Predicament 1

She lay on the bed, bound and gagged with tight ropes that bit into her skin. The tightness she could deal with though, it was easier than the discomfort provided by the position she was in. A hog tie with crotch rope. She could relieve one part of her body at a time, making it an extremely difficult position to hold for as long as she’d been in it. To make it harder, he was stroking a pinwheel all over her, she shook, which jostled the ropes, and brought tears to her eyes. He taunted her all the while, alternating between threats, and encouragements, using all her favourite filthy pet names, knowing that as she got more and more turned on, the blood flow to her clit increased, making her ever more sensitive to the rope biting it. And she was sensitive, she couldn’t take much more, but she wanted to please him so much. Just a little longer, just a bit more, come on H you pussy, you asked for this, you know the second he unties you, you’ll be wishing you’d taken more. She berated herself, her internal drill sergeant pushing her onwards. The rope bit into her mouth, and her pussy was screaming, even the tug on the ropes that breathing caused was starting to hurt. She took shallow breaths, and tried to control her tendency to shake as he held a knife to her throat and growled sweet violence into her ear. It was a source of never ending amazement to her that such treatment could have such a lubricating affect on her cunt, not the growling, that was no surprise, but the pain, the torture, she confused herself for a second, as a thought flitted across her blood starved brain. She would have been asking him to cum if it hadn’t hurt so much. Then she shivered, she couldn’t stay still whilst cumming, she’d give herself rope burn on her clit.

The next thing he whispered in her ear made her eyes widen in shock.

“Do you realise, pet, that you’ve been humping the bed for a good five minutes, you must really be enjoying this, you little slut.” His words were soft and dangerous, and growly, like a panther, full of sleek grace, but deadly if you got on its bad side. He ran a finger up each side of the rope in her crotch, and laughed at how we they were. “Would you like to cum pet?” She nodded, then winced as the nod pulled the rope in her slit, he laughed again, and suddenly there was a buzzing noise, and then she moaned as he held the vibrator to ropes, just on top of her clit. Her moans grew frantic, she couldn’t help but writhe a little in the ropes that held her, she tried to control herself, to keep still so she wouldn’t injure herself, but she couldn’t, and when he started counting down from ten, she knew she was lost. By the time he reached five he was holding the vibrator still and letting her do the work, positioning it perfectly and grinding her hips just slightly, getting closer and closer, so that by the time he was at two her whimpers of desperation were just adorable, he made a mental note to torture her like this more often, he paused at one, and let her squirm for just a moment before growling “Cum” into her ear. She couldn’t refuse, couldn’t stop herself, her back arched, and her head snapped back, and then forwards, making her pull hard on the rope, making her shriek through the rope in her mouth, and tears run down her cheeks, but she was still cumming, and she couldn’t stop herself. She moaned and sobbed, then realised that sobbing pulled on the rope and tried to stop, and finally, when she thought she couldn’t take any more without it killing her, he untied her hair, then her mouth, then gently removed the crotch rope, and put it in her hand to show her how wet she’d made it. When she was properly untied, he held her on the bed as she thanked her Sir, and he kissed the tears from her cheeks.

She wriggled a moment later, and writhed down the bed and took his cock into her warm, wet mouth, loving the half moan, half gasp that escaped from his lips as she swallowed his head. She worked her lips and tongue up every inch of him, loving him with her mouth, then pausing, looking up at him, one hand gripping his cock.

“Please Sir, would you fuck your slut’s ass?” He moaned as her innocent green eyes looked up at him, pleading. He sat up, flipped her over, pushed her legs back over her head, and slid his cock straight into her tight little ass, she squeaked in pain as he drove in hard, but she soon adjusted, and in no time was asking him to fuck his slut harder, and then “Oh, please! Please Sir let your slut cum! Please!” He growled out a ‘Cum!’ and she obeyed, without hesitation or reservation, she came hard, scratching his back, grabbing at the bed, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, he came with her, holding her hips tight, burying himself inside her before they both collapsed on the bed, spent and happy.

(bold type supplied by the one who calls me pet. Italics by yours truly.)

The door almost broke off its hinges as she flew through it.

In mid air, the seconds felt like hours and she was completely aware of her body. Her back was on fire from where it rammed through the closed door and made the lock give way. Her neck felt as if he had been in a car accident. The force of her head being jarred that quickly made her wonder if this was what whiplash truly looked like.  She could feel the sweat on her face make her hair stick in some places, and flail around in others. Speaking of flailing, she discovered that she had no control whatsoever on her decent. She couldn’t direct the fall; couldn’t mitigate the damage. But the thing she felt the most, more than her clothes and stockings ripping as she hit the ground, more than the skin peeling away in lines and drops of blood coming to view all over her limbs, even more than the bruises taking shape as she bounced on the concrete floor, was the point of the first… the only impact.

It was the right side, above her breast that it happened. When the hit came, it was like lightning and fire and will were focused into the head of a sledgehammer and driven through her soul in on stroke. Of course her body recoiled so totally with the hit. Her spirit had already been dominated when the punch connected. In her mind and heart, she was already kneeling. The strike was a command she obeyed instantly. The muscles were just catching up.

As she lay there, body not moving, the pulsating pain in her chest her primary focus, she slowly became aware of him coming through the door.  She could hear the steady sound of him walking.  He was moving with purpose, every motion weighed and calculated. Her sore body allowed her just enough just enough movement to see his boots walking up to her. She could tell he was taking his time and planning his next move. That was when the fear gripped her. This was all from his opening move. The thought of what he would follow it up with had her shuddering for the entire minute it took him to walk up to her kneel over.

He looked her over again, making sure she could see he was doing it. And then he stared at her hard and cold. She gasped then as he raised his fist and looked at it, and then back at her. He spoke then, in a deep soothing voice that she know would make her walk to the piers of Hamlin and leap off, “That… was ten percent” He smiled at her then, as his fist became an outstretched hand and he reached for her. “Care to try fifteen?”

She looked back at him, still shuddering, pain erupting all over her body, a tear rolling down her cheek, and lust welling between her legs.

“…Fifteen, Sir”

She flinched as he pulled back his fist as if to strike, and he paused.

"You ready slut?" he said, and she nodded, her eyes sparkling, smiling as she bit her lip, the look that said 'born ready'. He didn't give her the 15% straight away though. It wasn't a case of making her wait, or even making her work for it, he had his pride, not to mention his reputation to consider, he wasn't going to start hitting people when they were expecting it, where would be the fun in that?! He stood instead, and kicked her legs apart before gently nudging her cunt with the toe of one boot. She moaned and tried to push herself harder against the smooth, hard leather, he tapped her clit, rhythmically, gently at first, but harder and harder until her moans turned to bitten back sounds of pain, his boot was slick and shiny with her juices, and he started to put a bit more swing into his kicks, still looking into her eyes as she looked up at his, her expressions ranging from pain and pleasure every time his boot connected, to the look that said she was ready for more, almost a challenge, she had her pride too, and though she wanted him to break her, to leave her crying and begging for mercy, she wasn't going to make it easy for him to take her there. 


