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Cold Prison Strapping and Caning

Cold Strapping And Caning -When Fantasy Exceeds Reality

This is something that calls again. I think in my next session…

A particularly athletic mistress did like to use my prison strap and she had a great collection of canes. I don’t know what got into me but at the end of a session as we were chatting before I left, I did suggest that I was up for trying a ‘cold prison strapping and caning’ and that delighted her.

For those not initiated, a cold caning happens without any other punishment before hand. No spanking, no belting, no strapping to warm up the skin. The cane is applied hard to a bare and fresh bottom. It is therefore quite severe.

And a cold prison strapping is just the same.

In reality, both simulate a judicial type punishment where the victim is given heavy punishment as soon as the session starts. There is no lead up, no getting used to it.

On my next session she remembered, she sure did. I’ll admit there was an element of excitement, here was I going to get a severe punishment straight away and that just hit the masochist nerve.

I was put into suspension, my arms lifted into the air by leather cuffs on my wrists clipped to a metal bar on the end of a cable. Then she gave me a dozen of the best of my prison strap. They were absolutely delivered hard. The prison strap is quite heavy, and as I type this I can remember each stroke pushing me forward with the power she put into it. Then she gave me a dozen of the best of the cane and even through the pain from the prison strapping, I felt those cane strokes.

It has been a while since my last session. This is sounding better and better.

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First Post Covid Session Commentary

My Next Session

This post will be updated a number of times over the coming weeks.

It will document all phases of my upcoming session.

Booking The Session. I’ve not had a session in so long and now I have been able to book one 2  weeks in advance. As soon as I emailed mistress to book the session, and she confirmed, I felt better. Sure, it is 2 weeks away but I’ve done something! It is going to happen at long last.

She is the same mistress I’ve had three sessions with already. She is keen on the whole corporal, bondage, fetish thing I like and we get along very well. In fetish with the leather corset, skirt, boots and belts mistress looks fabulous.

Sessions with her are reasonably light hearted but she does demand I do as she says and present for the corporal I need.

What Will I Ask For?

This is consuming me. It has been almost a year now since my last session. Some injuries and illness as well as the pandemic has kept me away for so long.

I know I want more than I can take and that’s from experience.  I know that after a significant absence that my tolerance for corporal will be way down. There is nothing like getting a regular strapping and caning to let you take more strapping and caning. The eternity of 12 months away will make the session gruelling.

I feel I want to ask for a cold prison strapping and caning. I know also this will over-extend me and I’ll really struggle with it. But it calls to me. I just want to be really pushed, to have a super session.

I’ll think more about this and add to this post closer to session time.

Gear checkout happened.

I have a lot of gear that has not been used in so long. Pulling it out of storage made a few things become instantly noticeable.

First of all the buckles on all the belts and stirrup leathers were heavily tarnished. Damn. It takes an hour plus with some fine steel wool to clean them up.

Then, shock and horror, a couple of my straps and tawse have mould on them, fat hairy patches of mould. This really does not please me. In the end I wash them in clean water then use methylated spirit to rub them over. This will hopefully kill spores and maybe prevent it returning. I will have to check it again just before the session.

More Thoughts On The Session

Three days after booking the session I’m thinking I’ll ask for the same kind of session mistress and I had last time but with minor changes.

I’ll ask for lots of fetish tease with her putting on the belts, taking them off, getting them ready, showing me the belt or strap she is going to use. I’ll ask her to tell me she is going to strap me, “slave, mistress is going to strap those palms. Hands UP,” kind of thing. Same for the prison strapping and caning.  (same as last time)

I want to be gagged for the whole session. I find this makes immersion into sub-space easier and also it makes accepting heavy corporal easier.

The remainder will be pretty much the same again, with feeling!.

Then I’ll ask for a prolonged hand strapping, starting off with the school strap for lighter strokes, then progress through belts and tawse for progressively heavier hand strappings.

At the start of the session I want many more lighter strokes from many implements, rather than a few heavy strokes from a severe implement.

Then onto suspension, my wrist cuffs attached to the suspension bar and I’m lifted onto my feet.

Then start off with heavy belting from the wide belts she is wearing. The black belt is lighter, use that as hard as she can from each side.  Show taking it off and getting it ready. Make it sting, make me react. Take her time, watch me squirm, run the belt through her hands as she waits just a few seconds. Then repeat with the thicker brown belt.

After this for mistress to move through the other implements. Use an implement hard, then a lighter implement like a softer wider belt for me to recover. Do this time and again.

About half way through take me off suspension then onto my knees for another hand strapping. Mistress to give heavier strokes, not that many of them, but severe. This will probably mean the Lochgelly tawse gets used more than once.

Then I’ll be standing, bent over the bondage bench, my hands out in front of me and with the palms up.

In this position mistress can give me beltings, strappings and tawsing to my butt, hard. Every now and then mistress will move in front to give another six of the best hand strapping. She can use the end of a wide belt, a strap or a tawse.

Then as time draws to a close, a prison strapping then a sound caning.

Finally at the end of the session, kneeling again for a final hand strapping. I’ll be pretty wasted, probably not a lot of hand strapping is needed, but something to end with.

Problem. This is far too much information and far too much detail. I’ll have to distil this for the pre-session discussion.

I still can’t get the idea of a cold prison strapping and caning out of my head. i think I’ll ask mistress for this for next session in maybe a months time. She has an excellent memory. I am sure she will not forget. Plus she has her own prison strap, so maybe she should use hers and mine before the cane.

The Day Before

I’m not there yet. TBA.

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Session Introspection

In My BDSM Sessions

In my first ever BDSM session I was laying on the floor in strapped up in tight leather bondage.

The mistress used a ‘spine’ which is also called a ‘fishbone harness’ that comprises a dozen wide leather straps that wrap the body tightly. From the neck to the toes there is a lengthwise strap that keeps all the others in place. That’s why it looks like a fishbone.

This was my first ever session, and I’d never heard of this kind of harness before. And it felt so addicitively good.

I vividly remember feeling out of body in that I could almost see myself there as if looking down from above. I could see myself on the floor in bondage. I could just imagine so strongly what it looked like with the dominatrix in the room punishing me.

And at that moment I felt the strangeness of the moment.

It was a moment of deep introspection.

And for all the sessions over the years to come, I have felt that same thing so often, that same introspection, that same view of myself in the session.

It defies logic. It defies common sense. It defies everything I was brought up to accept as normal.

Looking Into The Mirror

All my sessions now happen in rooms with a large wall to ceiling mirror. My first session didn’t have a mirror that I can remember.

I do like to face the mirror and to watch the mistress closely. She is dressed to suit the session, to suit me, and that is a huge thing.

I also watch as she applies corporal. She lifts the belt, the strap, the cane or prison strap then she uses it.

Watching this I feel the thrill of the moment, the thrill of experiencing my innermost secret passions and needs.

But I also see myself as it is a mirror after all.

Seeing myself like this in the dungeon never ceases to amaze me.

There I am. The husband, the father, the son, the office worker, managing staff, in a situation like this seems so odd.

And I need it. Bring it on.

And I keep Coming Back

That too is strange if I give it any thought.

I reject and rail at myself for wanting this. Then at other times I miss it dreadfully and want it again. Soon. I want it now.

