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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.

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.

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…….

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!

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.

We have resurrected our modest dungeon. DarlingEvil has scoured the countryside in search of furniture she could re-purpose to our evil intent.

Her success is damn near legendary!

The Bench

Last night I took her down to test The Bench. She was a bit nervous…having witnessed a couple of Scenes I’ve done lately. DE had never watched me break submissives (negotiated, of course) and was a bit worried that I would apply that level of intensity to her.

DarlingEvil on The Bench

Still bearing the marks of her last Scene, she complied. I worked her methodically, testing new positions, moving the chains to hold her in different ways. I only used Raven (our favorite flogger) until she asked for a break.

DarlingEvil at rest

She rested for a bit before I chained her again and began to use her for my pleasure.

…but those pictures will have to wait.

Tutivillus

Obviously I was quite pleased…

One of the photo-shoots we did together involved electrical-taped nipples and a mesh top. Electrical tape is HOT! We have a multitude of colours..but black will always be my fave.

*DE*

Odaxelagnia : the sexual attraction to biting or being bitten.

ahh..now this one I like! I am a biter. I have left bruises on thighs, on chests and breasts. I also enjoy being bitten…most of the time at least.

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We were watching porn the other night.
The final scenario of this particular collection was two nuns.

Fisting nuns.
Fisting nuns using a priest’s cum as the lube.
The priest must have been bored because he left soon after cumming all over the ass of one of the nuns.
Maybe he had a sermon to complete before Sunday…..

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“Take off your panties.” I ordered.

There was a moment’s hesitation. I stepped forward.

“Do it Now.”

T stripped off her thong, standing naked before DE, the camera and me.

More flashes from the camera as DE captured her exposed body. I guided her to the chair, instructed her to kneel — facing the back, ass facing us. Grabbing her by the ankles, I spread T’s legs and began a slow, steady series of open-handed blows on her bare ass.

Flogging T

After the red began to show on her white flesh I took up the flogger. Soft, slow sweeps across her shoulders and down to her ass brought moans. Intensity increased. Faster, harder, louder. DE maneuvered through the blows and captured the scene. T’s skin reddened. Loud smacks from the flogger were traded with sharp cracks as I brought in the paddles. Welts and bruises began to form. T groaned, moaned…eyes closed, falling into sub-space.

Raven

It was time for her to stand. A test was in order.

We have a slapper with a tapered handled. I slipped a condom over the handle and slid it into T’s soaked pussy.

The test

“Do not! Let that slapper fall. Hold it or you WILL be punished.” I said evenly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir” she said, voice wavering.

The flogger landed hard. T’s hair flew as the falls reddened her shoulders. She cried out as side-sweeps marked her ass. The slapper began to slip. I grabbed her hair and spanked, hard.

DE’s camera caught the slapper falling to the floor.

I pushed T, kneeling, onto the chair again.

“You let it fall. Now you have to be punished!”

She was chanting “no” as I grabbed the hairbrush paddle and gave T a solid beating. She reached back to stop it and I pinned her hands, still swinging the paddle. Tears flowed.

Wet

After a few minutes I held her. Reassured her. De came forward and embraced her. Together we took her to the bed and blindfolded her, bound her hands.

She almost came as we teased her breast, nipples and clit…but that release was denied. I asked her if she wanted to come. She replied with a near breathless “yes”.

Happy T

DE handed me a small, spiked barrel roller which I began to tease around her swollen, wet pussy. T arched, squirmed, moaned loudly as the roller’s spikes pressed down on her exposed clit. I slid a finger into her and slowly worked it against her rhythmic motion. On the edge of orgasm, fingers rubbing her clit, I leaned close.

The mower

“Don’t come T.”

She grunted loudly, shifting into a low guttural moan that drew on for long seconds.

“Please.Sir” Gasps between moans.

“No.”

DE handed me the Eroscillator. I switched it on to the medium setting, pulled the hood back from her clit and pressed the knobby head of the toy down.

“Come” I whispered.

T exploded in a loud, shuddering groan.

We played for another hour after that, the three of us…but little of it had to do with Dominance or submission. It was about fucking, exploring and establishing our relationship.

Is this a scene I would recommend to anyone else? Hell no! DE is a very unique partner, T is a very unique and respectful Ex. This type of play is an Edge that would destroy many relationships.

For us it made for wonderful play.

Aftermath

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-Tutivillus