The Goddess wants to play - Part 2 (E)

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Hmmm… Where was I in our delightful scene… More than time for me to finish what was started a while back.

Ah, yes… The hogtie. Arms behind my back, restrained by metal handcuffs. Ankles bound together by several loops of rope. Feet near my backside, legs bound there by a short length of rope anchored to the chain of the handcuffs. I feel the metal of the cuffs digging sharply into my wrists. The pressure of the rope around my ankles is also noticeable, but much more forgiving. I feel the tension of the bondage in my legs, my back, and my arms, and yet, my body and mind let go and relax. I give in to the hogtie, and surrender to my Goddess, who is towering over me, enjoying immensely my helplessness as she plays bondage artist.

The hogtie is one of my favorite bondage positions, despite not being all that comfortable. Somehow, the dichotomy of the tension of the position itself and the deeper state of subspace it carries me into, forcing me into surrender and letting go of all, work together in intensifying the emotions and reactions of the power exchange between us. One of those things that definitely, as Paltego from Femdom Resources would say, pushes my buttons.

Goddess Selena gives each one of the ties a little tug. She teases me that everything is nice and tight.

“You’re not going anywhere…” She says playfully, pulling on my hair, and then running her nails down my back.

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She leaves me for a minute. In the depths of subspace, I have flashbacks of other moments left alone hogtied. Our first apartment… hogtied and isolated in our bondage closet while she enjoyed a favorite TV show. Our last house, hogtied on the bed while she takes a shower and gets ready to go out.

I drift back from my reverie when I feel Goddess Selena’s weight next to me on the bed. A sharp edge comes across in a short curve near the top of my shoulder blade. Between the sharp etchings and the focused vibes I get from my Goddess, I make out through the veil of subspace that she is drawing expressions of ownership and love with Sharpie markers on my back. Markings are always swoon-inducing for days afterwards…

Goddess Selena leaves me again for a few instants, and returns with her iPhone. She takes a few pictures of the markings and teases me about them. She puts the phone down on the night table, and releases the tie between the handcuffs and the rope keeping my ankles bound. She rolls me over on my back and arms, and helps me move up into a 45-degree sitting position against the headboard, with a few pillows behind me.

I’m out of the hogtie, but with my wrists and ankles still bound, and the blindfold still on, I can tell she’s not quite done. I hear a what seems to be a plastic bag with some soft-sounding items in it drop next to me. I feel Goddess Selena pinch some skin underneath my penis, and then, some light pressure that doesn’t dissipate despite the fact that she is no longer touching me. Then I feel her pinch a spot on my scrotum, and she lets go of it, leaving once more a light pressure point that remains. She comes back to the penis, and places a third clothespin. And back to the scrotum, for a fourth clothespin. She continues, alternating between the two areas, finding new spots to place a mix of wooden and plastic clothespin, each one more sensitive than the last. I think I can tell the difference between the clothespins, as I vaguely remember the wooden ones being a little stronger but creating more of a dull pain, while the plastic ones are a little sharper, if not quite as strong. Each a source of pain in their own way.

The clothespin scene gets even a little more intense on its own, as I slowly get an erection. The skin of my penis and the upper part of my scrotum get more taunt, making the feeling of the clothespins ever-sharper. Several minutes later, including I don’t know, maybe 12 or 15 or 18 clothespins, Goddess Selena is slapping at some of them, and tugging at others. I arch my back as waves of warmth and pain are radiating from my groin area. Then a singular jolt of pain runs through my entire body as my Goddess removes one of the clothespins and the blood flows back to the skin that had been constricted. And then she removes another to the same effect. I strain against the bondage and I can feel her dominance envelop me as she sadistically proceeds to remove each of the clothespins and enjoys my reactions to her play.

After the last one, I fall back limp against the bed as after-waves of pain still resonate from my groin. For good measure, Goddess Selena grabs my penis and scrotum in her hands and pulls then in different directions, and her hands feel cold against the pain and the warmth of the blood still rushing back to the deprived spots.

She runs her nails along my thighs, and unexpectedly, gives me a deep, passionate, erotically dominant, I-fucking-own-you kiss on the lips. After a surprised pause, I desperately try to answer back with my lips but she is already gone.