No matter how gruelling the session, no matter how hard the mistress gives me corporal I keep coming back.

My butt can be bruised and bloody, my hands tomato red and shaking, my back and shoulders striped and stinging. And I feel wonderfully relieved, refreshed, and at peace.

Then in a few weeks I want it again.

There is no denying it is a core need

Nope. No matter how long I think about this, it always comes back to “It is the way I am.”

I don’t do this to atone fro some mistake or feeling of guilt. I don’t seek this because of some kind of sin or crime.

It wasn’t learned, inflicted on me, something that I was pushed to do or suggested to me.

It is all on me. I am drawn to it.

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Hand Strapping And Tawsing Sessions

Hand Strapping & Tawsing

Have you ever read a about a professional BDSM dominatrix giving a hand strapping? Here you can. Do you find it strange, unreal? Is it appealing and do you know why? Read on if you are interested.

In the context of a B&D session, a hand strapping or tawsing is just like it sounds. The palm of the slave is struck by the dominatrix with a leather strap or a tawse.

There is no mystery in how it’s done. The mystery lies in the why and how of it, but as in all things, there are reasons.

This post will go into the subject of hand strapping and tawsing, mainly from a pro-domme session point of view. This is what I have extensive experience with and these are my experiences. Others will undoubtedly have other experiences and viewpoints.

However, if you wish to translate this into other forms of BDSM play, be my guest – I hope you can gain some benefit. Reading about real pro-dom sessions is probably not that common either as it is a very private (and expensive) experience.

I shall try to be as accurate as possible.

Hand strapping is a neglected art form in modern media and BDSM teasers.

In all the BDSM teasers that have been in modern films, and I have watched closely, hand strapping has not been featured. I can’t remember seeing it. Sure, there is a slave in bondage and maybe in suspension or on a cross, a cane maybe, a whip for sure, but no hand strapping or tawsing.

Maybe this is a subject too difficult for film producers, or is it too private and personal to be admitted to? Maybe it is not that common? Maybe they struggle to believe that someone would subject themselves to this (I think this sometimes myself).

You be the judge.

Hand strapping is unusual as the mistress faces the slave which does not happen with other forms of corporal punishment. Typically the mistress is behind the slave and might only be seen in a mirror.

For a hand strapping, the slave is close to the mistress, she is in his personal space. He must watch the mistress use the instrument of punishment, see her prepare for the stroke, then watch her deliver it to his defenseless and sensitive palms. She’ll watch as the hand is shaken, as the slave gasps with the pain and she will be right in front of him. Then she’ll give another stroke.

It becomes a highly personal experience, with a lot of other emotions. There can be embarrassment to be facing someone giving a hand strapping. There can be humiliation in there as well as you react and can’t control yourself, you show how much it hurts and you can’t control that.  What does mistrtess think? Is she disappointed in you for not taking your hand strapping better? As you wait for the strap to descend it is an intense and difficult time.

For example, a thick heavy tawse brought down along the fingers and palm feels excruciatingly painful with just one stroke. The hand bursts into flames in the intense sting. You wave it around to try to reduce the sting, you rub it, you gasp at the pain and wonder why in hell you asked for this, then the mistress calms says, “hands up,” and then you struggle. You look at the mistress with the tawse and feel a little fear. She is going to give you another stroke. How will you be able to accept that? Can you accept that? will you be weak and call mercy? Then she gives gives another and the pain increases. This is a real test.

This makes hand strapping a very different experience compared to, for example when getting caned on the butt or flogged across the back and shoulders. Typically for a caning  the slave is bent over something, the mistress is behind and to one side and then uses a cane. Similarly for a flogging. Sure there are mirrors in the dungeon (and as we all know, that is part of the fun) but there is distance involved. There can be an element of denial happening with this tye of corporal that you can’t get with hand strapping. You are not looking into the mistresses eyes as she straps you, she is not directly in front of you.

Regression into a different time and space is easy with hand strapping. It is hghly immersive. Suddenly you really are someone else, getting your hands strapped. Suddenly you really are under the control of mistress as she commands you to raise your hands and she stands in front of you then straps them.

It is overwhelming. With hand strapping, mistress is right up close and in front of slave. It really is much more personal.

Hand strapping, when phrased like that, is a much more personal experience.

Hand strapping is far more intimate, more kinkly, more fetish.

I am laboring this point, but it is hugely real.

Slave kneels and looks into the eyes of the dominatrix right in front of him. She looks into his eyes. She holds the strap and she shows him how he is going to be punished.

With the mistress standing right in front of the slave she is in his personal space and dressed in fetish. She is tweaking all his fetish and kink fantasies.

As she stands with the strap or tawse in her hand, she looks totally formidable. She faces her slave. She looks strict, stern, and formidable.

If slave is shy or slow or reluctant, mistress will tell him, “HANDS UP SLAVE” which can be a huge part of the session. Maybe slave has asked in the pre-session briefing for “Mistress to demand the hands are raised then she gives six of the best, time and again, and she shows no mecy,” (and I am thiunking about my next session!).

Hand strapping is all about role play, acceptance, fetish and fantasy.

“HANDS UP” says the mistress making slave present his hand to her.

Maybe she will hold the strap between her hands. Maybe she will raise and lower it.

Then she raises the strap and the discipline begins.

Tawase Cane

Two tawse and a punishment cane.

Taking her time, she will raise the strap or tawse over a shoulder. Slave will be watching intently, looking at the mistress in front of him as she is poised to deliver.

Then the strap will crack down, once, twice, many times. Each time there will be a reaction. Each time slave must accept the strapping. Each time the command, “HANDS UP!” is given if slave is slow.

Terms and Definitions

My focus is with sessions between a professional mistress and her client. I call him (or her) the slave. Forgive me if I (badly) blur the terms and definitions of both the implements and the players.

The alternative is to tie myself in knots trying to cover all the bases and roles – and being tied in knots is my not really thing – but it is getting there.

Tawsing. While I call it ‘hand strapping’ this equally applies to use of the tawse and hence the terms hand strapping and hand tawsing can be used interchangeably. Also, of historical note, this was also referred to as ‘a belting’ even when a tawse was used as quite often the tawse was referred to as ‘the belt.’

Historically, in schools in my area it was called ‘getting the cuts’ and the word strap was seldom used. We got the cuts, not strapped. We’d never heard of a tawse.

Hand caning is also in-theme for this post. The mistress uses a cane, of course, and usually applies it side on where as the strap is often applied lengthwise. I’ve had that and it just dosen’t do it for me. My fetish for leather just isn’t tweaked by hand caning. The feeling of a hand caning is actually quite similar to a severe tawse, there is not much to choose between them. Both hurt a lot.

So forgive me, I’ll refer to ‘the mistress’ and to ‘the slave’ but of course this applies equally to all players and forms of BDSM play no matter how the roles are defined. Same to the types of implement used.

The Anatomy Of Straps and Tawse

The strap may be the end of a belt, a folded belt or a purpose made strap designed specifically for punishment. The typical dimensions would be at least a foot long, and often eighteen inches, though two foot long straps are also common. For hand strapping, a width of about one and a half inches is usual and the thickness can be whatever is available though the thicker leathers are of course more severe. Historically a piece of harness leather or an old belt would be pressed into service, and more than likely, only for BDSM would a purpose made strap be used these days.

