On an unrelated note, I just got my copy of The Better Built Bondage Book. So sweet. I’m heading down the hardware store today to make a rope flogger and, if I can find the leather, I might give a shot at making a leather flogger with a woven handle.
Big party tonight. I’ve been asked to bring my rope again.
When stories dissapear from my journal it makes me very….annoyed. Case in point I had a warning/reminder here to all the ladies.
Please, don’t take drinks from anyone. Anyone. Over the weekend a good friend of mine was mixing the drinks at a party and somehow ended up with a drink in her hand that she didn’t make. Next thing she knew her wallet, cigarettes, pants, and the last several hours were all gone.
Play safe, girls. If you were mine I’d never let you get in that situation. If I was called to come rescue you I would but you can be sure there’d be a reckoning for your unsafe behaviour later. You have to respect and protect what is mine, and that includes everything from the hair on your head to the tips of your toes and everything in between. Respect it, keep it healthy, keep it safe from harm. I would find it very hard to respsect someone who broke my favorite toy.
When I was younger I used to get this… well, it’s like seasonal affective disorder. Around the end of August every year I would get inexplicably depressed for anywhere from one to four weeks. This year I think it may have been sneaking up on me and I just wasn’t paying attention. Fear not! I will be back to my old self in no time. In the meanwhile small acts of kindness are greatly appreciated.
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Ugh. People. Just because I am openly kinky among my friends does NOT mean that it is cool to start telling everybody else about it.
Case in point, this evening I was out at a dinner meeting with two long time associates and a client. As we were wrapping up and finishing our drinks I mentioned that I was going to have to create a second company to handle my web clients who wanted dating sites, kinky stuff, that sort of thing. The client agreed that it was a good idea. At this point my (female) associate started talking about how she would never work for me because I’d chase her around the desk and give her a spanking. She said it in a way that made it clear I would do a lot more than that and enjoy it. I turned to the client and said “Geeze. You get some interesting clients and suddenly you’re being accused of everything.”
It’s not so much that she told that bugs me. It’s that she told a client, who could have very easily been offended, someone I didn’t know and would never dare to tell. Business in this box, personal in that box. It’s a no-brainer. …then again this is the girl who’s still working for 20% of what she could charge, even though I made her a certificate officially “promoting” her to a new salary level. Perhaps I overestimated her… …either way, she deserves to be chased down and given a hell of a spanking for that faux pas.
Chased around a desk.
K and S have been staying with me the last three days. K has made it clear that she is a good catholic girl waiting for marriage before having sex. It was about 23:00 when I sat her down on my futon to “try something different”. I told her to get comfortable and then close her eyes and hold out her arms. In one hand I want you to imagine the handle of a bucket of sand weighing about 15 pounds. In the other I want you to imagine a set of balloons. Take a deep breath. Hold it. Release. Another. Hold it. Release. Feel the weight of the bucket in your hands and the strain it puts on your shoulder. Feel an opposite amount of lightness in your other hand, pulling up and away. As the bucket gets harder to lift, the balloons get lighter and lighter. As you continue to breath let your feet and legs relax, let the tension drain from your hips and belly, let your chin rest on your collarbone as the bucket gets heavier and heavier, the balloons get lighter and lighter. Soon enough her head was down and I began to deepen her trance. Once she was deeply into trance, I told her that each time she heard me say “orange watermellon” she would immediately go twice as deeply into trance and that each time it would get easier and easier as she learned to recognize and trust the feeling of going into this relaxed and peaceful state of rest where all she had to do was listen to my voice. Then I woke her up and almost immediately put her back into trance three or four times. Finally, she was ready. “K, you are a good catholic girl. Even a good catholic girl has had orgasms. Relive your best orgasm. Feel the sensations in your body as you quickly become more and more aroused and approach that moment of release.” To my surprise, she began stroking her thighs and squirming. Normally my subjects don’t move at all! “When you are at the moment