He paused for a moment to watch her hips still grinding on the floor, and then stopped her, putting his foot down hard over her cunt, she felt the tread biting into her soft skin, and moaned again, she couldn't help herself. He changed up then, no longer kicking her cunt with the toe of his boot, but using the tread, grinding it into her tender soaking pussy, stomping on it and almost laughing at the way she pushed upwards, meeting the underside of his boot hard, until he stopped, she was enjoying this way too much, and that wasn't what tonight was about. His SAP gloves were heavy with ball bearings, and he dropped to his knees the better to punch her cunt, just once, hard, she pulled her legs together, and he laughed at her, suddenly there was a rope in his hand, and he pulled her legs apart, tying them quickly, hard, there was no softness here, just the roughness of rope designed to hurt. She struggled, tugging against her bonds to make sure she wouldn't be going anywhere, he'd tied one ankle to the leg of the bed, and the other to her hair, leaving her pussy completely vulnerable to another punch, and the way her neck was twisted to relieve the tug on her hair, she could barely see what he was doing. Even better. His fist landed again, and she cried out, caught off guard. He straddled her then, and, around the leg tied above her head, threw a wave punch at her so hard she felt herself sinking into the hard floor. She moaned at the pain, and breathed deeply, controlling herself, bringing herself back to center, and looking up at him again, ready for more. He untied her ankle, and used the rope to tie her hands to her hair behind her head, leaving her chest exposed to his fists, and her already rosy cheeks to his slaps. He slapped her face until both cheeks were soaked in tears, then kissed her hard, loving the surrender of her kiss as he forced his upon her. He hit her again then, and she could tell he'd been practicing the famous machine gun punch, the air was knocked out of her and she was left reeling, glad she was already on the floor. He grabbed her breasts then, taking fistfuls of the soft flesh to lift her from the ground, and then dropping her, before flipping her roughly over, and pulling something she couldn't quite see out of his pocket. She found out what it was when it connected with her ass and forced a cry out from between her lips, the small, heavy wooden paddle, she knew that hadn't been anywhere near full force, and now she was scared. It was what he'd been going for, he knew just how to do it. Tonight had been planned for some time, she'd asked for him to take her down and rape her and hurt her, she'd wanted to go further than they ever had before, she'd told him she wanted him to break her, and now she was scared, scared that he really might. He brought the paddle down hard again, and again and again, harder and harder until she was wailing, the tears streaming down her face, he didn't give her time to think, didn't give her time to compose herself, he just brought the paddle down all over her ass and thighs, terrifying her with the sheer force he used, the complete absence of mercy, she could feel the anger in his blows and that scared her, he started to talk then, telling her, in between the smacks of the paddle, exactly what he thought of her, exactly what his opinion was of her, such a little slut, whore, she needed to be taught a lesson, did she realise how much he held back every time they played? Did she realise that this was everything he'd stopped himself from doing all those times? Did she realise that he was using his left hand right now? 


He paused. Untied her other leg, and dragged her by it to an A-frame in the center of the room. Suddenly there was a gag in his hand and her eyes widened, she shut her mouth tight, looking at it in fear, and he held his hand across her mouth and nose to cut off her air properly. He looked into her eyes until he felt her chest rising and falling desperately, she tried to struggle, and just when he knew her fear was ripe, he removed his hand and forced the gag between her lips, fastening it tightly and slapping her face again. Next came something that scared her more than the gag had, a hood, she struggled, she wouldn't be able to see, he wouldn't be able to see her, a thousand 'what ifs' filled her mind, what if something went wrong, what if she couldn't take it, what if, what if. Blackness then, she couldn't see a thing. She felt his rope then, her arms, still behind her head, were tied to her ankles, so that she was effectively folded in half, and then, using only these ties, he lifted her into the air, it was painful already, and she was so exposed, she felt she understood punch bags now, and sure enough, her thighs were treated to a volley of blows. He spun her round then, and flogged her back with something much harsher than his usual floggers, something with hard ends, knotted tips perhaps, she couldn't wonder much what it might be, her tears were flowing freely now that they were hidden, and she sobbed around the gag filling her mouth, She was spun around again, and suddenly there was a feeling she recognised, she froze, terrified, the thin, smooth, cool, hard thing could only be a cane, and suddenly she was struggling, shaking her head, pleading with him through the gag. He held her head still, and then, with his mouth by her ear, whispered to her.
"Make me proud pet, just 10, count them." He gave her a moment to breathe, and then started. One came hard, and she felt the fire rise along the stripe it left. He paused, and three came close on each other's heels, he dragged them out so that 10 felt like an eternity, but it came, finally, and then he pulled the hood off her head, and the gag from her mouth, and he held her, still in the air, and the words he whispered in her ear made everything better. "I'm so proud of you pet, you've done so well, I'm so proud of you, my sweet pet." He untied her then, and carried her to the bed. He spread her legs, long and slender, and still pale where they weren't red, and he slid his cock inside her soaking slit, and she moaned, and wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him deeper into her, and he made love to her, knowing that she liked her sex fast and rough, he took her so gently it drove her crazy with need, he fucked her until she was begging to cum, he could feel how close, how desperate she was, and he denied her, "not yet." She moaned in pain and he could see the effort etched across her face. 


He slid into her tight ass next, easing himself in slowly, before starting to fuck her so hard she thought she couldn't stop herself.
"Please, please Sir let your slut cum" He smiled.
"Ten" he said, and she knew what was coming, he counted her down slowly, teasing the hell out of her, watching her struggle, "one," he paused, on the edge himself, "Cum!" She came hard, and he came with her, filling her ass as she milked him dry, she writhed under him, her legs wrapped around his body, pulling him deep into her the noises she made were primal, no words existed any more. 


Finally they collapsed on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him, and, after a second to catch her breath and remember what words were, thanks poured out of her lips, "Thank you Sir, thank you for letting your slut cum, thank you Sir..." her eyes closed in ecstasy, aftershocks rippled through them until exhaustion overtook them, and, shifting, he lay on his back, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat returning to normal, his arm wrapped protectively around her, and she rested hers across his chest.

A Love-Hate Relationship

I have very mixed feelings on the subject of pain. Sometimes I love it, I want to be hurt until I can't take any more. And sometimes if you try and spank me with a feather duster I'll whine and bitch at you until you give up. Sometimes it brings me closer to a person, sometimes it makes it clear that I should keep my distance. Sometimes it makes me grouchy, which is awful, but at other times it can break me down to such a pure and perfect state of being that the tears that roll down my cheeks are ones of happiness as well as pain. 

Sometimes I crave pain. Times like now, when tears of sorrow, or of anger threaten to fall, I wish for the cleansing, healing tears borne of physical suffering, of taking pain because I asked for it, and I know that the person giving it is doing so because I asked, and they care enough about me to give me what they know I need. I want pain now. I want to struggle to breathe because there's a heavy black boot on my throat, and the point of a knife is stroking my face. I want to be beaten until tears wash down my face and beyond, into the space of calm which follows tears and shrieks, the place where pain is beautiful, and peaceful, and you know that you are indestructible. I want to be the object of someone's undiluted rage, there only because they need a target and they need to see her break. I want pain at the hands of someone I love, or care for. I crave it. I need it. And it scares me a little, just how much.

MonogaStomp

Yes, you read that right, no typos, I am in a mono-poly relationship with a pair of boots. 


Not just any boots of course, to make *me* monogamous, they are a hitherto unknown brand of unique, special, beautiful, and lustful. Black leather, solid at the toe, laced up to mid calf, smooth, cool, hard leather, no fancy decorations, no funky colourful laces, no cute but oh so tacky charms hanging out of the lace holes, just plain black Doc Martens, with a tread I can't stop dreaming about. I'd cuddle up to them in bed if I could, but it's the man who wears them who makes them what they are. The man who looks down at me as I kiss his boots, as I caress them with my tongue, as I love them, as I drip with lust and anticipation, with the act of submission of loving his boots. 