Size matters.

A wider strap spreads the force out a little more but it still stings if used with force. The more thick, solid, less flexible the strap the more the sting gets in.

Straps made of a doubled belt are more ‘thuddy’ compared to a single length. A narrower strap stings more.

Wider straps land with perhaps less sting but also perhaps a little harder. The best (most painful) strap is a single piece of leather about an inch and a half wide, eighteen inches long and fairly stiff. The thicker the better and the more easily controlled.

In general, the longer the strap, the more speed the end of it has when it comes down on the palm and fingers. This can make it less accurate. A two foot long strap is about the maximum as beyond that it becomes difficult to control and aim.

The slave’s palm is often quivering and not the biggest of targets. The palm is held up and out waiting for the strap to descend and it can often be shaking from previous strokes, moving slightly. Unlike a slave in bondage getting a flogging or a caning when bent over something, a palm held out for the strap is not restrained.

Hand strapping does require precision so a strap that is manageable and well controlled is important. As mentioned, about a foot and a half long is ideal and somewhere around an inch and a half wide is optimum for the sting and thud mix.

Shorter straps are easier to use, to control and aim, but their effect is less. I have a ‘school strap’ that I had made. It is just over a foot long and really quite mild. I have an old belt that is used doubled up for a hand strapping. The leather is old and supple and not overly thick. Even though it is longer and two thicknesses of leather, it is still quite mild.

The sound of a strap on palm is distinctive. It is a full bodied high pitched and substantial crack, particularly if the hand is held flat, not cupped. Often the gasp of the slave follows soon after.

A tawse is in my opinion much more severe even though they are so similar to a strap.

A tawse is a strap split down the middle once or more times. This gives it a number of narrower tails, each perhaps a half inch wide, maybe up three quarters of an inch wide.

The effect of this is to increase the sting, dramatically. A well delivered tawse stroke feels significantly more painful that a strap stroke. The tails being more narrow seem to get in and sting more like canes than a strap. The tawse feels like it burns in its sting.

In schools in Scotland, the tawse was very much in use in the 1900’s till it was banned in the ’80s. Many saddlers made them for teachers and advertised them for sale. The most famous was the Lochgelly made by John Dick and descendants. Here is its story.

A Lochgelly tawse is a formidable piece of leather. Just a few strokes leaves all but the most experienced and hardened slave bent over and rubbing the infernal sting that’s burning deep in the hands.

Tawse come in many shapes and sizes but with strong similarities. Typically they have two or three tails and usually are about eighteen inches long. A two foot long tawse would be a long one. The type of leather used for original Lochgelly tawse was both dense and thick making it even more painful to receive.

The multiple narrower tails of the tawse, all traveling at speed penetrate more than a wider strap. The feeling is closer to being caned on the hands. For a thick and stiff three tailed well made tawse the effect is far more severe than the strap.

The sound of a tawse is a little different to a strap. It is slightly more high pitched making a more shrill ‘thwick’ rather than the stronger crack-like sound of a strap.

Technique

For slave, the hand is raised as mistress commands. Most mistresses accept however slave raises it. I usually raise one hand at a time, palm up, fingers together with the thumb pressed into the side of the hand. The mistress stands in front, the palm and fingers are flat and pointing toward her.

Sometimes I have been commanded to support one hand with the other. This is the original Scottish school style where the hand is supported.

The supposed benefit of the two handed presentation is that the second hand makes it more difficult to pull the hand away or to move it as the tawse is descending. Remember, slave is in front of mistress and watching her put the strap up in the air then bring it down on the waiting palm and fingers. Slave knows how painful it will be so the temptation to move the hand, to avoid the pain, can be overwhelming. For some. I know. I feel that.

For mistress, giving a hand strapping can be done in a few ways that affect both the delivery and also, just as importantly, the whole visual of the experience.

Most often a hand strapping is given pretty much as expected. The strap is held in the hand which is raised over the mistresses shoulder. Then after a small delay it is brought down on the slaves waiting and often quivering hand.

An alternative way is for the mistress to grip the far end of the strap with her other hand, in front of her. It looks like she is sttretching the strap almost. This can help her aim and also if done right, increase the speed of the strap.

I’ve had a few mistresses use this technique. One thing I always think about this method is that it looks ‘like ballet’ – the mistress is standing with the strap helf between two hands and looks poised.

A third way is for the mistresses other hand to go behind her back and catch the end of the strap when it is put over her shoulder and down behind her. By pulling down on the strap as she prepares to bring it down, it comes down a lot harder.

This remings me of school. We had a teacher who used this technique and he always made the strap really sting.

Hand Strapping - A Real Session

BDSM sessions with a mistress usually progress from lighter through to more severe implements during the session. That is unless it is a ‘cold’ type session where the most severe is used first. I’ve had a few with the prison strap and cane, they are challenging (more on this later). I’ve not had this with hand strapping though.

Here is a typical session.

At the start of a session I’ve stripped off, had a shower then am kneeling on a towel on the concrete floor. I wear a collar and cuffs. I have my own implements arranged on another towel, arranged in order of severity. On the left is a ‘school strap’ about a foot long, then on the right hand end is the most severe which is a Lochgelly replica with three painfully thick tails. In between are half a dozen other tawse and straps. Nearby are a few belts which are also used.

The collar, the cuffs, being in the dungeon and with the implements laid out beside me puts me into a submissive mood, approaching sub-space.

All my fetishes are being fed and my mind seems to still, to recede.

I become  slave.

Mistress arrives. She moves around me, checking me, then she selects something from my collection.

She stands in front of me. She is of course gorgeous and dressed in leather; leather skirt, leather corset, and two of my widest leather belts around her waist.

“Hands up slave,” she says quietly.

Holding a strap between her hands all my fetishes are lighting off. Unless it is the tawse. Then there is a feeling of concern knowing that it will hurt far more than the mere strapping she has or will give me.

How It Feels

Painful! Exciting. Embarrassing. Severe. Hyper fetish and kinky.

I feel embarrassed to have this in a session. I kneel in a submissive pose. I must present my palms and bear the inspection of the mistress and look into her eyes. I show her how weak I am when the pain she brings sears into me.

I am an office worker, I use the keyboard a lot and do all the normal things around the office and home. My hands not used to manual labor and hence not hard or calloused or rough.

While not delicate, my hands are sensitive and probably normal of most office workers.

When the strap comes own, ‘crack’, it stings and burns and hurts deeply.

When the tawse comes down, it feels like that and much more so.

Why - Oh Why Is This A Thing?

As with most things, there is more than one reason and it is also difficult to determine which of the reasons are more important.

In a session, I’m not sure I want a hand strapping, I am absolutely sure I NEED a hand strapping. That’s the way it feels.

For me the appeal is a ‘whole thing’ where the strict leather mistress makes me raise the hand then she gives me the hand strapping. There is the embarrassment of facing her and making myself take the strokes, to present the other hand, to try to endure. She is watching me, I watch mistress raise the strap, it is challenging. It is the way she is dressed in fetish, the setting in the dungeon, the submission to mistress, the implement and of course the pain.

Of all these things, the pain is least important – strange as it may seem. That is sort of a secondary by-product.