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Goddess Selena spends a little while caressing me, holding me, occasionally kissing me, and asking how I am. She eventually removes the blindfold. A little more caressing, and she releases me from the bondage that had kept me at her mercy. Once she is satisfied I am gradually gathering my wits while slowly climbing out of subspace, we kiss again, deeply, passionately.

She takes my hand and gently drags me to our screen enclosed back patio, after we got partially dressed. It’s nearly midnight, and a light breeze is giving the air just a hint of coolness. My Goddess is in the mood for an after-scene cigarette. After a few drags, she grabs the middle ring of my locked leather collar, pulls me down to her a bit, and she gives me a smoky kiss. More (big) buttons pushed. A few more times she repeated the gesture, giving our scene a still fetishy cool-down.

From Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress (no longer active)

We went back inside, and soon lay down for sleep. Just before we dozed off, she told me to lie at an angle to her. She then lies down at a nearly perpendicular angle to me, and from her sleeping-on-her-back position, she places one leg over the back of my thighs and the other over my lower back (I was on my belly). Then she pulls me tight under her knees. And we fell asleep with my Goddess dominantly making herself comfortable using me as a leg/knee rest for the night.

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Playtime, blogs, and tweets (E)

Artwork courtesy of Written in the Water via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress

After I shared my new post with Goddess Selena Saturday night, we both began exchanging some tweets with our friend Mistress Lilyana regarding a comment she tweeted about an article that my Goddess contributed for Geisha Diaries. We then spent some time together looking at some pictures from blogs, Twitter, Fetlife, and considering potential new kinky purchases (looks like a cupping set is in our future).

It was getting late, and we headed off to the bedroom to go to sleep. Or so I thought. It wasn't long that Goddess Selena was on top of me, bound my hands and attached them to the headboard of the bed, blindfolded me, pulled out the spreader bar, and locked my ankles into the cuffs at each end of it. And after she locked my ankles in the spreader bar, realised that I stil had my briefs on, so she took the scissors to them. Wow... In no time flat, I was restrained and captured, unable (and of course, unwilling) to escape whatever she had planned for me.

Whatever she did have planned for me included small (plastic) and large (plastic and wood) clothespins that she applied at her leisure over my penis and scrotum, and on my nipples. She took some time to enjoy a cigarette while she continued the sensation play with a Wartenberg wheel, running it over the tender flesh of my torso legs, and privates. She put aside the wheel just long enough to tease each of my nipples with the tip of her cigarette. After she was done smoking, she added a second wheel, making me squirm hard against my bondage.

Between runs of the Wartenberg wheels, she scratched and deeply etched my skin with her nails. The sensation play, the entirety of my universe while I was blindfolded and bound, was occasionally interrupted by my Goddess giving me some teasing kisses, which never lasted long enough for me to really kiss her back. I could feel how empowered she got enjoying my increasing desperation and frustration in not being able to kiss her back.

She removed the clothespins, and I was especially thankful for not having those small plastics clothespins searing certain areas of my scrotum anymore. I had a full body tremor with the removal of each one of those.

My Goddess took a short break as she went into the living room to retrieve a recent purchase, a small leather slapper with star indents. She had fun slapping the inside and outside of my thighs with it, and teasing me with very gentle taps against my testicles.


I could tell she so wanted to strike me with the slapper hard enough to leave little star marks on my skin. But the angle I presented bound on the bed, combined with the unwieldy nature of the bondage position (and equipment) I was in did not make that a possibility without interrupting the flow of the scene. I expect that this will only make for a higher level of intensity when she finally takes the slapper to my backside in the next day or so.

After the fairly heavy sensation play, and the light impact play, I was deep into subspace. I think my Goddess thought I had fallen asleep when she put away the slapper and began marking me with little symbols and words of dominance and love and ownership with one of the Sharpies.

She finished her artwork on my body, and after some caressing, she slowly removed my blindfold and looked into my eyes. I don't know what she was seeing on her side, but I was overwhelmed by the radiance of her beautiful face and dominant energy.

As she eased me out of my trance, we talked about what we had each most enjoyed about our playtime, talked about our evening's exploration of web kink, and talked about our day.

And then, before both of us fell asleep, my Goddess tweeted:

"@SelenasDymion is locked onto the spreader bar right now. I think it will remain overnight. Wouldnt want him wandering off, now would I?"

