Rope

Boy here, writing under Mistress' watchful eye (actually, she's studying on the other end of the bed)... deciding she really wanted me to write about one of our scenes, she's not going to let me get her off until I write about what she just did to me. First, I should mention that for my birthday a few weeks ago, I got Midori's book on Japanese bondage from a like-minded friend, and gave myself a few pieces of wonderful hemp rope. While I'd used the rope on Switch before, she hadn't gotten a chance to try it out on me. So I asked her to tie me up, expecting to be played with, probably hit, and maybe fucked. In one of the nice little rituals we've established, I put my butt plug in a while before she came over... it's been a while, and I'd forgotten both how intense the sensation is, and how clear a reminder it is of what's to come. It's much more D/s than S/M, which is a really good direction for us, and a lot of fun. Well, maybe fun's not the word for the butt plug, though Mistress would argue that the noises I make when she plays with it are lots of fun. Either way, the real fun of the scene was the rope. I love rope, both in kinky and vanilla settings, and I'm rediscovering just how much I like to be tied up. So Switch tied me in a chest harness and a set of beautiful diamond patterns across my torso (naturally, with rope between my legs resting on the butt plug), and ended up just leaving me lying on the bed for a while. That, in a way, was more freeing than anything else - I could just relax, feel the way the rope tightened around me as I breathed, and enjoy being helpless and immobile. There was teasing, too, eventually, and other little games, but the feeling of giving in to the bondage, as trite as it sounds, is what sticks with me. Hopefully more posts to come, and more playing to be done, but now, I go to get my Mistress off.

Play Hard

Three nights. Three in a row, Thursday Friday Saturday. The first night we did some Shibari but I was restless, and I curled over so my back was towards Him and said "hit me". And He hit me. And I said "harder", and He hit harder. And i still wanted harder...
At the end of the night we were happy and amazed, and I thought about it all day. It hurt, and I like it. It hurt, and I knew it hurt and identified it as pain, but for the first time it was really a good thing.
The pain that isn't pain.
The night we tried it again, and hit maybe even harder, Boy says, and I liked that too.
At the party, we tried it again, and we figured it out. I can take a thuddy better than stingy, because the pain is less immediate so I can go farther with it. I like being hit to the rhythm of a song. I like the hitting to increase in intensity, to come and go, and I really liked doing the impact scene at the party where we just took it till I finally couldn't take anymore, and then stopped. And was groggy and fabulous and let down for cuddles and I got a drink and it was just great.
Tonight I'm going to see if the fact that I like alot more pain than I expected means that maybe he likes alot more pain, too.
Finally, I should note this makes me happy. I hadn't known how far we were going to get with the Scene, if niether of us really liked doing anything too intense. It turns out that we should go ahead and try stuff (no, really?). But I guess only when we want to? Because I doubt I'd have been as happy if he'd jut started hitting me really hard, instead of my asking for it before hand.
Well. We'll see. In anycase, it makes me happy, yes indeed it does.

Even if it makes Boy's arms and wrists ache.

P.S. I want brownies. Anybody have any brownies?