of orgasm, your voice will find the strength to say ‘ok’.” Her back arched, she moaned a bit, her beautiful black hair sliding over her young asian features. “Ok.” “FREEZE,” I commanded. “Hold this moment in your mind. This peak will just keep going and going. It feels good to orgasm and you orgasm because you obey my voice. Nod your head if this is true.” She did. “When I touch your forehead and say ‘come now’ you will have an orgasm ten times more powerful than this. Nod your head if you understand.” Again, she did. “Great K, you’re a very good girl. Come now.” “Oh my god!” She exclaimed as she sat up and opened her eyes. Crap! “Orange watermellon!” I said and immediately she slumped over, back in trance. Over the next 40 minutes I made her have several orgasms and when I finally let her get up to shower all she said was that her hands were clammy and she felt sweaty. Now, everything I’ve told you so far is the truth. I’m writing this having just put them both to bed and I can’t sleep because I’m thinking of what I would have done if S wasn’t there to cock block me. I imagine telling her “you are surrounded by a white, healing fog, so thick that you can’t see anything else. There’s just you and the futon you are now lying on. Come now. Come now. Come now. These orgasms are great but they are the tip of the iceberg. Feel the fog running over your skin, into your mouth and nose, filling you up. Everywhere the fog touches your body is more sensitive and the orgasms more powerful. Exposing yourself to more fog will make the orgasms more intense.” I would repeat this until she had disrobed. “Come now. Come now. The orgasms are much stronger now, aren’t they. Come now. But they can get even better. You are lying on your back so the fog can’t touch you there. Stand up. Put one hand on the back of the futon and bend forward. Open yourself and let the fog into your core, let it fill every part of your body. Play with yourself as you Come now and Come now and Come again, harder than ever before. Good girl. Now that you are covered in fog, turn and kneel on the futon and let it seep into your pores. Your body is covered in fog, every nerve ending alive. Your lungs are full of fog and so your blood and your muscles are full of fog. Soon your whole body will be nothing but mindless, white fog floating in orgasmic bliss. Would you like to become the fog and feel nothing but constant orgasm as you obey my voice? Nod your head if you would. Good girl. You will need concentrated fog to do this, super fog. Super fog is not easy to obtain but I have some here in front of you. I have it in lollipop form. Lean forward and kiss the lolipop. Lick it gently. The super fog has to be coaxed from the lolipop but when it is and you drink it down you will have a full body orgasm. Every single part of your body will go into orgasm and it won’t stop as you turn into mindless, obeying white fog. Lick and suck the lolipop gently, I will guide you.” Slowly she would bob back and forth on my member taking more and more of it between her suckling lips, eager for that Omega orgasm that would be her reward. “Feel your body becoming more aroused as the moment approaches, getting ready for that total body orgasm that will transform you, leaving you with no cares, no worries, no past, and no future, just an endless infinite wave of orgasm and obediance to my voice. Closer… closer… get ready… drink and COME NOW.” What I’d do with my toy after that, I leave up to your imagination.
Hello? Is this C? Hi, it’s Dan. I wrote to you asking for your number because R wanted it and the only way she had to reach you was through me and my email connections because she has no internet. You said that “if [I] were to happen to use [your] number [you] wouldn’t complain.” So this is me, using it. What’s up, buttercup? Why, sure, I’d love to get together for some laughs. What’s your schedule looking like? Thursday and Friday? Hmm… I’m only really available Thursday. ..unless… say, how would you like to go to a munch? You know me, I’m a kinky guy. Some of us like to get together, feel like a community, have a bite to eat. lol, yes, very much like ‘dinner & dom’. Interested? You are? Great!
Hey, there you are! Listen, before we go in… look, some of these people care a lot about symbolism. It’s like walking into a girl scout meeting without a uniform. Some of those guys in there could get pretty agressive and I can’t say what they’ll do. Shh shh, don’t worry. I have a plan. I come prepared. Turn around, lift your hair, and close your eyes. *click* There we go, that collar looks great. See? This way you can pretend to be my toy and the others will show you due respect. You can put your arms down now. Oh, I wish I had a picture. It looks great on you! Now remember, play along or you’ll expose yourself as a fake and they could get nasty.