Writing this, I am introspecting, trying to define what it actually is that draws me back to getting a hand strapping. Where is it at?

Putting it down on a web page makes me relive the experience, to try to understand myself.

One thing that occurs that I’ve not seen anyone else mention is that hand strapping in a session has absolutely no subterfuge. There can be no denial of what’s happening. As it is happening it is all about a BDSM session with all the fetish and needs happening all at once. In other positions in the dungeon, with other things happening, I’m not facing the mistress. I’m not looking at the session face on, I can sort of avoid the whole thing a little by being in sub space with the imagination running riot.

Facing the mistress and watching her give a hand strapping is full on fetish and BDSM.

Wrapping it all up into one thing… I think the appeal is in facing the strict mistress as she hold the strap in her hands. She commands me, I comply, then I watch her with the strap. It is my submission.  I try as hard as I can to endure the strokes of the strap, and so she straps me harder. It seems to get deeply into me. I feel the embarrassment of being in front of her and facing her.

I feel the fetish so strongly and I look at the mistress and know it is something I must do.

Trying It Out At Home - Self Strapping

Get a leather belt, maybe an inch to an inch and a half wide. Then using just the end of it, bring it down on your open hand, down along the palm and onto the fingers. Make it crack down.

How many times can you do this and how hard? Can you do it hard three times? Make it six? I find that with all my experience only three or four is my limit.

Then if you own a tawse, that is a whole different thing. If you can give yourself two or three hard strokes of the tawse across your other hand, well done.

I’ve done this a few times. It is not very successful as I can’t apply the kind of force that a mistress in a session will do. I always chicken out far too early.

This was a revelation in my first pro-dom session many years ago. The mistress strapped me far harder than I had done for myself, and she gave me a lot more strokes. So many more, it was in the range of about 30 strokes to each palm, end on. Now in my sessions it is more than this and the tawse is used also leaving my hands red and shaking.

Did any of this rambling discussion bring any enlightenment? Please let me know.

Right now in Covid lockdown the thought of my next session is dominating me. What will I ask for?

I do know a hand strapping will feature. I feel another post coming on.

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Asking In Ignorance

Communication And BDSM

One mistress said her pet hate was a client saying “just do what you think I want” – or similar. She said it put so much stress on her and made her worry far too much about what she was doing.

Thinking about it, that is a crazy thing to say. BDSM has an absolutely huge range of options. The chance of getting what you want by not communicating is about nil.

Same for knowing what you want, but as thr Stones said ‘you can’t always know what you want.‘

Conclusion

A funny place to put a conclusion – but here it is.

Do your homework first. Try to work out what works for you. Leave options open. Try for a rapport with the mistress so she will sense if something is not working.

To get a great session requires great communication with a mistress. My sessions needs are ‘basic and core business’ for mistresses but there are things I like and don’t. These must be spelled out.

The precise words you use are also super important. The mistress will listen and use these in crafting your session.

Example. I remember one mistress in the pre-session discussion saying “I’ll give you a good beating” – which was wrong. I had to correct her, “sorry mistress. A good belting, a good strapping and a thorough tawsing then caning please.” For me ‘beating’ is not the word to use. Same as ‘hit’ – nope, wrong words, wrong connotations.

Planning ahead is essential particularly if you are (like me) nervous. If you are a lists person, then a short bullet point list will go a long way to having a great session.

I Remember My First Session

I’ve been writing my biography and in that I documented my first session and my reaction to it. I took notes at the time and also, I do remember this session very well.

For this first session, I had spoken to the mistress on the phone and outlined what my BDSM was for me. I talked very briefly, in stumbling phrases about it and that was pretty confronting for me.

Then when we eventually met for the session she asked a few questions then the session happend.

Well in hindsight I was pretty ignorant. There is no doubt. I asked for some things which happened (great) but the mistress did things that took me so far past that. That was confronting at the time but she was correct.

I count myself lucky that I’d chosen an excellent mistress and she was able to read my responses and creat a session that worked so well.

I hadn’t given her much to work with.

Choosing A Professional Matters

In my session I was lucky I chose a mistress who was super experienced and liked the bondage and corporal that I did. She’d taken a number of newbies before and she tried things out with me,

I do not remember anything she did that didn’t work well. However I do remember thinking she’d done a lot more than I imagined.

So doing some research before a session would seem like a good idea.

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Biography – The Walk Of Seven Yards

A Kink Biography

One thing the Covid lockdown has been good for is introspection. Since I can’t travel to my office, I found myself spending more time thinking about my life, and writing. I’ve even written a “TED Talk” that goes into the whole kink thing from my perspective.

Anyway. I started a kink biography! Why? Why not!

Over the decades I’ve kept small writings about where I’ve been at and what I’ve been doing. Also I have session notes from all the mistresses I’ve seen and the places they have worked out of. It has been an interesting time revisiting those notes.

I am not 100% sure I will ever publish the biography as it is rather personal, maybe I’ll just leave it a work in progress. However there are some sections I’ll publish here. Maybe there are some people who would benefit, maybe some laughs, maybe some sighs of disbelief.

Oh yes! The anecdotes section has grown considerably. I should update this site with some of them.

Anyway – here is the first small writing. This was my crossing of the Rubicon moment, a time when over three decades of thinking about BDSM was transformed into action.

I was pulled to this, unstoppably pulled toward this just like how gravity pulls us down to earth.

The Walk Of Seven Yards

The phrase … ‘The walk of seven yards took me thirty years to make’ is something I’ve often thought to myself – as it had.

Walking off the public footpath then across those seven yards to knock on an average looking green suburban front door is something I’ll never forget. Same as the words ‘Welcome slave’ from the woman, my first interaction with a dominatrix, who opened the door.

This was to be a collection of firsts; the first dungeon I had ever been in, my first contact with a sex worker, and the first of many BDSM sessions.

So it happened like this.

I walked off the footpath, knocked on the door then waited. From an almost comforting silence I heard the increasingly loud clacking of sharp definite footsteps on a tiled floor. The presumption that it was the person I was to see, a dominatrix, was confirmed when she opened the door and said ‘Welcome Slave’ in a rather sultry voice.

I had said in the phone call I made to book the session that ‘the belt’ was my thing and so I was delighted to see her wearing a rather nice medium width one round her waist. She was tall and statuesque, rather well made up and to be honest, intimidatingly attractive. The pilot cap and sharp makeup balanced out the effect into a classic dominatrix look.

After confirming who I was, she opened the door and said to enter the second door on the left, which I did.

First impressions are super important and in this it was absolutely this way. In hindsight she was a good first mistress, someone with a decade plus of experience – but she had her own demons I was later to find.

On entering the first dungeon I had ever been in, I instantly felt at home. I was happy to be there, relaxed yet eager. It was a tangible feeling and it still is.

The tension of actually getting there had dissipated, and now I had the stress of the session itself which was comparatively far more minor. Why? Thinking back, ‘it would just happen’ was where I was at. Being there was the difficult part, letting it happen wasn’t.

It is so many years ago now that I write about the session, but I do remember it well.

I was and still get triggered by being in the dungeon, the whole BDSM experience. That is a term that just occurred to me as I wrote it, and it is correct. Something calming and soothing is triggered by the experience.