I love these boots, and I love the man who wears them, who allows me to show my love to them as I do, before he wraps me in his ropes, ties me with the ropes that are an extension of his soul. If I love his boots, there are no words that can describe my feelings for his ropes. The way they wrap around me, the way they bind me tight, the way they make me feel so safe, bound so perfectly. He can hurt me with his ropes, he can soothe me with his ropes, he can change my mood from any degree of negative to blissful, heavenly happiness in an instant, just with his ropes. He doesn't tie with rope though. He ties with his heart. He ties with his love. They just look like rope. Rope as a manifestation of the soul. That is the man I call Sir. The man who calls me pet, as no other man ever will. 


He's in another city, far away, and I'm alone with my lust, alone with the desires burning my soul like fire.


I have an assignment from him. Every weekday (weekends I do something different, I have yet to find out what exactly) I must kneel, imagining him in front of me, picturing his boots, shining beautifully in front of me, his pants, pockets full of knives to hold against my throat, caribiners with which to suspend me from ceilings, from trees, from any number of assorted and convenient hard points. I see him standing there, looking down at me as I look up at him, loving him, waiting for his instructions. I am to clench my pussy muscles for one minute, imagining his hand inside me, picturing myself, feeling myself gripping his wrist while he fucks me with his fist, while he growls filth into my ear, tells me I'm his sweet pet, tells me I'm his filthy fucking slut, his little fuck toy. He knows that deep, growling voice in my ear makes me cream for him, instant lust, the second fastest way to make me beg him to let his pet, his slut, his property, cum. (The fastest way is to hold a knife to my throat while fucking me to breaking point. Did I mention I don't do soft and fluffy??) The minute ends. I relax for a minute.


Clench again, squeeze my cunt muscles tight, feeling his hand teasing my g-spot, two minutes this time, I look down at his boots, I feel his hand in my sweet, soaking pussy, I ride his smooth, cool boot, I put the shine on it with my juices, flowing freely already. Relax for a minute. 


Again. Three minutes. His fist is deep inside my cunt, I'm holding his wrist tight as his tongue teases my clit, drawing the begging words out of my lips, 'please' the word rolls off my tongue, a necessity even in my limited vocabulary at the point of orgasm, if I couldn't say the word, I'd never be allowed to cum, and that my friends, is the fate of a thousand screams of frustration. Relax. 


Five minutes. He fucks me, he owns me, he knows it, I know it. He fucks me like property, and I beg him to let his pet cum, I beg him to let his slut cum, I beg. I wish he was fucking my ass, I wish he was standing on my throat and fucking my ass at the same time. I don't know if he's that flexible, but I will find a way to make it work. Believe me I will. Him fucking my ass, hard enough to make it hurt soooo gooood! I beg, I beg, I hear him roar, the screams are torn from my throat as my orgasm rips through me, permission or no, he cums into my ass, I feel him pouring into me, he hold my hips so hard it hurts, he could be no deeper inside me. Relax. 


I need to go find a vibrator. Now. 

Sex on Saturday

Saturday: House party in the middle of nowhere, picked up by D, blew him all the way there, then looked up and went "oh, are we there already?" We went inside, said hi to a few people, D sat down, and I tried to stop him getting back up, so he poked me with a plastic fork until someone handed him a hunting knife, and then he stroked me with that until someone had to take the drink out of my hand  so I wouldn't spill it while I shook like a leaf under the blade


 I found beardy man (S) and he tied me up, or rather, he tried to tie me up, I wriggled wildly, and he told me off for messing up his knots, and I told him off for tying me too loosely, and then for not being able to control feek and weeble little me, and he tied my ankles to the coffee table, so I sat up and got myself off the coffee table, but as my hands were tied behind my back, I couldn't get much further. It took him a lot of effort to get my legs tied together, but when he finally did, he put me on my shoulders, with my knees on the floor on either side of my head, and then PJ, who has really nice biceps, came along, and put his gorgeous muscles to good use, he found the sweet spot and worked it, and I came lots, but without permission, which was a bit weird, but ok. 


When they untied me I had to admire PJ's muscles, which, for the record, are deliciously biteable, I mean really, just delectable! I scratched him as well, and after a brief breather, we went to watch a scene. M was getting the living shit kicked out of her by D and R, and it was incredible, her shrieks weren't quite of the blood curdling variety, but they were up there! Especially when D beat her with an extension cable, neatly braided to take up less space, and cause more damage when in close contact with skin. There were also paddles, canes, a single tail or two, and a plethora of other evil things to hit people with, as well as two pairs of boots, and four fists attached to people unafraid to use them! I watched with my muscly friend, until I actually couldn't stand it any more, I was so horny I had to drag him off and jump him. So I did. He didn't mind. 


I got to play with sharp pointy things next, oyster shuckers I believe, although I've never shucked an oyster, and I couldn't be sure. They were fun anyway, and standing was not an option pretty soon! My legs melted and I fell onto a sofa, and then he stroked me some more with the sharp and pointies. 


I saw M then, a grin all over her face, she gave me a hug, and I told her how amazing it had been to watch her, she showed off her bruises, hard to come by for her she says, "I'm so happy!" It was wonderful to see her, grinning so much, still nearly naked, it was perfect. 


D gave me a lift back, and of course, I wasn't looking at the road on the journey home. 

Cherry Popping!

I went out on Friday (and meant to update this yesterday but spend most of my day asleep) with W and one of his friends, she's American too, black, braids, curvaceous, and fun, and has a really, really sweet ass, I mean really...


So we went out, got to the club up in Baltimore, which was her first fetish event! (So we popped her club cherry) and as we got separated on the way in, I said hi to a few people, including D, who was wearing a suit, which was wild considering I normally see him in a kilt, topless, it's a look that suits him, but he looked very dapper in a suit as well, and it turns out his shoes were perfect for trampling on my clit, I don't actually remember how I ended up on the floor, but I did, and nobody's ever ground their shoes into my clit before, but I liked it, I really did! And then some girl came over and told D off for being mean to my clit, and then I danced with her (horizontally) that was fun too, just grinding on the floor with another nearly naked chick! Then I went to dance around the poles for a little bit, topless by this time, I was wearing what some friends named the 'spaff skirt' because if you took a short-ish black skirt, and bukkaked it, I imagine the result would be very much the same. I was wearing really cute red and black crotchless panties too, so dancing round the pole was lots of fun, and people seemed to enjoy the bent over view of my ass!! 


I found the cute girl we'd brought along after that, and when I realised she'd never had a girl, I just had to take her down to the 'group room' (I can't believe nobody told me that was there last time I was at the venue. I mean seriously, that room has my name written all over it, and someone just forgot to tell me it was there?!? Can you Adam and Eve it??) We fell onto a bed and wasted no time disposing of each other's clothes, she has lovely boobs, not as big as mine, but really nice, and really soft skin, and deliciously biteable nipples. I got down to her slit though, and I have to say I wasn't thrilled to discover she wasn't shaved (in this day and age, who doesn't shave, I mean really?) But she was trimmed at least, so that was something, and actually she was quite yummy, I made her cum with my tongue (which nobody else has ever done before apparently!!) and then I made her cum with my hand while I sat on her face, and I have to say, I had heaps of fun! We went back upstairs then, and I watched D's girl getting turned into a pin cushion, it was incredible, by the time I got up there, she had nearly 200 needles in her already, and at one point yelled out "Oh my God it tickles!" My jaw was on the floor, she was writhing around, and laughing, huge grin on her face, and I think she was high on needles! It was time to go then, the lights started coming on, and the DJ started telling people to go home, and the person sticking needles in A had to take them out, but only after pouring a large quantity of surgical alcohol all over her, which got more smiles and wriggles, and then the needles started coming out. I gave her a kiss good bye while five needles at once got taken out of her arm, and she bit me, and then I had to go. 


