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This is work. This is hard work.

I have a good friend. He has 2 girls. It is becoming routine for he and I to bounce questions, ideas, thoughts and general philosophies off of each other. In short, we’ve become a 2 man support team. He watches me, I watch him. We give each other advice and encouragement. What I’ve learned over the years (and what had held me back) was the simple fact that the D/s, D/g, BDSM relationships were not easy.

They are the most complex relationships I’ve entered into. I wouldn’t call them “difficult” (they’re only as difficult as we make them), but they are challenging. In turn they are endlessly rewarding. They aren’t a “Feast of Sex”. They aren’t a chorus of screams and torture.

I believe they are this (for all parties):

A constant journey of sacrifice, surrender, release, discovery and love.

I am pleased beyond any words I can place on these pages to be sharing this journey with my DE and my girl and all of you.

No. It’s not easy. But it sure as hell isn’t difficult.

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Noddy was still in subspace, but was more than happy to give support to Sis and myself.

I laid on my stomach and offered up my canvas. Tutivillus paused and stroked my naked flesh. He whispered in my ear to hold very still.

I groaned..feeling the arousing sting. It was better than I remembered.

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Knives.

Cutting.

Blood.

I was cut for the first time down between my breasts. I gasped and willed myself not to move. The second time, I was unable to move–i was spread eagle and tied to the bed. He slashed both thighs as he made me cum with a vibe.

Next time, we were with a group…….

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Mindnbody had offered to do my first suspension and it was a good time as any since I was feeling quite adventurous after the electro-play.

This sadistic alpha rigger was patient and instructed me on where I would feel pressure according to weight distribution. My breath compensated for the binding around my breasts.  I was concerned I would feel restricted, but discovered it was very sensual being bound.

He asked if I would like my hands free or trussed up. I chose to have them tied and he gladly did so above my head.

I closed my eyes as I was raised high into the air and it only took moments before I was in sub-space. I became unaware of all my surroundings other than my own body and the touch of my rigger.

I was swung about and hoisted high until I flew like a bird. It was beautiful and exhilarating.

For my first time suspension, it was perfect. I even left with some nice rope marks!

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Last weekend, I experienced a violet wand for the first time.

I toyed with the idea for awhile and was conversing with a friend, when he pointed out L as the ‘electro’ guy. I introduced myself and L wasted no time in asking. I nervously agreed and went off to search out Tutivillus.

L and I reviewed limits as his partner D went on search for a sheet to cover the bench. The room was chilly and I was shivering both from the cold and anticipation.

Electricity is one of the prime fears instilled in you as a child. It is bad, it can kill and here I am volunteering to have it administered willing.

L guided me to the table and gave me the ground. He explained he would use mostly his hands but asked if I was open to other implements. I agreed to others touching me as well.

We began and the sensation reminded me of having a scratch on the surface of my flesh. It was not painful (as I am sure it can be) but certain areas were uncomfortable or I clearly did not like (such as my scalp). He used his finger tips before moving onto a knife. A knife..gasp..yes, I do like knives during play and this was a new feeling all together. The abrasions were intense!

I struggled not to move but made it known when the blade hit my inner thigh and ass that I did not like it! All that energy being channeled to a tip was too much on those tender regions.

Next, L put on metal finger tips and used those.

First on my stomach and then on my back. I preferred the back and side. It was far more arousing to me (next to  the knife down my chest) than over my legs and feet.

We did not do any penetration..maybe another time.

Next on my dance card for the evening was my first suspension.

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