Have you ever gone on holiday feeling tight and wound up and strung out, then when you arrive you suddenly feel a massive release of tension. That was exactly the feeling for me. And over the next fifteen years I still get it.

‘I had arrived’ and it felt good.

At the time I recognized that feeling I also felt the strangeness of it. There I was in a room with a bondage bench, a St Andrews cross, a wall of BDSM equipment, a mirror and a suspension winch – and a tall amazonian dominatrix – and I felt at home.

Never ever have I not felt the strangeness of this time. But the ‘welcoming coming home feeling’ continues and is such a strong feeling. I go into a dungeon and am happy.

The Interview – A Pre Session Discussion

The mistress told me to sit on a small and low stool which I did. I found myself feeling rather stupid as I looked up to her, just like back in junior school looking up at the teacher. She is a tall woman, but not quite my height so I later thought she wanted to set me into a subservient position from the get go. She really was quite clever.

Well, for the next short while the mistress questioned me about what I want, what experience I had and what I thought should happen in the session. It was all very business like and if anything a little difficult as here I was telling someone my deepest darkest most hidden thoughts and fetishes.

This was a huge first for me.

Getting Ready

Then I was told to ‘take off you clothes, put on this dressing gown, go down the hall and take a shower. Come back then we shall start the session.’ If that doesn’t put a lump in a newbies throat nothing will – and it was like that for me. And worse.

Laboring the point, now was the real moment of truth. It was scary enough knocking on the front door, this was heading into a full shaking body out of mind scary time.

Even worse and really quite stupidly, I’d not thought of this before, but I had to get naked in front of another woman as she watched. I felt that acutely, I still remember the embarrassment. I also felt the stupidity of that feeling – I had to push through it so that is what I did. Guilt at the thought of cheating on my wife is a horrid thing.

I do know that as the session progressed, it became easier and easier to be in the session, once the ice was broken. There was a comfort from it being a professional arrangement pure and simple.

After the shower and on my return, the dungeon was empty. I stood looking at the room and the implements. The collection of gear hanging on a trellis on the wall was pretty much what you’d expect to see in a BDSM dungeon and some of it was extraordinary and some of it rather mundane. What possible use could fishing sinkers have went through my mind. Clearly I had much to learn.

Then I heard footsteps returning down the tiled corridor outside.

…. to be continued…. maybe. Should I document my first bondage and discipline session here? You be the judge.

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Even with the best of intention – Covid defeated us

Covid and Kink

Like so many people we have struggled under the covid-19 pandemic and the various social distancing and lockdowns required.

To play with our kink requires, ideally, particupation with others in a caring and consensual environment. The Covid pandemic has stopped that cold. So no kink for months and months!

Now, updating this site for the first time this year we find we have nearly forgotten everything we learned. Clearly I.T. is not our strong suit.

The only upside is that we have done a lot of writing work on various projects we hope to publish in the near future.

Stay safe.

 

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Millennial Discipline Contract

Embracing Discipline

The very fabric of society was breaking down with the entitled generation unable to cope with their freedoms.

Something had to be done, so the ‘millenniuum discipline contract’ was devised.

Opening up the process, embracing social media into the contract and enforcing dicipline at every became the new norm.

This is the story of one family and the discipline in their life.

Part 1 of this story will be available late December 2020 as a free story on this site. Please call back.

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Redwire

Redwire - Cyber Security - Kinky Sex

Advance Information

Michelle a tough homicide cop finds that a man in a diner is more intriguing that any she’s ever met. Then she finds him to be even more intriguing when the going gets down and happy. She learns a whole lot of new things and gets an appreciation for kinky sex she thought she’d never get.

This is a long stiory, not just a bdsm quickie with plenty of character building.

Coming soon. Very soo. Maybe in parts as it is quite long.

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Strapubus After Hours

It Starts with a quiet drink

A man having a drink at a bar encounters a most unusual woman. A woman who has embraced her dark side, her kinky side and uses it for pleasures he would never have imagined. The only question, is this to be a once off or will there be a repeat performance.

Harry was tired from a tough Friday at work so decided to visit the bar near work. It was a bit trendy for his tastes but what the hell, it was time he splurged out. It was not as if he had anyone to spend his money on, his last girlfriend having deserted him a few months ago. He’d been feeling the loss, the need for some intimate time, but his work kept him busy.

Fun in bed
ball gag

On entering he found the bar dimly lit and, looking around, quite a nice place. He sidled up to the bar and claimed a stool beside a woman he only saw the back of and paid scant attention to.

“This taken?” he’d asked and she’d just waved a hand without looking at him. He wasn’t after a pickup for the night so he paid her little attention also. He just wanted to relax and enjoy a quiet night. The gentle music in the background was also helping, not thumping, not trying to shake his brains out.

His first beer went down quietly as he felt the peace. Damn, it was super cold, super nice, and he let his mind wander, his eyes half closed as he got right into it. Looking in the mirror behind the bar he saw the tables filling and the stools at the bar now fully taken. If it was going to get busy and noisy, he’d be leaving soon.

He decided on a white wine for his second drink, and also for it to be his last. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and two was his usual limit, plus it was getting busy. His first small taste made him smile with his eyes closed in pleasure. It was a lovely crisp chardonnay, and he sighed with the pleasure, a long deep slow sigh of contentment.

“My favorite,” said the woman beside him.

For the first time he looked at her properly, then nodded, “Mine too, but as a chaser to the beer. That slakes the thirst, the wine sits nicely on top.” She was a good looking woman, a bit older he guessed, and dressed very nicely indeed. The leather skirt, the low cut top, the bare jeweled arms all made her look a bit top shelf to him. She did look way out of his league.

Maybe she was a model, maybe an aspiring model, maybe someone from a fashion column? It didn’t matter, she was top shelf and he was tired. Too tired to do any chasing.

She turned a little more and he found she really was quite attractive in a severe kind of way. “I never respond to a pickup line. Why didn’t you try?” she asked. “Did you know I’d brush you off?”

He shrugged as he looked at her face, then into her deep hazel eyes sucking him in. Suddenly he realized she really was more than attractive. Not pretty, she was nothing like pretty. Pretty said feminine and possibly weak and simpering. She looked strong and sure of herself and hot as hell.

“Truth be told I’ve had a tough day at work. I just wanted to sit and relax and my brain really is struggling.” He didn’t say any more.

“Is that a brush off?” she asked with a quirky smile, something somewhere between a laugh and surprise showing on her face.

“No, not at all,” he said back pedaling quickly, “I think it means I’m too mentally exhausted to put in the effort and truth be told, I was absorbed in my beer. Sorry. It sounds weak and lame and all that but it’s the truth. I’m washed out.”

“Ah,” she said with a smile. “It is nice to chat to someone without an agenda. What do you do then?”

For the next half hour they chatted. Their lives were remarkably similar, both with high powered jobs making demands of them, and they were both in the same bar for the same reason.

Strapped Up In Harness

Back at her place he looked around the entry hall. It was just a small walled off tiled area that led into a large lounge room that had a view out over the city at night. It looked pretty at night like this with the lights twinkling. To the left was the kitchen area and to the right some doors that he guessed were bathroom and bed rooms.