A fun night all round I think, though it was a bit short.

S is for strapon!

Post SlutWalk, I went home with a girl who was there and also going to the evening's party, we stroked her chinchillas, and chatted on her bed before having a shower, scrubbing slogans off our bodies, and washing each other, with the occasional kiss, it was tender, soft, close, but not exceptionally steamy, just really nice. 


We headed to the party then, found it eventually, and I made a break for strip twister pretty quickly! No prizes for guessing who was naked first... But I took a few people down with me through fair means or foul (ok, I pushed them over, but they were pretty close to the ground already!)


After naked twister came C and R (the C I'm so utterly in lust with and her boyfriend) We said hi, and exchanged pleasantries, but I'm me, I move fast, and he was stroking me with sharp pointy things in no time. And in no time, I was putty in his hands, and then C was putting on her strap-on, and fastening in its sparkly silver dildo, and then plugging in the magic wand, and suddenly R's hand was around my neck while she fucked me and held the wand to my clit, and R made me wait to cum, and counted me down, and finally let me cum, I did hard. It was awesome. 


And then I came again, 


And again I think,


And it rocked.


And then C fisted me again while R poked me with his sharp, evil looking knives, and I came again and tried not to shake so much that I would stab myself.


And then C went for a wander after a bit of cuddling, and R brought out a really really sharp knife, and he found a way of rubbing it on my clit which nearly gave me what I would like to name a knifegasm and I shook like a magic wand on steroids, it was incredible, I couldn't feel my head, and I hadn't even cum.

I watched R stroking C with knives up against the st. Andrew's cross then, it was beautiful to watch them, she trembled and pressed herself against him and he caressed every inch of skin with the evil looking knives, but he did it so tenderly, and then she slid to the floor as if she was melting, and he held her stroking her hair, and kept her safe until she was able to do the whole standing up thing again.

S is for SlutsWalk

Woohoo! No parents for a whole two weeks!! Only the dog and an 18 year old to deal with now! 


Hands up who went to slut walk DC 2011? I was there, walking through DC in my underwear (This is me we're talking about, what did you expect me to wear?) I didn't have any paper, but someone had some permanent markers, so I got made into a poster! I had PROUD written on one arm, SLUT on the other, 'yes and only yes means yes' on my leg, 'consent is sexy' on my back, 'deal with it' on my chest, and something else somewhere I couldn't see. I think I made a great poster personally, and there were plenty of photos taken of me! 


We met in Lafayette Square, and then walked along, with lots of chants to the Washington Monument ("The Nation's biggest phallus!") where we congregated to hear some speakers talk on the subject of rape mostly. The speakers were a little depressing, all about how they'd been raped, and survived, some cried, some didn't, one thanked the Toronto police officer who had asked her, three times, what she had been wearing when she was raped, the answer - jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt. This police officer was of the firm belief that women could prevent themselves from being raped by wearing more clothes. That is how slutwalks began all over the globe. 


I was kinda wishing that a man would stand up as every speaker had been a woman, and I was really proud of the one who finally did, he had been raped, just over a year ago now, and he stood up, and told his story, and I wanted to go up and give him a great big hug, and say I'm sorry, because someone should apologise for what happened to the poor guy. 


We left a little after his story, and went to Fuddruckers because by this time we were all starving to death, and as we walked in nearly naked and covered in slogans, we got some interesting looks. One of the staff asked me why I had Proud Slut written on my arms, and was very cool when I told him, and we got a free milkshake at the table, which was cool. 


On the way back to someone's house, there was a guy on the metro with two kids, who asked us where we'd been, and seemed very supportive of our goals, which was cool. I hope that more parents are like that in the world.

For Science!

This is something that happened at Rope Camp, but I could not for the life of me tell you when, except that it was dark outside. 


A science experiment, with aims, and methodology and real science theory provided by our Cabin Sage! 


Hypothesis: Rope can transmit vibrations, and amplify them. 


Equipment: 
6x Hitachi magic wands, no attachments, two settings (stun & kill) 
Quantities of rope, both hemp and jute, not to be used together.


Participants:
Scientists:
BlueRisk
Doc_Remy11
Dov
ElRamon


Subjects: 
Me
PoeticDesires 
A control subject whose name I don't know


Method: A crotch harness will be tied accurately and tightly to the subject, ropes of approx 2 metres in length will then be attached to the crotch harness using a lark's head knot. Hitachi magic wands (added one at a time) will be held onto the taut rope near the end of the 2 metre length. 


Measurements:
Affect will be measured by the subjects' opinions.


Things to test:
Is there a difference in effect dependent on the kind of rope? Hemp and Jute to be tested.
How does the distance between the crotch harness and the end of the rope affect the vibrations received by the subject?


How it went down:


Control subject:
Giggled lots, I didn't catch much else. (sorry, I'm not a scientist, I confess!) 


Me:
Hemp used first, limited affect, vibrations vastly reduced by the rope and distance between wand and clitoris. 
Jute next, affect diluted even more, subject exhibits frustration and starts wriggling. Science is then abandoned and six Hitachi magic wands are held onto subject's clit, subject is subjected to mass teasing and forbidden to orgasm until permitted by cabin consensus. Methods of torture include countdowns, voting on whether permission to orgasm is deserved by the subject. 


PoeticDesires:
Science abandoned again, subject screams that she is "Cabin Bitch for life" and is then allowed to cum. Reports come from three cabins away of hearing that exclamation.


Cave Johnson, signing off, for science.

A very Happy Hour!

I went to my first Happy Hour last night. Don't think 2 for 1 drinks, this is a kinky get together in a bar, so supposedly vanilla, which didn't stop me making out with C, and D, and getting thoroughly spanked by him for withholding his Guinness, and making out with R and C at the same time, and showing everyone my still very bruised tits! 


It was a really fun night, and a great chance to meet some new people, and catch up with some of the people who went to rope camp, including our lovely Cabin Bitch, and plenty of others. 


The way back was the best fun though, C and I were in the back of her boyfriend's car making out, before she got into the front seat to give some road head while I reached around the back of her seat to giver her some digital attention while keeping my clit in range of her boyfriend's thumb. Getting pulled over could have been really interesting....

This one time at rope camp - Sunday

I fell asleep, exhausted, and awoke with MB standing over me, it was just light outside, and I'd said that I wanted to be tied up to the sunrise, so I showered quickly, grabbed a clif bar and a bottle of gatorade, and headed out with him, we found a small wooden structure, and I have no idea what its intended purpose is, but it was perfect for tying me up to, I was suspended from it in no time, floating in bliss, with the beautiful morning light all around me, and the sound of the birds in the trees filling the air. After taking photos of me from every angle, and admiring the fact that I was in rope space, and commenting that it's rare to find someone who truly loves rope like that, he took me down then, and we went over to one of the benches by the fire circle, he lay me down on it, and we had a kind of morning sex new to me, with the sun rising behind us, and the world empty of life except for the birds, post rope, blissful, relaxed but passionate. 


We lay there for a few moments, smiling, savouring the sweet soft light, and then it was time to get back to the cabin, it was 7:45 by this time, and as D had said he wanted to wake up at 8, I went to give him his wake up call. I'm told that the best way for a man to be woken is by my lips on his cock, so I woke him, gently, softly, caressing his cock with my tongue, loving every inch of it, and then his eyes opened, and he looked down and me and smiled and stroked my hair, and I felt so happy. I guess it's just my place in life, making people happy with my mouth... 