"You will submit" by IshaNee

Of candles and clothespins (E)

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Locked leather collar on... wrists locked and clipped in leather cuffs... same for the ankles... blindfold on... lying on my back on the bed... my Goddess leaves me for a few moments to rummage through our toys.

The rapid descent into subspace began the second my Goddess asked for the bondage gear. Each new piece she put on me, locked, and clipped brought me down another flight of stairs into the depths of subspace. And then there's the wait. The delicious anxiety and excitement of the wait. What is she in the mood for? What is she looking for? What will she come back with? What plans does she have for her pet?

My Goddess returned to my side, sat on my mid-section facing toward my legs, and began some CBT. Those nails... god I love those nails... scratching, digging, and cutting into me. I can't avoid reacting. I am slammed by the dominant vibe coming from my Goddess having fun hurting me.

She stops for an instant. And then I feel her fingers pinching a fold of skin. As she lets go, I start feeling the pressure of what can only be a clothespin. It's not all that unpleasant at the beginning, but rapidly the sensation becomes increasingly sharp. I soon forget about the first clothespin as the second is applied in the same manner. And a third. And more. I lose count...

Around the testicules, along my shaft, my Goddess has fun finding sensitive areas that induces a reaction she would enjoy. The clothespins may be creating a pretty pattern, or not, I have no idea. But I could feel her enjoyment to my vulnerablity and my reactions and the sounds I made, even without a word.being spoken on either side.

After a little while of my Goddess combining CBT and clothespin art, suddenly, she stops. No more nails, no more clothespins, no more tugging on the clothespins. Silence. Numbness. Sharpness. And then, she begins to remove the clothespins. One-by-one. And each one coming off creates a searing sensations that, despite the bondage, has my hips come off the bed. She loves it. The air is permeated with the fragrance of her dominance. Her inner sadist was out and having a great time.

After the last clothespin comes off, my Goddess gets off my mid-section, and I hear her flick a lighter. Maybe 10-15 seconds later, I fell her lean over me. No smoking happening. By the time I made the realization that she wasn't smoking, I fell the first drop of wax crash against my chest.

She had been dying to do some wax play for weeks, and the opportunity and time had not come up. Now was an opportune time. My Goddess moves the candle around, dropping wax in an area that ranged from the upper chest and shoulders down to the bottom of the rib cage. Of course, the highlight moments were the hits on, or close to, the nipples. I get shudders now just recalling the intense sensation of a direct hit on one of the nipples. And it seemed to me that the wax from that candle melted especially hot.

The impact of the heat almost makes it feel like the wax continues to sink below the skin before it cools off and solidifies. It is a sharp, deep sensation that reverberates through my body as it becomes duller in its epicenter. As with the clothepins, my mind doesn't move off the searing pain because the latter dissipates, but because there's another drop that hits a few seconds later. And another one.

Wax play is always very special in its own way. Under the skillful hands and devious mind of my Goddess, it's an activity that inevitably brings me into what I've called before the Nexus, a terribly wonderful point at which I don't know if I can take any more, but I so don't want it to stop. And she is just so adept at taking me there. She loves taking me there. I say that because I can feel how much fun she has taking me there.

Shortly after blowing out the candle, my Goddess removes my blindfold, unclips the cuffs and removes some of the larger chunks of wax that had formed. But that minute or so was enough downtime. During all this play, my Goddess had worked herself into a frenzy of sexual excitement. And she needs me to quench her hunger. So as quickly as I gather my wits about me, coming out of the fog of subspace, I switch from being a passive play toy to an active role of sexual servitude. And so the night went on...

Over the course of the next few days, I kept finding more wax on my body, despite my best efforts to catch all of it before getting into the shower the morning after. Wax play is always messy. No matter how careful you try to be, you always keep finding little bits of wax on yourself for a few days, and around your play area for a few weeks. But each time I find another little piece of wax somewhere, I can't help but to smile, and recall the sensations and the imagery of those extraordinarily intense, but fleeting, moments spent in the dominant loving care of my Goddess.

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Lost into her: part 3 - other stuff (E)

Artwork by Morilla/doclusifer, courtesy of deviantart.net, through http://lunarblack.tumblr.com

After the caning... but was it before the hogtie or after? I don't know any more. I don't think I knew by the time I came out of subspace late the morning after. And I have no idea in what order the following happened. Just snippets, flash-images, and partial memories....

