Tuesday, November 24
I still don't know lol
I went to the local munch here to visit with my friends but as I got to the door I felt this huge rush of adrenaline, my knees started to tremble and my heart was racing. It was the first time that I've been out in the kinky public since that intense playtime, although I have seen her many times after. I sat down and tried my best to join in but caught myself searching the room for any indication of who might have been there, I guess I was looking for some naughty eye contact to help me find them lol. I did finally settle down and forgot about how I felt going in there. About an hour later a switch friend came up to me and passed a CD into my hand, it said "A Night of Delight". She said it was left on her doorstep and didn't know who left it but then she asked if I was out having fun last weekend. lol. I felt a hot flash rush through my body again as I remembered that night all again and now I have this CD in my hand with the proof of my naughty adventure. There were several women now looking at me, grinning ear to ear and I think this added to my hot flash, my face was on fire it seemed. They did not acknowledge that they were there but they were interested in seeing the pictures. I am suspicious of these women now but in a fun way. I was teased for most of the night on what they were going to do with me when they got their chance and my body continued to get hot, my head spun and I flushed and I squirmed in my seat to the point that it was noticeable and then she asked me if I was alright. That was a hard question to answer in front of a lot of people and she must have looked into my eyes because before I could answer the question she said that I looked like I was still in subspace. She knew me so well she actually saved me from answering the question.
Friday, November 20
Such a bad boy!!
Her slave and I get along really well and have many good laughs. Lately though he has been very vocal about the things he would like to "do" to me and the testosterone levels are quite high. He has become some what a bit too dom and cocky for her liking and has spent the last few days secured in a shock collar that's been wrapped around his cock and balls. I imagine the electric current running through the steel nodes is quite strong as it puts him on his knees quickly and on one occasion a hint of a tear nearly surfaced. It didn't take long for the attitude to change mind you so the correction was more than effective. I know that one is being designed for me but I wonder if it will have the same effect. That same electric current could possibly force an orgasm instead since pain is more my kink than his. I wonder what would happen if I was being corrected but then had an orgasm instead? lol
Thursday, November 19
Toyland
We went shopping today in the local toy store, my task was to find a pervertable toy in a children's toy store. First thing I saw usable was a light saber, with a flick of the wrist a 3 foot long plastic rod for some interesting insertable fun. And then there was a bag of life size plastic fruit, easily put in the freezer for the frozen cave experience. I wondered though how the bumpy batch of frozen grapes would feel as they found they way. lol In the baby section I found a teething vibrator with small little handles that could be tied just about anywhere.
We settled on the purchase of the robotic claw for pinching my nipples and other such places, non-toxic washable paint for body painting and a dart gun with extra foam darts. This will be modified with thumb tacks glued to the ends. It was decided that the paint could also be used to paint a big target on my ass so it was included in the purchase. Oh!! I almost forgot the rubber skipping rope, but that wasn't my idea. She wants to try a rubber whip, just for fun.
We settled on the purchase of the robotic claw for pinching my nipples and other such places, non-toxic washable paint for body painting and a dart gun with extra foam darts. This will be modified with thumb tacks glued to the ends. It was decided that the paint could also be used to paint a big target on my ass so it was included in the purchase. Oh!! I almost forgot the rubber skipping rope, but that wasn't my idea. She wants to try a rubber whip, just for fun.
Monday, November 16
Surprise !!
We had planned for a girl's night with movies, games and a load of laughing. I was the first one there and we relaxed while the rest of them showed up. But things changed so dramatically and I was so totally taken by surprise. . . . . . . here's what happened.
I hadn't seen her in a few days and when I came in, headed over to the kitchen to give her a big hug. We sat at the table, talking a bit and looking at some pictures she had just received. Her slave was busy working down the hall, fully concentrating on his task and not saying a word. She said the others were coming a bit later and I wondered to myself who was going to make it, but just before I was going to ask, I heard her slave come into the kitchen and she got up to meet him. I continued looking at the pictures but I kept quiet as I was expecting her to give some other instructions for him but instead I felt the cool leather wrap around my eyes tightly and a silk scarf gag to prevent any further questions I may have asked. Blinded, I was ordered to strip everything off. The leather cuffs were secured around my wrists and ankles, followed by my collar and finished off with a length of chain that attached them all together. I was ordered to my knees and with the leash as my only guide, took my position on the floor as her pet.