We fell asleep again though, and woke an hour later, headed to breakfast and then packed up in the cabin before reporting to HQ for clean up duties. When the cleanup was finally done, the cabins swept, the grass checked for foil packets, and the rigs taken down from the trees and good byes all said, we got into the car, still tired, but very very happy. I'm sure you can guess by now that I didn't spend the journey watching the road. What I did instead was perfect a new manoeuvre in my blow job arsenal, a combination of hand and mouth that led D to pull over shortly before we reached our destination, because one can't orgasm and drive safely at the same time, and his orgasms seem pretty intense to me! When we were driving along again, I put my leg up on the dashboard the better to get myself off, and as I asked to cum, his yes was joined with a big smile on his face. I spent the rest of the journey grinning, and said good bye sadly, I really hadn't wanted to leave camp, ever. If only it were a kinky commune of rope artists, just living there, having fun, doing our thing and enjoying the company of our friends and lovers in kinky, hippy harmony..... Ahhh pipe dreams...

This one time at rope camp - Saturday

I can't remember what happened on Saturday morning, but in the afternoon I went to the pool, and found that the giant beach ball was in use, someone was rolling around the pool in it, trying and failing to stand up, it looked like huge fun, so I went next, and got pushed around, and fell over, and played with the beach balls in there, I felt like such a kid. And when I got out, I was suddenly overwhelmed by an incredible idea, I convinced another girl to join me, and we both got into the beach ball with her celebrator, and we made each other cum, lots. And we both squirt, it was huge fun, and we did an 'alligator death roll' in the beach ball full of girly cum, and made each other cum again, and again, and then some more! Then by the time we got out it was dinner time. 


After dinner came dessert, C and I were tied up together to a long table, and chocolate was put all over us, only a couple of people used their hands to take the chocolate, most, unsurprisingly, used their mouths, which was lots of fun! And when that was finished and we were untied, suddenly she was fisting me again!! And then I wandered a bit after that, and when I'd got my legs back, and then I tried out fire play and decided it was too hot (yeah yeah, I know) and then I christened my pinwheel properly, my tits were thoroughly cupcaked, and then pinwheeled until little tracks of blood spots came up, and I thought 'Holy shit, maybe I am turning into a pain slut' and I couldn't reach the blood with my tongue, and Dear God I'm worried about myself. But at the same time, I'm enjoying what I'm doing right now, and I don't want to stop!


Anyway, back on topic, R took photos for me, and once I was untied I stood up on my shaky bambi legs, and headed slowly for the exit, saying good night to a couple of people on the way. I called a taxi on the radio, and when D drove up in it, I hopped in next to him, and leaned on his shoulder and was almost dozing despite the bumpy route when MB, sat on the back of the golf cart shouted 'D! Hold up, I think I forgot something!" My take down had been on the agenda since Wednesday, and I half knew it was coming, but as I turned to D with curiosity in my eyes, an arm was thrown around my throat and suddenly I wasn't in the golf cart but lying flat in the wet grass, and then there were loads of people standing around me, and I was too surprised to struggle, or scream, or even pretend to put up some kind of fight, so that by the time I had an ounce of sense left, my arms were already being held behind my back while someone got the rope sorted, I started to struggle then, not as hard as I could have done, but I was trying to be half way convincing, I kicked and twisted my arms out of the way, and ended up in a serious stress position, elbows tied tight behind my back, thrown over on one side, a cock shoved in my mouth, and then C was there with a rubber glove and working on fisting me again, and Then someone else came along, and with two fingers in my ass, and two in my soaking cunt, he made me cum, but not without permission, which was only granted after screaming 'Please let the cabin slut cum!' at the top of my voice, I'm sure the entire camp could hear me, and then after a count down, I finally got the yes. Then a post op trans who was there was in front of me with a strap on, and I was sucking that before she fucked me with it, and I came again, again begging for permission for the Cabin Slut to cum. I was fucked, and punched and grabbed and held wide open for their abuse, and as we were right by the track, the golf cart took every opportunity to drive by and show his passengers the scene by the side of the road. Once, a different cart drove by, slowed briefly, and then, without a word from its occupants, was on its way again. My captors burst out laughing at this reaction to such an apparently ordinary event at camp. 


When everyone was tired out, MB gave me my final instructions for the evening, and two people helped me into the golf cart again, on legs so shaky they could barely hold me. I fell against D, my dress covered in mud, my skin covered in bruises, my brain completely empty of blood. 


We reached the cabin, and my legs managed to carry me in, and there, under MB's pillow, was the official Camp Slut award, a framed certificate, which I fully intend to put up on my wall the next time I live alone or in a kink friendly household. 

This one time at rope camp - Friday

On Friday I woke up in D's bed, we'd found a way to fit both of us in it just about comfortably. We went to breakfast first I think, and then he sat on his chair outside the cabin on the grass and I took up my position in front of him on my knees, passersby waved and greeted us, and I waved back without looking up, they understood I'm sure. I went to a class in the morning with G, Hojojitsu, it was lots of fun, a rougher form of tying, technically a martial art, involving quick, effective ties designed to cause the victim great discomfort if they struggle, lots of the knots were self constricting, and most of them went around the neck at some point so that wriggling one's wrists resulted in a bit of strangulation, it was fun! And I got to be the class comedian when I was accused of being an argumentative slut, only to blurt out, completely without thinking 'Am not!!' I only realised what I'd said when everyone laughed. I have to agree it was funny. 

At lunch, someone knew had arrived, so after revisiting the underside of L's table, and thrusting my head under his kilt, I offered his friend 'table service' this was away from the staff, and once the new guy had had his satisfaction, I got between C's legs for the first time, she's delicious, and finally I could show my lust for her, and now it is so much more!! 

After lunch I was talking to MB, when I suddenly found an arm around my neck, and my back flat on the decking outside the cabin, then there was a hitachi on my clit, and my five male cabin mates (all very strong) were holding me down while they forced me to orgasm! A tear rolled down my left cheek finally, and instantly became famous among my captors. A 'Hitachi firing squad was planned for that evening, but this took me completely by surprise. As I was lying there unable to move, MB whispered in my ear; 'do you know the best bit? This isn't your takedown, that's still to come!" I started laughing then. 

After a class titled 'fuck sensuality' which included lots of fun ties for having sex, many of which could be tied without interrupting the sex, I headed back down to the pool to help make a floating raft for Saturday's pool side play party, I lashed pool noodles together, and tied them onto other pool toys, and threw beach balls at people's heads, and generally had a great time being childish. Then someone decided to put me on top of some noodles so they could spank me, and then somehow we were making a St. Andrew's cross out of the noodles, and then I was being tied, on my St. Andrew's cross, to the rest of the raft, with my tits 'cupcaked' again, and attached to the noodle my head was resting on, and my legs were tied to the noodles, and I was thoroughly trussed up, although I did still have some mobility, pool noodles aren't quite as good for bondage as wood or metal. Then people started spanking me, abusing my tits, and in D's case, taking a small rugby ball full of water instead of air, and hitting me with it! L decided to join in then, and tried to make me cum with three fingers, normally this is a sure fire way to get me off, but he just wasn't doing it hard enough! So after a while of being frustratingly on the edge of orgasm, I screamed at him; "Put your fucking back into it!!" I was loud, people laughed, and L's laugh was evil, when, a minute later, when he did put his back into it, and was joined by A with a celebrator on my clit, I asked to be allowed to cum, he made me wait a bit, counted down from 10, said yes, and then, just as I was right on the teetering edge, he snatched his hand back and knocked the celebrator out of the way exclaiming "Oh I've got cramp" I swore at him, and tried to kick him, or splash him, or something, it didn't really work because I was still tied to the noodles. I was eventually allowed to orgasm, and did so hard and gratefully, and then got untied and hovered at the edge of the pool in the warm water, feeling warm and fuzzy. 


