An Epic Night of BDSM Fun

 

Master gave me an incredible night of bondage and orgasms last week! I always know that it is going to be a good night when I see him breaking out the ropes. He bound me tightly and affixed a lovely little set of clamps (that jingle!) to my nipples.

He then tightly tied our Hitachi Magic Wand to my leg. The placement was so perfect. Master instructed me to bend over the bed, and the wand was right in the spot where I needed it to be. And whenever I squirmed around as I came, the vibrator always managed to push up even closer and made my feelings that much more intense!

 

Master began flogging me as I was leaned over the bed and cumming hard against the Magic Wand. I began to drift heavily into subspace as I came particularly hard and started squirting! I was pulled back to concious reality by Master's telling me to stand up. Apparently, my elbows were starting to look a little purple, and he needed to remove the ropes. I never felt even the slightest discomfort - so this again reinforces the importance of a dominant keeping a close eye on his sub's well-being!

I was laughing as he untied me, awash in glowy subspace...

 

After removing the ropes and nipple clamps, he then switched me over to leather cuffs and a posture collar. He re-affixed the Magic Wand with bondage tape.

Back over the bed, he had me spread my legs wide and he cropped, flogged and spanked me. He pulled out the cane and (lightly) used that a few times. I think that the cane was mostly for show, to get a reaction out of me. Since my little ass cheeks were already very red, I was trembling at the sight of the cane. I know how powerful it can be!

He also used a new toy that he'd made me that very evening - a paint stick wrapped in electrical tape and sandpaper! My ass was very rosy after all that!

 

Then, he brought over a candle and dripped wax all over those tender cheeks. It was so intense I nearly couldn't bear it. So he flipped me over and dripped wax all over my belly and breasts. That was much easier to bear. The hot wax feels intense and yet so wonderful, and I love how it feels on my skin as it dries.

When he had his fill of covering my body with wax, Master then used a riding crop to peel it off. That was a crazy sensation! He turned off the vibrator, which was torturous for me. I was in the midst of climbing back up to the heights of orgasm right as he did, and my body was crying out for the sensation back! But Master had other plans for me.

He told me to get on the bed. I was feeling subspace-y and didn't think to heed his words initially. So he put me on the bed himself, on my back.

He took the bondage tape that had been holding the Magic Wand on, and placed it over my mouth. He commanded me to spread my legs wide, which I did. And then he started fucking me, hard!

He kissed me over the gag and I couldn't help but smile. Though he couldn't see my lips, he later told me that he could tell from my eyes that I had.

 

 

Master then turned me over and fucked me on my belly. And then he had me suck his cock, in appreciation of the terrific beating he'd bestowed. He had a view of my pussy in the full-size mirror and remarked on how well-fucked it looked. He had wanted next to take my asshole, but decided he must take me doggy-style first!

I was very excited to get fucked, yet again!

I then climbed up on top, with Master's cock in my ass! I rode it hard and had three really strong orgasms! It was incredible! And of course, that is where he chose to cum - deep within my smallest hole.

It was one of those absolutely epic nights of BDSM fun! I can't wait for the next one!

Ah, The Leather Harness...

This lovely little leather harness is one of my oldest pieces of sex wear, and carries with it many fun memories. 

Master and I picked it up in a great little sex toy/ "clubwear" shop we used to frequent. The photo shoot pictured here is from our one year "dating anniversary" - now over eight years ago! Master did so many fun things to me that evening. I was cuffed, bound to a chair, bondage tape covering my mouth (until he wanted his cock sucked!), with a camera snapping from the tripod all the while.

I wore this little harness the night before we got engaged (later that same year). I knew I was getting an engagement ring soon - we'd already picked it out. Master was going to surprise me by getting the ring even earlier than we'd originally planned, but the excitement was just too much and he had to tell me the night before! I was ecstatic. We had an intensely sexy night together. Lots of candle wax was dripped over my body as I writhed about on the soft carpet in the leather harness. I will never ever forget it.

Because it's more of a one-size-fits-most garment, and I was a very small girl before having babies (and I am still pretty small!) so the front part has (for me) a decent amount of "give." We had joked that it would still be a sexy garment to wear when I was pregnant one day. Well, we gave that a shot one afternoon near the end of my first pregnancy. It did still fit, but not quite as well as we'd envisioned. Oh well.

I love how something as simple as a sex garment can carry such a pleasant emotional weight. Even when it's as lightweight as a hot little leather harness!

Captivity

Frantically fighting the ominous darkness,
Watching the tiny sun steadily flee...
Demons are hiding - some of them mine -
Behind the darkening shadows.
Trying to hide behind pillars, myself,
I am always unwittingly on display
In a cage of mesh and metal,
Unable to see who is watching.
Longing to once again sink into plush,
And leather, and metal, and warm white wax.
To gratefully beg on my knees -
Bring it all back - insouciant summer,
Sweat dripping determined down my back,
Arms held outstretched for I know I now can fly.
And fly, little dove, I do.
But in those chilly winter gusts I have no choice but captivity.
Draw tightly the shades and resign myself
To a tiny snowglobe world- "Cell two hundred and ten"
Walking outside, an invisible leash -
The most delicate ropework of fear -
Keeps me unable to stray and unwilling to try.
Inside, sometimes those walls
Posses a sense of dread.
They feel like they are closing in -
Suffocating in low light.
Grip around my throat so tightly
If I move I might just black out
And then come back to, in a flurry of hysterical tears.
Dreams of reading "Heathcliff" and "Earnshaw"
Scrawled in morning dew on the walls...
The beautiful siren I await
Arrives in a vision of repression turned to evil.
A hideous sight - and I tremble awake.
Mummified in Egyptian cotton,
The grip of flesh keeps me grounded,
He holds me down where I know I am safe.
I hate the reasons to live hidden away
As I hate to dream of walking in hallways alone,
Yet once I am in it, sufficiently barricaded,
I can breathe a little more.
Freedom can live within my cell walls,
As long as I remain obedient
To the rules of this delicate game.
I am the prey, this is understood.
But in this particular captivity
I am kept safe from the evil snakes
That quietly pass us by each day,
Whispering in hisses that this game is not over yet.
Caress my bound hands and tell me "It all was only a dream"
And in this calming room I could
Relax enough that my wrists
Are at one with the fear and desire for safety
That marked my skin so red.
And it could become a part of me
Enough that still I could find
Some content in captivity.