I heard the doorbell ring several times, shivers running up and down my spine as I was kneeling naked on the floor. I didn't know who had just entered, no one spoke a word and the silence was intense as I tried so hard to listen to the smallest amount of noise. Someone took my leash and walked me into the other room, actually she walked and I crawled on all fours like I should have. The sound of the chain dragging on the hard-wood floor was all that could be heard. My breathing quickened as I knew that I was in their presence, naked and with a tug on my leash, ordered to stand. A pair of clover clamps were snapped onto my nipples hard and I was led by the small chain that dangled there, closer to where they wanted me. I was then ordered to lean forward with my hands out and there I felt a large bench or table in front of me. I wasn't sure how I would be able to get on there while blindfolded but my question was soon lost. I was ordered to hold my arms stretched out and legs spread wide. My ears strained to listen for any indication of who was there in the room but there was no sounds, no words from anyone.
I heard what sounded like tape being unwrapped but then felt the coolness of a plastic wrap begin to wind itself around my body, working from the top to the bottom. My breasts and pussy were left exposed but I was completely immobilized. All of a sudden I was lifted off the ground, it caught me off guard but feeling the complete trust that no harm would be done, I offered no resistance and was quickly on the table. Once there, the clover clamps were ripped off. I struggled and wiggled in my confinements as the pain raked through my nipples. I felt the thick, heavy leather straps bind me hard to the table, my legs strapped open and my pussy exposed.
There was silence again with the occasional rustling of those around me, but still no voices and no idea of who is there. There was one standing at my feet using a Wartenburg wheel and I couldn't escape it. When I wiggled or tried to move away I felt a whip across my breasts and sometimes that would be replaced with a crop across my pussy. I tried my best not to move but each stroke caused me to move and I had no choices really in this. Then everything just stopped and the silence took over again, leaving me to over think my predicament. I felt some hands start to play with my pussy but then it changed and I felt many clothespins being lined up along the labia and one placed on the clit. I thought that they were going to force an orgasm but then the labia were pulled tightly apart and I felt a hot searing pain cover the inside of the soft folds. I squirmed a bit as the hot wax crept its way down through the soft folds which was followed by the swift correction of a buggy whip across my nipples. I was allowed to recover this time and verbally told not to move, that I was covered in lit candles. It was so hot, especially on the inner thighs and groin area but I was able to refrain from too much movement. The wax was poured over my exposed nipples which were hard and erect from the whipping, some of the hot wax flowing into the sensitive armpit area. Eventually there were so much wax that it was not too hot anymore.
Then it went still in the room, the waxing stopped and I felt the candles being lifted off from my body. They pulled the clothespins off and I squirmed a little. At first I heard the crop tap a few times on the protective mound of wax the covered my breasts and nipples. When the wax finally broke, I felt the burn of the crop across my nipples again and the broken wax pieces flew all over. I became mesmerized by the sound of the pieces falling onto the floor until another crop chimed in on my pussy which caused me to thrash about again but the moving cost me another correction and my inner thigh was whipped hard. Then it all stopped, my body burned hot from wax and whips and I was allowed a few minutes to collect myself.
A voice told me to keep still, just as before, it was the same voice. I heard the sound of a knife grinding on a stone several times, my mind wondered off to the medieval days of sharpening their swords for the battle. The straps were tightened down harder and my knees and ankles were locked down tight. I felt a hand touch my pussy lightly, a sign that they were going to begin and that this was the time to be absolutely still. Without a word spoken I knew what was next and I focused hard not to move. It was so quiet and still in the room and the only sound was the blade as it slid across my skin, cutting the hair off. I could feel the cold blade was large and I wondered how sharp a big blade could get. Somehow they got that big blade to between my legs and shaved the labia also, right down to my ass. They resharpened the blade a few times throughout the shave, it was such an eerie sound and yet the same sound held me captive. I knew it was over when the alcohol was poured over my pussy, it stung from the rawness of the wax and hair removal.
From the restrictive, hard bondage, I was whipped hard by several people, both nipples and pussy until I was near collapsed. It was so painful and yet I was laughing at some points, near crying at other points. But there was no stopping this time, no resting. I knew they wanted to hear me call out my safe word, something that I reserve for the last resort. I felt an emotional wave come over me, like an understanding that I'm not invincible. The thought made me feel warm and I stopped hearing and feeling the crops. It felt like I was motionless, in suspended animation, until I heard a voice giving me permission to safe word. I was snapped back harshly, bucking in my restraints and called my safe word. All the restraints were removed and I lay there, breathing hard, tears flowing. The blindfold was never removed and the people left as quietly as they came in. I never knew who they were and I still don't.