His inspection was cut short by the hand on his bottom then Cynthia was in front of him, close, pulling him in till she was fully against his body. Reaching around with her other hand she pulled his head in and then he found himself kissing her, deeply. She got right into it, deeply into it and with her pulling him in, he felt his cock stiffen up instantly. Almost of their own accord, his arms circled her as they extremely deep kissed, their tongues dancing and rubbing together as she rubbed her hips into his, sending him sky high.

The kiss broke off eventually as she pulled away, then her hand was in his, pulling him, leading to the doors on the right. “Lets get you prepared,” she said.

With his mind in a whirl and his cock rock hard and hurting he didn’t give what she said much thought. He passed off the strange sound of it as ‘lets getting naked’ and that would be fine.

Seconds later they were in her bedroom, the light from the open door the only light in the room. Then, in a frenzy, they kissed again, her body against his rubbing and gyrating leaving no doubt in his mind that sex was going to happen very soon. Either that or he’d come in his trousers but looking at her, her red hot needy body, that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be inside her right now.

They both decided instantly, at the same time, then their clothes were flying through the air. Seconds after that he had his hands on her chest, roaming all over her and she had her hands on his cock and cupping his balls then she leaned in for a kiss.

“On your back on the bed,” she said, “quickly,” and she didn’t let go of him, leading him to the bed. It was sending him sky high.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He glanced at the bed but didn’t pay any real attention to what he saw in the dim light. It looked like she had a great belt collection spread over the bed and on the bedside table. But his need for her was paramount, so he laid down quickly and just looked at her naked form looming over him, her hand circling his cock, “Oh God,” he said. It felt a little strange, laying on her belts but right now he didn’t care, his mind was elsewhere.

His cock in her hand demanded his total attention. Well almost. Her naked form was an absolute delight to look at too.

Then she asked, “Do you need to go home tonight or can you stay, maybe leave early or freshen up here?”

That sounded even better. This was a dream come true. “Sure, I can stay,” he said as his hips were rising and falling in time with her stroking of him. Damn, if she wasn’t careful he’d be blasting his spunk onto the ceiling the way she was going.

“Good,” she said, “lay back and trust me, you’ll love this.” Then in one quick and he later guessed well rehearsed movement she spun around and suddenly she was squatting on his face, his mouth covered by her pussy, surprising him totally. Suddenly he had a face full of hot woman bits. And she held his cock. And she was stroking him.

“Lick,” she said as she lifted off for a moment, and he got the idea. He was not averse to dining out as the saying went and from experience it always meant he was in for some great sex with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go get it. There were no down sides to this.

As soon as she pushed back down again, he started to lick and to nuzzle her between the legs. She tasted strong but womanly, tangy but also hugely sexy. “Umm,” was all he could say around the well haired pussy engulfing him, his senses filled with her.

Hard Riding In Straps

As she was rubbing herself into his face, he felt her hand leave his cock for a moment then she took his wrists and pulled his hands down along his body, pushing them against his hips. It was mildly strange, but nothing special considering where his face was.

With light pressure she had his hands against his body, pressed into the sides of his hips then he felt something he ignored as he lapped at the lovely labia, danced his tongue around the vagina then when she moved, he circled and tapped the little clit that was peeking out as she moved back and forward.

Suddenly, whatever it was tightened firmly. He felt the constriction around his hips and wrists binding him. In reflex, he tried to move his hands but found he couldn’t as they were trapped tight against his body.

In the time it took him to try moving them, he felt the same thing again but this time a little way up from his wrists, at about mid way along his forearm, then it too was tightened.

He was feeling frightened now. He started to squirm and move but her weight increased on his face, trapping him. It felt like some kind of restraint had been put on him, cinched up tight, and he couldn’t move his arms. At all.

“Ssshhhhh,” she said as she moved back and forward, then, “Lick,” as she moved her hips and rubbed her pussy against his face. “Trust me, this will be good.”

He wasn’t feeling too good about this, but she wrapped her hand around his cock again and started to rub taking his mind off it. “Hmmm, you can enjoy this,” she said as she cupped his balls with her other hand. Then, rubbing her pussy against his face he found himself enjoying it. What did he need his hands for anyway?

“Enough,” she said as she lifted off, his cock rock hard in her hand.

Turning round quickly, using a tight grip on him, she straddled his hips and took his full length inside herself in one quick plunge, her hips landing down in his lap, his cock right up her.

The sudden feeling of a warm moist and delightfully tight vagina swallowing his cock made him lift his shoulders up. She put her hands on his chest and pushed down as she put her full weight onto him taking him even deeper inside, but only for a moment.

She lifted off just a little, then she drove down taking the cock in fully, her hips slamming down and shaking them both and the bed.

“Oohh yess,” he groaned as she repeated it, fucking him hard, lifting and falling, fucking him deeply, using him. This was something he particularly enjoyed.

Then sitting upright, and now not moving, she put her hands either side of him and he saw her lift the ends of a belt and buckle the ends tightly, the leather of this belt at his elbows and pulled tightly into him when she buckled it. That took seconds.

Then leaning forward a little more so her breasts jutted over his face, another belt was gripped, raised, then buckled around his chest. Then in seconds again, another was buckled just under his shoulders.

Now he really couldn’t move. His torso had five tight belts wrapped around him and she was sitting on his hips, his cock stiff and hard and nestled deep inside her, her movement in doing up the belts had been nice, like she was almost chewing on his cock as she moved her hips.

Then she started to move again, “Enjoy it,” she said huskily as she leaned forward putting her lovely breasts just inches from his face as she moved back and forward, “Just lay back and enjoy it. Just a few more straps,” she said.

After some lovely slow fucking, she lifted off then standing beside the bed, she wrapped a belt round his thighs, buckled it tight, then above his knees, below his knees, round his calves and then round his ankles. She cinched them all up tight so he was barely able to move at all.

As this was happening his fear was rising, his damp pussy juice soaked cock was cold in the night air, and he felt himself going down slightly. But that was balanced by watching her naked form and the taste of her in his mouth.

“Waggle your feet,” she said so he did. It was electric watching her naked form in the half light, putting the belts round him.

She watched him waggle his feet, then leaning forward one more belt was wrapped round his feet, around each foot and over the bridge, underneath, then around both and pulled tight.

“There,” she said, “much better. Back to work,” then she gripped his cock again, and again he was erect and hard in an instant. Quickly she straddled him and he was again delightfully pushed up deep inside in a glorious fuck that took his mind off everything.

She leaned forward, pushed her knees back, then she was laying full length on him and her mouth covered his.

The kissing while she moved slowly was delightful, a full woman and sex experience and he was getting right into it. As she lay against him, squirming, moving her hips up and down he could feel himself starting to come, the end of his cock starting to twitch in the precursor to a hard release that would leave him gasping.

“Not yet,” she said as she rolled off his body, his cock pointing straight up still and moving, twitching, needing almost nothing to push him over the edge. “I always come first,” she said, “then you get your reward.”

Standing beside the bed, “Lift your chest up a little,” she said as her breasts were either side of his face. He assumed she was going to get him to suckle, to lick and maybe use his teeth to tease her nipples but she had other ideas. As he lifted, she moved something off the bedside table then she wrapped his neck with it. Her hands went behind his neck then he felt it tighten, the feeling of constriction now strong round his neck.