We had dinner then, and then at 10 headed to the dungeon for the performances, all we knew was that there was going to be a version of who's line is it anyway, with the 'line' being rope of course, but we were quickly enlightened. Who's line was first, and I found myself being tied up with 'props' which included a large clear plastic cone, a Russian military hat, and a Christmas stocking, which was an interesting look, my opponent's props consisted of a picture frame, an old fashioned wire toasting frame, and a pair of coke bottle glasses. The round was declared a draw and the two riggers would work as a team in the final round. 


The next item was 'bungee sub' one of the Presenters at camp suspended his sub using bungee cord, and she bounced around the room and looked like she was having heaps of fun, it was very entertaining, especially as she was able to move, but still tied up, so in escaping from his single tail by bouncing to one end of the stage, she was inevitably dragged back into its range by the bungee cords. 


The next round of Whose line is it anyway? Came next, two new submissives, different and equally whacky props, and two different riggers to put the two together. This round descended into chaos very quickly. Starting with one of the submissives being 'candy caned' and ending with submissive 1 tied up high, with submissive 2 tied up below her but to her, with props in between. I laughed so hard it hurt. 


Next up, a giant tarp, plenty of rope, a big ladder, two submissives, and two watermelons. What on earth could one do with such a combination?! Easy, suspend the submissives, and hang the watermelons in a net bag in between them. Then swing submissive A into Submissive B dragging her by her ankles, and release! Submissive A swings into submissive B with the watermelons in between them, watermelons are helpfully pre-cut, and smash beautifully, spraying juice everywhere! It was hilarious, I've never seen a mid-air watermelon fight before!


And For the final act, we had the final of 'whose line is it anyway?' The two teams of riggers had one rope bottom each, one male, one female. The one with the male bottom started their round by flouting the 60 feet of rope rule, they split their rope in half, making 120 feet, or trying to, it got tangled, so they stole the other team's rope, tied the other team's ankles together, stole props, tied a rope with a weight to someone's cock piercing so he had to follow them, and all this time, one of the riggers was very quietly rigging his model at the edge, avoiding the shenanigans going on in the middle of the room, I honestly laughed so hard my sides hurt!


At about 2:30, when we found C and headed to the dungeon because she wanted to fist me, the beautiful, and very skillful woman I'd admired and lusted after and been shy of since I met her at my first party this side of the pond, her preferred dress is a pretty and feminine outfit finished with combat boots, a look she pulls of with perfect mastery. I'd been nervous of the idea of trying to chat her up and ask her if she'd like to play, I confess, and when she said she'd like to fist me, I was over the moon!! How could I not want to be fisted by this beautiful vision of deviancy!? Unfortunately, we got kicked out of the dungeon at 3am, as we were still lying on the mats, with me still unable to feel my head from lack of blood. I stumbled out into the night, and, again, was grateful for the golf cart taxi service that ran around the site. 

This one time at band camp - Thursday

So Thursday started really well, I was awake, MB was awake in my cabin, and we decided it would be a good idea to have a shower, then tie me to a tree, then go to breakfast. 


It was a good idea.... The shower was fun, if a little cramped, and the rope started well, and I was sitting in a rope swing, hanging from the tree and enjoying myself with MB between my legs, when I suddenly felt really sick, and my ears went horribly cold and tingly. And MB got me down from the tree as fast as he could, but suddenly I was in someone's arms as he was getting me down, and I was feeling ok again, if a little tired, and then it slowly dawned on me that I had fainted. For 57 seconds apparently, I was unconscious. Not good. Really not good. I HATE fainting, it's embarrassing and scary for me, it's got to be terrifying for the person who ties you up if you suddenly drop, and it's just generally a horrible experience. I stood there for a while and put my clothes (read: underwear and flip flops) back on, and then we decided that we had probably got things the wrong way around, and we should have had breakfast and then  tied me up. Still, lesson learned, seriously! No tying on empty stomachs, it is very bad for you!


I was a demo bottom for a class on breast bondage that day, I'm an H cup, so pretty freakin' perfect if you want to tie up tits! I got 'cupcaked' which is when you tie up the breasts by wrapping them in rope around and around so that when you've finished, the boobs look quite a bit like cupcakes! It was a fun class! Lunch was next, and then D dyed my hair an even brighter shade of red, which looks awesome by the way. But this being rope camp, I was naked and tied to the chair while my hair was dyed, it was fun, especially as all of this happened outside the cabin, with people wandering past and watching. And of course while my dye set in, D got a blow job, again, although a careful one this time because I didn't want to get any dye on his clothes, not that he was wearing many...


Dinner was next, during which I was told that I was 'a slut, but not a very good one' to which I reacted with appropriate indignation, not a good one indeed, why, pray tell? 'Well, if you were a good one, you'd be under the table right now!" I replied that the floor was dirty and was told that meant that I wasn't a slut, so I swore at the man in question and then ducked under the table to prove him wrong. I don't care if that's exactly what he wanted, I don't let the gauntlet fall unheeded. There's a great photo of his plate on the table from his perspective, and looking at it, the next thing you notice is the pair of eyes looking up at the camera from under the table. It's a brilliant shot. We moved outside then, as I exclaimed 'found it!' on emerging from under the table, I don't think anyone fell for it though... 


We went to the pool, and he sat on a deck chair, while his female companion of the moment sat next to him and played with herself, but before long, he lifted my head up by my hair and thrust my head between her legs. I didn't complain, it was a lovely place to be, I still hold that I don't get to play with enough women!! Unfortunately her Master had forbidden her to cum, but when I was moved back between the guy's legs, she was told to make me cum because he wanted to see me squirt, she didn't quite succeed, but kept me on the edge of orgasm for a long time trying! She was fisting me in the end, and eventually, I did orgasm, hard.


And then it was fire circle time! We had toasted marshmallows, and drumming, and dancing round the fire in various stages of undress, and people were fire spinning, which is wicked, I got a fire hug as well, I stood very still, naked rather than wearing anything synthetic, and the guy with the chains on fire stood very close in front of me, and spun his chains, and it was very cool, because it was dark, the light of the fire rushed past us as the chains swung, and his eyes were such a cool, pale blue in the firelight, it was wild. Then we parted and I went back to toasting marshmallows and dancing naked round the fire with D, and lots of other fun people. 


We watched people cracking flaming bullwhips, and using flaming swords, and in one case, a flaming hula hoop, expertly used! And then D decided it would be a great idea to add to the drumming on my ass. that went on for some time, and then some more time, until his arms were tired and you could have toasted marshmallows on my ass! We wandered off then, and he fucked me up against a tree, wearing his key ring of a PA for the first time while fucking me. It was gooooood. (when I say key ring, think just shy of the tiffany ones you see around) 


It just so happened that we were pretty near the dungeon at this point, so we went in, and he tied me up, so that I was horizontal, with my head at the perfect height for cock sucking. So I did plenty of that while my poor bruised tits were tortured, (by this point the bruises had properly developed, and the morning cupcaking had made the right one develop a tartan pattern, we couldn't decide what family the tartan belonged to though! he hit me with various of his implements, his toybox looked like my kitchen drawer, an whisk, a big fish flipper, wooden spoon, spatula... There was a stun baton as well, which made a loud cracking noise, and which really hurt! So much in fact, that for the first time, possibly ever, I had to cry yellow so he wouldn't use it any more! I think however, that I might let revoke my yellow and say it's a go if he's feeling really evil. Am I crazy? (that's a rhetorical question) he moved onto a carving fork then, a really sharp one, it was pointy, and sharp, and made me shiver all over in that delightfully uncontrollable way. 