I hadn't seen her in a few days and when I came in, headed over to the kitchen to give her a big hug. We sat at the table, talking a bit and looking at some pictures she had just received. Her slave was busy working down the hall, fully concentrating on his task and not saying a word. She said the others were coming a bit later and I wondered to myself who was going to make it, but just before I was going to ask, I heard her slave come into the kitchen and she got up to meet him. I continued looking at the pictures but I kept quiet as I was expecting her to give some other instructions for him but instead I felt the cool leather wrap around my eyes tightly and a silk scarf gag to prevent any further questions I may have asked. Blinded, I was ordered to strip everything off. The leather cuffs were secured around my wrists and ankles, followed by my collar and finished off with a length of chain that attached them all together. I was ordered to my knees and with the leash as my only guide, took my position on the floor as her pet.
I heard the doorbell ring several times, shivers running up and down my spine as I was kneeling naked on the floor. I didn't know who had just entered, no one spoke a word and the silence was intense as I tried so hard to listen to the smallest amount of noise. Someone took my leash and walked me into the other room, actually she walked and I crawled on all fours like I should have. The sound of the chain dragging on the hard-wood floor was all that could be heard. My breathing quickened as I knew that I was in their presence, naked and with a tug on my leash, ordered to stand. A pair of clover clamps were snapped onto my nipples hard and I was led by the small chain that dangled there, closer to where they wanted me. I was then ordered to lean forward with my hands out and there I felt a large bench or table in front of me. I wasn't sure how I would be able to get on there while blindfolded but my question was soon lost. I was ordered to hold my arms stretched out and legs spread wide. My ears strained to listen for any indication of who was there in the room but there was no sounds, no words from anyone.
I heard what sounded like tape being unwrapped but then felt the coolness of a plastic wrap begin to wind itself around my body, working from the top to the bottom. My breasts and pussy were left exposed but I was completely immobilized. All of a sudden I was lifted off the ground, it caught me off guard but feeling the complete trust that no harm would be done, I offered no resistance and was quickly on the table. Once there, the clover clamps were ripped off. I struggled and wiggled in my confinements as the pain raked through my nipples. I felt the thick, heavy leather straps bind me hard to the table, my legs strapped open and my pussy exposed.
There was silence again with the occasional rustling of those around me, but still no voices and no idea of who is there. There was one standing at my feet using a Wartenburg wheel and I couldn't escape it. When I wiggled or tried to move away I felt a whip across my breasts and sometimes that would be replaced with a crop across my pussy. I tried my best not to move but each stroke caused me to move and I had no choices really in this. Then everything just stopped and the silence took over again, leaving me to over think my predicament. I felt some hands start to play with my pussy but then it changed and I felt many clothespins being lined up along the labia and one placed on the clit. I thought that they were going to force an orgasm but then the labia were pulled tightly apart and I felt a hot searing pain cover the inside of the soft folds. I squirmed a bit as the hot wax crept its way down through the soft folds which was followed by the swift correction of a buggy whip across my nipples. I was allowed to recover this time and verbally told not to move, that I was covered in lit candles. It was so hot, especially on the inner thighs and groin area but I was able to refrain from too much movement. The wax was poured over my exposed nipples which were hard and erect from the whipping, some of the hot wax flowing into the sensitive armpit area. Eventually there were so much wax that it was not too hot anymore.
Then it went still in the room, the waxing stopped and I felt the candles being lifted off from my body. They pulled the clothespins off and I squirmed a little. At first I heard the crop tap a few times on the protective mound of wax the covered my breasts and nipples. When the wax finally broke, I felt the burn of the crop across my nipples again and the broken wax pieces flew all over. I became mesmerized by the sound of the pieces falling onto the floor until another crop chimed in on my pussy which caused me to thrash about again but the moving cost me another correction and my inner thigh was whipped hard. Then it all stopped, my body burned hot from wax and whips and I was allowed a few minutes to collect myself.
A voice told me to keep still, just as before, it was the same voice. I heard the sound of a knife grinding on a stone several times, my mind wondered off to the medieval days of sharpening their swords for the battle. The straps were tightened down harder and my knees and ankles were locked down tight. I felt a hand touch my pussy lightly, a sign that they were going to begin and that this was the time to be absolutely still. Without a word spoken I knew what was next and I focused hard not to move. It was so quiet and still in the room and the only sound was the blade as it slid across my skin, cutting the hair off. I could feel the cold blade was large and I wondered how sharp a big blade could get. Somehow they got that big blade to between my legs and shaved the labia also, right down to my ass. They resharpened the blade a few times throughout the shave, it was such an eerie sound and yet the same sound held me captive. I knew it was over when the alcohol was poured over my pussy, it stung from the rawness of the wax and hair removal.