She bent slightly when she was done, then swung her breasts against his face, her nipples brushing against his cheeks, his nose, mouth and forehead. “It does focus the mind, wearing a posture collar,” she said, then she added, “I use it when I masturbate. And this too,” she said as she grabbed something else.

He had only a fleeting glance at it, then he felt something large at his mouth which he momentarily thought was a breast, but then when it was pushed in he had a horrid fear it was a dildo. Suddenly his mouth was completely filled, he felt the lather pad at the front against his lips and she said, “Lift up, quickly now, this is the icing on the cake. Just a little rubber for you to suck on.”

He did as told, looking at her jutting breasts then he felt pressure on his face as the strap to the gag, and he realized what it was now, was tightened. Not only that, in the half light he could see that the piece in his mouth extended out the front and it looked like a big fat penis sticking up in the air. This was confirmed seconds later when she quickly mounted his face, her hand guiding the big rubber cock into her pussy as she sat upright, then leaned forward.

“Make it good for me,” she said when she lifted up high for a moment, the sight of her vagina with just the tip of the rubber cock inside it exciting him. It was like a porn movie come true, laying there tied up with belts and unable to move as she took her pleasure.

She rode his face, moving up and down, as she held his cock. She became quite demanding, pushing down hard and at times moving from side to side as she clearly enjoyed the dildo inside her. The fucking seemed to take a while, but then her felt her quivering and he knew what this was. She was close now.

Lifting off she quickly turned around and again his cock was deep inside that gloriously delicious vagina. She rode him sitting bolt upright, his cock hard and pushing into the front of her vagina and rubbing her where she wanted. Then, as she sat, her breasts swinging slightly he felt her tensing up just as he felt the same thing. Then it hit them both. She screamed out loud and was jumping and quivering and clenching his cock as she came hard, and he felt the end of his cock swell up and then almost burn as he spurted hard and deep inside her. He was shuddering, quivering, moving up and down as much as he could, and she was doing the opposite and pushing down on him.

It lasted a week, it lasted ten minutes, he had no idea how long but he knew his balls hurt when it finished and he was completely spent. He lay there, her on top of him, his body tingling all over and still with all those belts wrapped round him, unable to move.

At long last the delicious fucking finished. She’d kept her hips moving long after she finished, and long after his own shudders finished, but now he felt himself softening up.

She pushed her legs back and while keeping her hips against him to lay full length on his body again. She relaxed down and soon her face was beside his, her cheek against his.

He felt the post climax sleep wafting over him, his eyelids getting heavy, his body drifting off. Without moving she said quietly into his ear, “Get a snooze. We’ll go again in an hour or two. Suck on the gag, it’s like a pacifier. I love that feeling after I masturbate, the feeling of cock and drifting off with it in my face and the posture collar cinched up tight just feels dreamy.”

With her laying on top of him, her soft body pressed into him, he did just that. The rubber cock was absolutely the last thing he thought he would accept, but now with her naked body pressing against him, it felt good, particularly after the massive come.

Kinky Night Wake Up

He slept deeply, and how long for he didn’t have any idea but when he did wake it was extraordinary.

He was unable to move. Something was in his mouth, big and fat and rubbery. He ran his tongue along it then against his will almost, he felt himself sucking on it, his tongue running up and down the shaft.

In his half wakeful state it was dreamy and erotic then he realized that if he was unable to move, why was his cock being circled by a warm hand that was wanking it gently.

He started to move, then he heard, “Wakey wakey sleepy head. Time to earn your keep again,” and then he remembered. He was in a woman’s bed and all tied up.

“Mind if I use you for as little pleasure?” she asked.

The wanking of his cock stopped then her hands came up to his face and he felt the strap round his head tighten for a moment, then release, then she pulled out the gag.

“You up for it?” she asked again.

He nodded and gasped slightly, the feeling of being able to use his mouth again feeling strange. “Ohh yes,” he gasped.

“Good. There. Lets use those lips and tongue for a while,” she said huskily. Then he had a face full of woman, kissing him, giving him her all with her tongue chasing his around and her lovely lips pressed down hard on his.

He enjoyed that, particularly when her hand found his cock again and had it hard in seconds. “Hmmm,” she said when she pulled back for a moment, “does this mean you like it?”