Lying on my back in the king-sized bed, blindfolded, hands bound over my head, ankles bound at the other end, my Goddess is sitting on my hips. She is artfully torturing my nipples with her nails, squeezing... pinching... pulling... twisting... As the pain increases, so do my reactions. Soft moans... deep exhales... gentle squirming. The sounds excite her. The movements turn her on. She grinds against me, teasing me since I'm not inside her. The more she hurts me, the more I struggle against the bondage and against her weight, and the more excited she gets and the more she grinds against me. After a few short minutes, the spiral is inescapable. She's reached terminal velocity, and the hot hurt-moan-squirm-grind cycle continues until she is literally hit by a huge climax. I feel her shaking for a minute or two as she lies onto my chest, post-orgasm.

Laid out on my back on the bed, blindfolded, my hands and feet bound at opposite ends, my Goddess takes a break. She comes back to me and blows the first drag of her cigarette into my face. A shiver goes down my spine. She sits next to me, and teases me with her smoke. Some face-blowing... later a forced inhale... later still exhaling into my mouth as she kissed me. Each one leaves me trembling. As much from the fetish action as from her dominance, and my vulnerability to her whims. She moves lower down, still at my side, and I feel her stretch and keep in place the nipple on my right side. Within seconds, I feel intense heat close to it. I don't know how close... And then it gets even hotter. But I stay still, and exhale deeply as the heat gets continually more intense. Her hand has moved off my chest, but I still feel the searing heat around my nipple. I drop down a few more notches in subspace. I am so her toy... for whatever she wants. She repeats on the left side...

I hear the clothespins fall out of the bag. Same position... blindfolded, hands bound at one end of the bed, and ankles bound at the other end of the bed. But it seems to me this was in a different orientation. My Goddess applies the first few clothepins around my testicles and along the shaft of the penis. She loves making pretty patterns with them. She also likes squeezing them, shaking them, and pulling gently on them. But she enjoys even more removing them. Once she applied a dozen or so (one doesn't count very well while in subspace, so I have really no idea), and teased me for a few minutes, my Goddess starts removing them in the order she put them on. I can feel her satisfaction and excitement as she hears the deep exhale, and the occasional upward hip movement at each one of the clothespins taken off. The sharpness of the pain, and the almost searing sensation of a clothespin removed is sweet agony, and almost gets a girlish giggle out of her. A dozen times...

Bound as I am, I can't escape my Goddess. And she is desperately horny. She climbs onto me, and sits on my face. I am plunged into the ambrosia of her most private areas. I feverishly move my tongue to bring her the pleasure I can feel she wants so badly. I also time my breaths as she smothers me for 5 to 10 seconds at a time when she lets her full weight down on my face. She gets closer to climax. The intervals get longer. I can feel her grinding down on me more forcefully. My tongue is working harder and faster. She goes a little higher, and she lets me catch a few breaths, but I can't interrupt what I'm doing. My Goddess pinches my nostrils and sits back down on my face. I lick at her furiously. Her climax is so big she literally falls off me. She recovers by my side. When the trembling subsides, she pulls on the leash attached to the locked leather collar. She forces me to turn onto my belly. She changes her angle to me slightly, and then pulls on the leash some more. My head is way up in-between my legs. She moves down a little closer. She is not done yet. She's not sated. A few minutes later, my Goddess has had another 2 orgasms.

After everything that happened, after some winding down, after the blindfold had been removed (but not the clipped wrist cuffs or clipped ankle cuffs, and certainly not the locked collar), we finished with me kissing her feet. And licking her toes. It was a wonderful end to a spectacular evening. Gentle, intimate, tender, caring, there is something so relaxing to both of us in foot worship. Once that ended after perhaps 10 minutes, we lay down to go to sleep, sometime around 3 AM, my Goddess leaving me in bondage. As tired as we were, we still couldn't fall asleep. She felt so good next to me, and she thought/felt the same. So she unclipped my wrist cuffs (but not the ankle cuffs... challenge!) and we made love. She had another 2 orgasms, and she allowed me release.

And then, finally, after some light cleaning up, my Goddess clipped my wrist cuffs together again, and we fell asleep. Deeply. And very close to each other.

We'll have to remember this hotel...