He took me down a while later, after I slapped him across the face for the stun baton, or perhaps for something else, I forget. We wrestled then, and I 'lost' although that depends on your definition. I ended up on my back with him straddling me, both of my wrists locked in one of his hands while he slapped me across the face repeatedly, this is enough to make me both mellow, and soaking, and the sex that ensued was necessary and passionate. 


We went to waffle house for a midnight snack, my first time, and an American cultural education, I had a buttermilk waffle with that yummy whipped butter stuff they have, tons of 'breakfast syrup' and sausage, and bacon, which was yummy, and a hash brown with Bert's Chilli and cheese, I don't know who Bert is, but he makes really good chilli! During a funny conversation with the two staff on duty about the American cuisine, and the Royal Wedding (for which one could buy souvenir toilet seats if one's taste had been so awful) neither of them noticed the rope harness I was still wearing, and which was still visible above the line of my dress. Or maybe they were just so used to insanity at the Waffle House at that hour of the morning. On the way back, D got, you guessed it, my mouth around his lovely cock, and I got a dead arm, again. 


I had been determined that he should cum in my mouth, and when we got back to camp and stopped the car, we ran round to the back, and I lay in the back of the car with my head over the edge of the boot's rim, deep throating him for all I was worth. Then we switched, and he sat on the edge of the boot (sorry, trunk) while I got on my knees in the wet grass, he finished himself with a hand and filled my mouth with cum, and I mean filled, he doesn't cum as often as P, but he cums buckets, I was almost afraid of drowning!! I played with it in my mouth briefly before realising that I couldn't communicate that I ordinarily don't swallow, and don't like to swallow, without permission from the giver, so I had to swallow. 


We strolled back to the cabin then, a big grin all over my face, and fell asleep with his cock in my mouth (we didn't wake up like that due to my mouth trying to close around his cock, I had warned him that if he put his cock in my mouth while I was asleep it was at his own risk!) 


Stand by for Friday's Adventures!

This one time at band camp - Wednesday

That's the catch phrase of Rope Camp 2011 as far as I'm concerned. 


I only heard about Rope camp some time last week, at which point I immediately got on the case of sweet talking the event runner into letting me register late, she did, which was wicked, and so, on Wednesday, I packed my bag and headed up to Baltimore, I was picked up at the station, and, seeing as the guy driving has such a lovely cock, it wasn't long before it was deep in my throat, not an easy feat in a car! I paused only at the toll gate, and got back to work as soon as we were through. When we eventually arrived, my arm was dead, completely, but I wasn't complaining, I mean, at least it was my left arm! 


So we arrived, registered, got lanyards and cool 'Rope Camp' flasks, and headed towards our cabins. At which point I realised that I needed sheets, so we went to Walmart (apparently the devil shops there) and got sheets. Only, it took us almost an hour to get to Walmart because as we were on the road, I was giving head, and as I was giving head, it didn't really matter how long the journey took (read: very circuitous route, to the point where I actually lifted my head for a moment to ask if we were just going round in circles). But we found the Walmart, got sheets (I have a cool new stripy one!) and then headed back (with blowjob) via the off license, because some genius in Maryland decided that you can't sell alcohol in supermarkets.


Then we got back to camp, christened my new sheets, and went back to D's cabin to chill out, at which point I met the group in the cabin next to D's, a group of New York based riggers, including a cigar smoker, (yes, his ash tray was female). They were a great bunch and I promptly decided to decamp from my boring empty cabin to their much more fun one! So I did, with the official title of Cabin Slut (the ash tray was Cabin Bitch, we also had a Cabin Exhibitionist, a Cabin Dad, and a few other things I think). We got in the pool shortly afterwards, this place was great, cabins instead of tents, real beds (even if they did squeak a lot and I managed to break mine twice) a pool, a massive dungeon, everything! So anyway, we got in the pool and had lots of fun chucking a beach ball around, and then we had dinner, and then it was playtime! We headed to the dungeon in a golf cart 'taxi' with lots and lots of toys, and me wearing my remote vibe, my stainless steel plug, and, umm, oh yeah, nothing else! We got there, found a suspension rig, and D tied me to it so my calves and thighs were tied together and then tied to the top corners of the rig, I was feeling pretty helpless by the time he'd done that! Then he brought out the 'fuck saw' and wow. I have completely lost count of how many times he made me cum with it, but it was a lot, and it was a lot of fun, and when he untied me, my legs just kept shaking for what felt like ages. 


We bagged a mat then, and 'tussled' I lost, of course, and I was kind of trying to escape, or struggle but not really... anyway, it was lots of fun, and by the time we were done wrestling round on the mats, it seemed like a very good opportunity to find a sofa and have sex, so we did. (Aftercare is fun!) It was a scene that really left me trembling though, I mean, by the time we'd finished, a tear ran down my face, and I gave it to D, it was a perfect moment, especially because I felt I'd really taken a lot, and the endorphins were rushing round my body like there was no tomorrow. 


We got back to the cabin eventually, and went to our separate little single beds and slept (although in my cabin, we stayed up for a while telling filthy jokes).

Sharp and Pointy

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Saturday Swinging

I'm a terrible person, I'm sorry, I'm not sure how it's got to Wednesday before I managed to sit down and write about Saturday!


I went to a swingers party with a girl and a guy (I think I may have forgotten to write about them as well, but she and I both squirt like crazy, and he knows exactly where the sweet spot is.) We met up beforehand and went to his place, we had sex, flooded his bed, drank absinthe, and then had a shower, then I discovered that actually my tongue can be put to good use on at least one woman, I'm quite proud of that, I'm ace with guys, that much I know, but I have so much less experience with women! Anyway, then I ended up on the living room floor, and he decided that another flood was in order, so he brought the rain, so to speak, and afterwards, when he went to do his laundry (the sheets really did need a wash) I burst out laughing at sudden images of the people in the flat below suddenly finding a leak in their ceiling. It was a funny image, especially to my orgasm addled brain. Then, even more fun, I discovered that the wooden floor was slippy enough that I could push off the wall and slide a couple of feet on the slippy patch! 


When he got back from doing laundry, we went out to the party, get this, it was a swingers party, with no sex, or nudity allowed. WTF??? Is all I can say to that. What kind of swingers party is it if there's no sex or nudity?!!?!


Anyway, screw the rules, you should know me well enough to guess that I was naked and buried between my lady's legs in short order. We stripped round the pole, and then she sat on the sofa and I practiced my tongue skills, and then the guy made me gush everywhere, again. We had fun. Probably because we broke all the rules!


We met the owner later on the balcony, and he invited us to all future parties, especially ones he mentioned which did not have such swing-inhibiting rules! Apparently, there is a secret venue in a car park where they have secret swingers parties, and people are actually allowed to get naked and have sex. They even have a glory hole party somewhere. Although I confess that doesn't interest me quite as much as the orgies that go on, I do quite like to see whose cock I'm sucking, shocking I know...

Knot a Party

Yes it's a terrible pun, sorry, suggestions for improvements are always welcome! 


I went to a 'meeting' yesterday, a group of rope 'Artists' got together to share skills and tie up naked people, so exactly my kind of place! But it wasn't a party, it was a get together, so I expected to go, get a few knots tied, and chat, and not much more. Sounded ok, but you know me, I get bored with the simple life. Oh, and did I mention that the beardy guy from last weekend was going too? Knowing he'd be there was the reason I went really, being tied up by him was crazy fun!