He could only nod for a moment, gasp slightly, then say, “Ohhh God, you’re amazing,” which was enough for her. Quickly she was kissing and deep tongue thrusting him again.

~~~~~

As he lay there, tied up tight with all the belts round him he found it erotic to be fondled, kissed, wanked by the beautiful woman beside him. In the half light from the open door he could see her lift up on one elbow as she kissed him, her other hand moving down his chest and running over all the belts binding him. Then when it came to his cock again, she tweaked it, pulled on it, slid her hand up and down the shaft, wanked him, sending tremors up and down him and made him hard and needy.

And there was nothing he could do about it. He was at her mercy and that just made him harder and more needy.

Her tongue flicked into his mouth and found his, rubbing against it as she caressed him. He felt his cock responding more and more strongly, and his balls were starting to ache in his desire.

Taking her time, doing it slowly so her whole body rubbed against his, she slid on top of him sensuously with her naked body, taking her time and rubbing against him. It was the most erotic moment of his life, tied up like that as she slid on top.

Then, with some hip movements as her tongue was moving in his mouth, she found the head of his cock and hunching, she pushed back and had it lodged inside just an inch.

Lifting her chest off his, releasing the deep kiss, she looked into his eyes and she slid her body down slightly so he was now lodged fully inside her. Damn but it felt good.

“Let me fuck you slowly,” she said and then she did that. Slowly, her hips rising and falling, rocking from side to side, with her body against him and her tongue deep in his mouth, she fucked him for her pleasure.

“Oh yes,” she said as she moved her hips slowly, her hips moving up and down in a steady rhythm. “Oh yes,” she breathed into his mouth as his cock started to swell and twitch, then when he came, shaking and shuddering, she pushed back hard on his cock taking his full length deep into her pussy and grinding her hips down on him.

Finally when his orgasm had passed, when he’s stopped quivering and he’d regained his senses she looked down at him. “Finish me off,” and with that she put the gag back in his mouth but didn’t buckle it up. “Keep that in there,” she said then quickly she turned and straddled his face.

Seconds later he had that warm wet pussy against his face, the dildo pushed deep inside her as she moved up and down. This time, with it not strapped into his mouth, he felt it moving more in his mouth so he had to grip it with his teeth to stop it coming out.

As she used him his whole world was her crutch, moving up and down on the black shaft, but it didn’t last long. With a cry and a shake of her hips, she came and came hard with her hips slamming down onto him to get the maximum possible penetration.

When it was finally finished she lay down beside him then took the rubber shaft out of his mouth.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Then she kissed him long and hard. “Do you like the taste of me?” she asked between kisses, her hand roaming all over him.

“Yes,” was all he could say then his mouth was plugged with her lips and tongue as she got into it again. She kissed him for an age then she lifted off.

“Here’s a treat then,” she said then she put the gag back in his mouth. He didn’t realize it before but she must have used the gag end for the fucking and not the protruding dildo when she straddled his face as he all of a sudden had the taste of her strong in his mouth, her juices still thick on the rubber gag. Lifting his head, she strapped it deep into his mouth then she lay back down beside him and wrapped a hand round his cock. “Back to sleep. I’ll use you again in the morning. Get your strength up.”

Then she snuggled down and he felt her hand moving over all the belts, round his cock, around the belts again. As he was starting to drift off in the post orgasmic bliss he felt it wrapped round his cock. It was a delightful way to go to sleep as he ran his tongue up and down the rubber shaft tasting her, imagining he was giving her head again.

Morning Ride In Straps

The morning was memorable also, and for all the same reasons. The initial problem was that he needed, desperately, to use the toilet. He was awake quite quickly with that full bladder feeling and his movement woke the woman.

She was wrapped around him, an arm over his body and a leg cocked over his hips as he lay with all the belts binding him. He frowned, he tried to make the ‘ need to pee’ look or whatever that was as he looked at the door to the bedroom into what he presumed was a small bathroom.

“Pee?” she asked, then “not a problem,” when he nodded quickly.

She sat up in the bed then took off all the belts from his waist down, releasing him. He presumed she’d take the ones off above the waist but that didn’t happen. She gripped the ring in the middle of his collar and, “Come on, let’s use the bathroom,” which was novel.

Struggling after the enforced immobility, she got him to his feet then she led him, all the belts round him making themselves felt, into the bathroom then, “Sit,” she said after she led him to the toilet seat.

He turned, sat then he felt her hand on his cock pointing it down into the bowl. It was erotic but his bladder was damned full so a large hot stream of urine took a few seconds to release. And when it did start, it was unstoppable.

As he was pissing he watched the naked woman in front of him, and she was a pleasure to watch. She made a meal out of the display of getting a face washer, soaking it in the hand basin then rubbing it around her crutch. She caressed a breast with one hand, then with the other rubbed herself between the legs with the face washer. Then she rinsed it, and repeated, then she took the end of the face washer and pushed it into her vagina, rotating her hips and gasping and making gentle erotic noises as she rubbed and caressed herself.

Finally when he was done, she smiled at him, shook his cock then taking the ring in his collar again told him, “Stand,” and so she led him to the small hand basin.

Turning on the hot tap she got the face washer again, wet it with hot water then she washed his cock and balls. It was enormously sexy, to have his cock and balls washed like that, particularly when she tapped his thighs and told him to open, open wide. He spread his legs for her making himself available, exposing himself. The face washer was rinsed then again it was used all over his crutch and down the inside of his legs. It, like everything else she did, was damned erotic.

She then started to stroke his cock. “Up for it,” she said as the stroking started to harden him up, not that it needed much after what she’d been doing. “Oh yes, I can see you are. One last one for the road then. Something a little different maybe.”

She gripped his cock then pulled him along.

She led him back into the bedroom then made him stand beside the bed, back a few feet. Releasing his cock, she quickly got a fist full of belts then in seconds his legs and ankles were circled and the leather cinched up tight so he was again totally bound.

“Kneel,” she said firmly as she gripped the ring on his collar and gave it a little tug downward.

Soon he was kneeling, facing the bed, and she was naked and smiling at him as she looked down, his eyes right at crutch level. Right where he wanted to be. He could see her nipples were hard and pointy, clearly this was having an effect on her.

She moved in front of him then sat on the bed, her legs on either side of his body. Reaching forward she took the gag out of his mouth then with a firm hand on the back of his head, she pulled him forward and down. He knew what she wanted.

Some pussies were glorious, some super sharp tasting as if their owners never washed them, and others were just the opposite. He liked the ones where the labia weren’t too pronounced but there was enough of them to get a tongue around them, to suck them a little and the clit was in a lightly furred forest and available. Hers was like that.

He moved forward slowly then licked her from bottom to top, slowly, the tip of his tongue flicking in between her labia and licking her gently and sensuously. Then he circled the clit, letting his tongue play with it, twiddle it, roam around it and move all over it to excite her.

The effect was all he wanted. Her hand was on the back of his head, she leaned back, she opened her legs to him and pushed her pussy upward to get as much tongue on it as possible.

He knelt, the belts wrapped round him and gave her the best head he could. It was probably also the best he’d ever given. His girlfriends had in the past been treated to this only occasionally and even then, it had never been as good as this. This woman had the nicest tasting pussy he could remember, tasty and all girl but not overly so.

As she started to gasp, to get closer to a come, she put her hand on his head and pushed back. The gag was quickly back in his mouth and buckled tightly. “Quickly, on your back.”

He stood, which wasn’t easy strapped up like that, then he shuffled forward. With her hands on him, she guided him to be laying on is back.

She wasted not a second, she flicked her legs either side of his face. He looke dup, the end of the dildo projecting upward, here pussy gaping and open over his face. Then her hand came down and gripped the shaft, guiding the end of the dildo between her legs then seated deep inside her. She leaned down then his cock was taken in her mouth and suddenly he was getting some wonderful head as her hips rose and fell on his face.

He was as randy as hell now, this was just too much to take and like last time, just before he came, she got off him quickly then gripping his cock seated it between her legs and dropped down hard taking it all in one deep thrust, his chest came up off the bed slightly, but she pushed down as she leaned forward putting all the more pressure on their hips and making the fuck deeper and more glorious. She rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell then he was pushed over the edge, his come gloriously mind bending as he shook and shuddered in orgasm.

As he shook, she didn’t stop, her hips were needy, gripping him, moving from side to side as well as up and down then with a gasped “yeaaahhhhgggs oh yes,” she came also, shuddering and hunched over him, her hips gripping him tightly.

Their bodies joined at the hips lay still with him still fully inside her and neither of them were moving. “I do like a nice firm cock inside me,” she said as she rubbed her hand over his chest and the belts circling him. “I do like it a lot,” then she stroked his face.

Leaning forward she unstrapped the gag then leaning down fully she kissed him deeply, their mouths open and locked together as their tongues writhed and rubbed together.

They lay like that for a while, her on top of him, kissing, their tongues writing then the inevitability of running out of time meant she had to get up.

Taking her time she unstrapped him. Each belt she took off she rolled up then put onto her bedside table till they were all taken off, except for one she doubled over she put in her lap. Then, as he lay watching her, she took off his collar then the double dildo gag.

She picked up the doubled belt again and ran it through her hands. Like that it looked like it was designed to crack across a naughty bottom. Without thought he got up then sat beside her on the bed.

“That has got to be the most unusual night of my life.” Then as he watched her smile slightly, “also one of the best. Do you do that often?”

She smiled then put a hand on his knee, the other with the belt flicking it up in the air, draping it over their knees, playing with it. “As often as I can. Some can’t stand it, the bondage, some go all crazy then run out even with the promise of a hot fuck. You were very good.”

He put his hand on hers, then ran his hand along her knee then up the side of her chest then fondled a breast. “I’d kind of like to do that to you, you know. Have you all strapped up and take advantage.”

She lifted the belt, wrapped it round his neck and pulled him close. “I told one of my girlfriends what I like. You know what she called me?”

He shook his head, but damn hot and sexy came to mind.

“A strapubus, a bit like an incubus but using belts, straps, and takes advantage of men for my pleasure. I could be tempted to try it the other way round. Maybe,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him hard.

<to becontinued>