I guess I’m building something of a reputation. I was going to a housewarming party and a friend who was also attending asked me to bring the rope. When I got there the first thing I was asked was “are you going to do any tricks?”I spent the next hour and a half outside, tying volunteers in interesting positions while giving a safety lecture. Photos were taken. Jokes were made. Someone suggested I run a class and charge for it….but then something really got under my skin: another dom with a lack of respect. J kept answering questions meant for me and trying to do the talking. I kept thinking “Buddy, don’t try to Dom me or we’ll have to take this over to the sidewalk.” If you’ve ever been to a play party then you know not to talk when someone is performing a scene, it’s just rude. It’s even more rude to suggest other/better ways of running the scene. I’ve never been to a play party but I still knew the rule. Clearly, this jerk did not. I didn’t call him out becase I didn’t want to spoil things for the vanillas but man, two days later I still think “what a fuckin’ jerk!”
…”No one’s ever taken the time to be so considerate with me,” she said I double checked the full-body harness. I’d spent the two hour car ride tying up (and being tied up by) the girl in the back seat with me. Once at the campsite I’d shown a number of people safe ways to tie people up, as well as intricate decorative knots, all while explaining very casually that a girl can be a feminist and a submissive, the two are not contradictory and fielding questions like no, submissives are not doormats. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever met one who was. I even made one girl a rope thong from a single red piece of 15 foot hemp. So later we went to the beach and there was this early 20s girl, R. She was tall, lithe, and had shaved her head two days earlier. While most people tried surfing in the weak waves I tied R up and used the extra rope to make a leash from the middle of her back. Then I sat on a log and talked with friends while she leaned against my calves and read a book. Occaisionally we’d take sips from a flask of whiskey or get up to play frisbee. I only had to take it off her when she decided to give the surfing a chance. …Some time later we all got back to camp and I wandered over to the hot sauna. I showered and entered the sauna to find it blissfully empty. A moment later the door opened and R stepped in. We settled in and, after some small talk, I mentioned that she seemed really comfortable in the harness. The door opened again and two guys came in. “Yes,” was all she said and then sat on the bench below me, lying flat on her back with her head cradled on my feet. cold water was tossed on the rocks and the bucket was put down beside me. I leaned over so that I was looking straight down into her face. Our eyes met. She seemed to search my face, then give a nod so small I could feel it through my feet more than see it. I brushed her cheek and I couldn’t tell if she was blushing from the heat or my hand. I ran my fingers down and behind her neck, grabbing firmly. The other hand did the same. My thumbs met in front at her collar bone. She was wide eyed, chocolate brown pupils dilated, mouth open. Gently, I squeezed. A soft sound escaped her lips, her back arched. One knee even came up about a foot, but her eyes never left mine. Again, I squoze. We played this little game a few times, until either the guys had enough of the heat or decided to give us some privacy. I let go with one hand and slid it under her top, then did the same with the other. Her cute little A cups were great in my hands, nubs hard and inviting. I couldn’t pinch hard enough to satisfy her. I started calling her dirty names and making her promise me things while my hands explored her flanks, her stomach, her hips, and finally under her bikini bottom. Wet and ready does not begin to describe what I found. I worked her into a frenzy while making her swear that these were my tits, my ass, and my pussy. I told her that if her body was mine then she had to quit smoking because she didn’t have permission to ruin my things with her bad habits. She nodded passively. I let her up and told her to stand on my right side. “Over my knees,” I said. She tried to sit on them. I laughed. “A for effort,” I thought to myself as I directed her back to standing position on my right. I pointed at the bench on the other side of my feet. “Put your hands there.” Slowly she bent over and did as she was told. “Now relax.” I felt her weight press onto my thighs. I stroked her back and dribbled some cold water on it, feeling her shiver in the momentary chill, a lovely reverse of wax play. “Do you know why you are in this position?” I pulled the bottoms of her swimsuit into the crack of her ass as she sighed. “You drank too much on the beach and embarassed yourself. When I told