So anyway, I got there, and it was just someone's flat, and some people were kind of beginners with rope, so it was an educational evening for them, but for those of us who knew what we were doing, it was heaps of fun, there was a bit of discussion first, and we passed around different kinds of rope, and admired the feel of some of them, and got excited about the glow in the dark rope (very cool stuff, but it doesn't feel as nice as my new love, jute.) After we'd partnered up, things got going faster, S (beardy man) knows jujitsu as well as shibari and kinbaku, so I was on the floor pretty quickly, down to underwear already, and oh my lord was I soaking. Spot the rope slut...


He tied me up every which way, and he's a fickle guy, he seemed to change his mind quite often on how he was going to tie me up, and he enjoys manhandling, treating a woman like a rag doll. Fortunately, I have a fetish for being on the receiving end of such treatment, unfortunately, the carpet in the flat was evil, and I have horrible carpet burn on my knees. Oops.... I really should restrict my fetishes for winter, when such things are easier to hide. It's about 101 degrees Fahrenheit at the moment, that's pushing 40 celcius! Wearing jeans is not an option in other words.  


Anyway, it was a great night, I got tied up thoroughly, and suspended briefly, and pinwheeled into ecstasy, and I have bruised tits again (will I never learn...) and I learnt not to tell S that I would be somewhere 'with bells on' he commented on my turn of phrase earlier in the week, and said he'd have to find somewhere to put those bells, but I confess I was a little surprised when he did actually pull a couple of little bells out of his bag of tricks. They attached very neatly to the chain between my nipple clamps, and then he led me around the flat by them, making me jingle like crazy, and humming jingle bells. My nipples are really quite tender today, funnily enough...


Oh it's a hard life being me... Maybe I'll put my Domme hat on tonight, and nothing else...

A little pain never hurt anyone...

Where do I start to tell you about my weekend?! Friday night was a club near Baltimore, technically a swingers club, but every month, one night is handed over to us sexual deviants, sounds fun right? There's a big dance floor, cool people, rooms downstairs for getting one's freak on, although you sometimes have to book rooms, and there are too many private ones where nobody can see what's going on, what's the point I ask you?! I like to watch, and I like to be watched, just being able to hear the screams gets a little boring. I got tied up in one of those rooms. The tier had all the speed of a glacier. I mean really, after an hour, I had a couple of pointless ropes round my waist, and up over my shoulders, nothing was restrained. Completely pointless act if you ask me, and my dear lord did he take his sweet time, and did I mention how horrifically slow he was!?


The night was great fun other than that though, lots of cool people, I did some pole dancing, which is always fun. And then I watched a beautiful scene, a very pretty oriental looking girl got tied up by D, a hot black guy, strong and lean, and fine looking. He suspended her from the ceiling before whipping her, spanking her, pulling her hair, fucking her with a hooters mini baseball bat (of all things!) he teased her nipples, and used 'zippers' on her (zippers, as I found out, are long strings with clothes pegs tied onto them at intervals, so that once they've been applied, they can be tugged off in one long movement, like a zipper!) It was incredible to watch, but even more incredible than watching the scene, was watching the hug that followed, she sat on a high stool in front of him, and he stood between her legs, and they hugged, and the expressions on their faces were beautifully, blissfully, and completely happy, it would have been sacrilegious to interrupt a moment like that, but it would have been great if someone had a camera nearby.  


Saturday night was more fun I think. A house party, middle of nowhere, northern Virginia, long drive into nowhere land, followed by teetering down a gravel drive in heels not made for such surfaces in the dark. The house was nice, big, lots of bedrooms, a garage with a smoking area outside and a couple of st. Andrew's crosses inside, a girl being whipped on one of them as we walked in (me and the couple from the paragraph above.) We stowed our bags, wandered around the house, greeted people we knew, and then I watched as two girls got suspended from the ceiling beams in the living room, an awesome sight, and some beautiful work! As soon as one of the suspension mats was free, my couple had some fun on it, they wrestled, he bit her, pulled her around by her hair, then with his teeth clamped into her thigh, then spanked her hard, she struggled, and their position changed frequently, they were clearly both strong, I guess that's what made it so great to watch. By the time they finished, her ass was a rosy shade, and they were both shiny with sweat from the exertion. They left to smoke, and I found myself suddenly kneeling before a guy I'd never met before, but he looked like he knew what he was doing, and actually knew what I meant when I said 'Kinbaku,' it's my new love affair. The rope marks can be inconvenient, and hard to explain, but they are so worth it!! 
He tied me roughly, tugging me around like a rag doll, torturing my nipples cruelly, pulling on my hair, tying me into uncomfortable positions and enjoying my whimpers of pain. The mats were rough, but not the kind that actually gives you carpet burn (thank goodness!) and I was tied and rolled and pushed and pulled and spanked, and lifted, and lowered, and by the end, I curled up in a ball, hugging his leg as he put away his rope. I'm normally (I like to think) quite good at writing erotica, but I honestly could not do this justice, all I know is I was soaking my pretty green panties by the time he was done! The thing that really stands out in my mind, I think, is the tit squishing. There is probably a technical term for it, but I don't know it. Rope was tied around my tits, which makes them very sensitive after a little while, then I was put on my front, with my arms tied behind my back, and my ankles were lifted off the ground, and high up in the air. Almost all my weight was, by this time, on my poor abused breasts! 


After that, we wandered some more, I discovered a little pool, warm as a bath tub, and salt water, not chlorinated. In there were my friends, and how could I resist the warm inviting water? I got in, and as everyone was skinny dipping, I realised quite how many piercings my escort had! He must set off metal detectors at airports with his prince albert alone! It was huge! Well, being me, I took that as a challenge, and once he'd removed the piercing (very hard things to swallow you know?) I went to work! The blissed out expression on his face was lovely and rewarding. 


After some more socialising, the couple had to leave (there went my chance of a threesome :( ) and I found the man with the beard and the rope again, and got tied up again, and moaned, and gasped, and whimpered, and discovered when he removed his clothes so I could give him a blow job, that he was wearing tighty whiteys, is that ever a good look? Really? Still, he had a nice cock, and I was completely incapacitated, and I wasn't exactly complaining about it!! I discovered then that he was a sadist, my whimpers of pain provoked positive reactions in his cock, which was lots of fun. I guess I was in a funny mood, because I started making him work for those little whimpers. People were falling asleep around us, so I tried to be quiet, but that's not so easy when someone is mauling your breasts, which are already oversensitive from the last time they got tied up and abused! So there was some squeaking going on. He told me then that he couldn't really cum unless he was inflicting pain, a troubling thought when I keep trying to convince the world that I'm NOT a painslut, sure, I enjoy a little bit of pain, but nothing hardcore! We paused then, moved to a comfy chair in a warmer location, cuddled briefly, before I said 'I want to make you cum, but I'm not sure how much pain that would cost me, and I don't want to wake everyone up by being noisy.' I think he interpreted this, as 'make yourself cum' so I corrected him. 'Hurt me.' He didn't need telling twice, he grabbed my nipples, hyper sensitive by now, I struggled and gasped as I choked on his cock, and he started on my breasts again, mauling them roughly, but, somehow, not roughly enough. I looked up into his eyes, 'Harder!' He obliged, and when he came down my throat, I think my nipples were very grateful for the release! We found an empty bed then, and went to bed spooning, 'nobody's ever let me hurt them like that before' he said, and I was all confused, I thought I was a softie!