From the restrictive, hard bondage, I was whipped hard by several people, both nipples and pussy until I was near collapsed. It was so painful and yet I was laughing at some points, near crying at other points. But there was no stopping this time, no resting. I knew they wanted to hear me call out my safe word, something that I reserve for the last resort. I felt an emotional wave come over me, like an understanding that I'm not invincible. The thought made me feel warm and I stopped hearing and feeling the crops. It felt like I was motionless, in suspended animation, until I heard a voice giving me permission to safe word. I was snapped back harshly, bucking in my restraints and called my safe word. All the restraints were removed and I lay there, breathing hard, tears flowing. The blindfold was never removed and the people left as quietly as they came in. I never knew who they were and I still don't.
Friday, November 13
Cock Torture
After the pussy torture workshop one of the guests offered me the use of their hotel room to shower and clean up. Of course I jumped at the opportunity since I was soaked and wearing only a towel at the end of it. I carefully snuck through the hallway at the hotel and got into the elevator, making sure no one was in there before I got in. When the elevator finally got to the 8th floor, I peered out the door to see if anyone was waiting to get in and fortunately there was no one around so I half ran to the room. lol. If I had been caught I had an excuse ready, that I was at the pool.
I returned to the event center about half way through the cock torture workshop. One tied up with very small plastic pins ready for them to be ripped off and the other one locked in stocks. Not the stocks used for hands and feet, but this device had the balls in one section and the cock in the other. Both devices were then clamped together and compressed until his body parts become swollen and red.
I experienced the involuntary urge to rip the pins off the one volunteer and wondered if the other Dommes there felt the same thing. I have learned more about my nature, that I'm more of a sadist masochist than a Domme, although at times I have been called upon to top but only males. I enjoyed the scenes mostly because of the connection made with their Dommes, otherwise I wouldn't generally play with males. It allows me to explore my submission on a deeper level just by submitting to something that's not really appealing to me. It makes me wonder too if by chance that the Dommes know this. Do they find it appealing or exciting when I submit to them to that level? I hope they do :) So that was way off topic but at least it's down on cyberpaper. I did intend for my blog to be used as a way to write about my journey and so rambling is allowed. Back to the workshop.
I did refrain from stepping up and pulling the pins off the volunteer and waited patiently for the presenter to finish. She slowly pulled the pins off, the volunteer was in obvious pain/discomfort but isn't that the whole point of genitorture? lol. When he regained some composure, she did some fun stuff with him. Using colored plastic pins and feathers, she created a turkey with his limp cock as the turkey neck and put two colored beads at the end for eyes. ROFLMAO !!!! Anyone into humiliation? lol.
The other volunteer, who was in stocks, was more of a masochist and not once did he complain or indicate any discomfort while the device was tightened. Once he was released, I noticed the swelling and redness disappeared quickly as if nothing had been there at all. He was dressed up also as a turkey and they both sat there with their turkeys while we did the Q&A. I missed the first half of the workshop so I never learned how to apply the pins on a male. I'm sure that one day I'll be part of a CBT scene.
I returned to the event center about half way through the cock torture workshop. One tied up with very small plastic pins ready for them to be ripped off and the other one locked in stocks. Not the stocks used for hands and feet, but this device had the balls in one section and the cock in the other. Both devices were then clamped together and compressed until his body parts become swollen and red.
I experienced the involuntary urge to rip the pins off the one volunteer and wondered if the other Dommes there felt the same thing. I have learned more about my nature, that I'm more of a sadist masochist than a Domme, although at times I have been called upon to top but only males. I enjoyed the scenes mostly because of the connection made with their Dommes, otherwise I wouldn't generally play with males. It allows me to explore my submission on a deeper level just by submitting to something that's not really appealing to me. It makes me wonder too if by chance that the Dommes know this. Do they find it appealing or exciting when I submit to them to that level? I hope they do :) So that was way off topic but at least it's down on cyberpaper. I did intend for my blog to be used as a way to write about my journey and so rambling is allowed. Back to the workshop.
I did refrain from stepping up and pulling the pins off the volunteer and waited patiently for the presenter to finish. She slowly pulled the pins off, the volunteer was in obvious pain/discomfort but isn't that the whole point of genitorture? lol. When he regained some composure, she did some fun stuff with him. Using colored plastic pins and feathers, she created a turkey with his limp cock as the turkey neck and put two colored beads at the end for eyes. ROFLMAO !!!! Anyone into humiliation? lol.
The other volunteer, who was in stocks, was more of a masochist and not once did he complain or indicate any discomfort while the device was tightened. Once he was released, I noticed the swelling and redness disappeared quickly as if nothing had been there at all. He was dressed up also as a turkey and they both sat there with their turkeys while we did the Q&A. I missed the first half of the workshop so I never learned how to apply the pins on a male. I'm sure that one day I'll be part of a CBT scene.
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