It was great seeing those I saw, and we'll be back in September.