you to slow down you said that the harness was off and you could do whatever you liked.” I lay my right hand on her bare bottom and felt her shiver again. Cupping my hand ever so slightly, I brought it down on the sweet spot once, twice, and again. In the emptiness of the sauna every crack echoed like a gunshot. “Clearly…” – without stopping the steady beat – “Clearly you are used to doing whatever you like and disrespecting authority.” blows rained down on her ass, thighs, and hips while I kept an eye on the door. I illustrated “I love these ass cheeks!” by grabbing two meaty handfulls, fingers digging deep. Everything was met with sighs, gasps, and hisses of approval. At one point I had my left hand stroking her clit while I spanked her. We couldn’t keep this up long, though, as anyone could just walk in. “Go put more water in the bucket, please.” She knelt and kissed my hard on through my swim trunks, then left. “How am I going to make it to the hot tub without this damn thing showing,” I wondered. R came back in, splashed some water on the rocks, and then came back and stradled my legs, facing away from me. I reached the right hand up to circle her throat and the other slipped under her bikini panties again. I kept talking dirty to her and “pulsing” my grip on her throat. Her hands came behind her to play with my cock through my shorts. I lifted her by the neck and slid my hand down the back of her bottom for easier access, then shifted my grip and bent her forward. She place both hands on the floor in front of my feet, exposing herself completely to my ministrations. My left hand was on her belly, pressing gently upwards, and my right was curved downward, thumb on her clit, middle in her ass, index and ring pressing on her g spot. She groaned and begged me to fuck her. “No. You haven’t convinced me it’s worthwhile.” I felt her belly begin to spasm. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Come good and hard.” The whole scene so could not have taken more than 15 minutes. I had her show her gratitude a little before we went back out. More happened in the hot tub but that’s another story for another day.
Today I’m really not in a mood to write but I promised I’d tell what happened in the hot tub and I’m a man of my word. It took 15 minutes of waiting in the sauna for my hard on to soften a bit. I didn’t let R finish me off because we had known each other such a short time and I needed her to know that I was in charge, not just some ass who would treat her as a convenient hole. After that I ducked into the shower and turned the temperature lower and lower until I had goosebumps. Still semi-hard, I ran to the hot tub bent over like an old cripple to hide the tenting in my very tight swimsuit. I settled in beside R who was sitting on the edge. Almost immediately I felt her toes exploring my bulge. “That’s a very nice pendant,” I said to the girl on the other side of the tub. “Thanks! I found it in my appartment when I moved in.” Ugh, she bubbled more than the tub. “Do you know what it means?” “I had no idea, what’s it stand for?” “It’s the international symbol for BDSM.” Dear reader, I am not making this shit up. It was like everything was coming together all at once. If I were a believer I might say it was a sign from the heavens I was doing the right thing! We continued to talk about it and a lively debate about what “S and M” stood for started up, including many alternate definitions that were very funny. All of this, of course, was to distract from what R was doing to me and what I was doing to her. You see, while talking to the pendant girl I had put one arm up and behind R. Hidden from view, I had forced my hand under her ass and now my thumb was resting right on her button. As people walked around and chatted I kept a steady back and forth motion going. I smiled to myself thinking it was a good thing my thumbs were trained from a wasted youth playing video games. I looked up at R. She was leaning back on her hands, back arched, knees pressed together. Her head kept bobbing and her eyes didn’t want to stay open. If I had not known better I would have said she was ready to pass out from the heat, but when she looked at me through those heavy eyelids I saw the twitch in her lip, resisting the urge to bite her lip or cry out. With my free hand I made a “come here” gesture. She leaned over until our cheeks touched. I gently stroked her cheek and whispered “Good girl.” The look on her face when she sat back was one of a woman who would do anything, anytime, anywhere, just to keep feeling this way. I freed my hands and rolled over so that my chin rested on my crossed arms out of the tub. I stared out at the lake, pretended to listen to the conversation, and just… savoured… the way R kept playing with my cock under the water. Yes, this was a very good vacation. I am definitely coming back next year.
