New Toy

I was wandering through Spencer's the other day (Oh Spencers. How amusing your toy sections are, how ridiculous, how useless, how lusty).

I've bought some nice things from Spencer's over the years...a vibrator set, a couple pairs of cuffs, a nice rubber whip, and various other novelties like keychains, and those "love dice" things.

It's a novelty shop, so I'm always suspicious of what I just handed over my money for. I don't know if that's because of any particular disappointment (maybe lingering sadness at how easy I can escape aforementioned cuffs?) or not, but for some reason I always expect the worst.

Anyway, here is the new toy...a Cat o' Nine Tails!





I'm pleased to report, that after a mere playful over-the-shirt flogging, that thing is FAR more substantial than it looks. I mean, OUCH.

---Him

Mid Week Weekend Report

Howdy hey everyone,

Since She covered some of our fun but not all of it, I guess it's a subtle way of leaving me something to blog about.

I was over on the bed reading and feeling a bit frisky, in a terribly subby kinky sort of way. She was over on the couch, watching TV. Since we were already not really hanging out together, I slipped out of my clothes, then out of bed.

After a hug and a quick snuggle... "Do you think you could tie me up?" It's still pretty hard to verbalize desires like that...but I'm getting better.

She didn't make much of a reply, so I just kept on snuggling her from the floor. After a few minutes, she decided. "Go lay down. I'll be right there."

I did as I was told, and first came the fuzzy cuffs...



and then she climbed over to strap on the velcro cuffs...



and then she left me to stew for a while.



Yep, those ARE clothespins you see. They didn't hurt very much going on...but...after a while, they really weren't pleasant.

In fact, after a undetermined period of time I was uncuffed and set to cleaning the kitchen. At that point, between the time in clothespins and the extra movement...my nipples were in sheer agony. This led to a minor temper outburst *ashamed* but I did manage to get the kitchen done before getting let loose.





Nipple play is fun, because as erotic as it is...I can't say I enjoy it, lol.

Big lesson of the day? Speak up before the situation makes me lose my cool...

---Him

First Time

So, my sugar came down to visit me this past weekend. It was a challenging operation to pull off...what with moves, and some messed up plans, and all the rest. BUT she made it, and that was the important thing.

Our semi-romantic day got thrown out the window when some cleaning at the old apartment had to happen...but...it was very nice of her to help me. Afterwards, we decided to skip our ballgame plans and stay in to eat Chinese, drink a lil wine (still not a wine fan...), and enjoy each other's company.

Including our first time making love. We had been watching dumb movies downstairs, when she decided to slip upstairs and watch her favorite porn, a piece from "Sex and Submission." I found it interesting...I have to confess to not being a huge fan of porn (it's kinda like wine...), and I wasn't terribly aroused. I was too wrapped up in the intellectual end of things, and the minor buzz I had didn't help either.

And let's be honest, naked guys don't typically do it for me, and neither does a deep masculine voice put me in the mood. Not that there's anything wrong with that, and I'm not without my moments of curiousity...but...meh.

So...we glided into the lovemaking. Which was sort of tricky...I have to confess I often times have trouble with that whole staying hard issue, especially during the start of a relationship. She was wonderfully patient, pushing all the buttons she knew about, even ones she was hestitent about.

After normal foreplay and some serious tickling (*giggles at the memory*) got me quite worked up and feeling VERY close to her, my lil buddy wasn't quite willing to stay out and play. It was as if the condom scared him.

She never once showed any frustration, and decided to take a break to dig through my toybag. Before I knew it, I was feeling our slapper on my ass, inspite of her swearing up and down she'd never use it on me because of a mental block. That got my motor running, especially when she found my paddle and used it on me (I DO hate a paddling). But she had found my bag of clothespins...and decided to use them on me.

I wish we had taken a picture or two. By the time she was done with me, I had two pins on each nip, and I think six or seven along my ballsac. She admired her handiwork...then left to get a drink of water, instructing me to lay still.

Shortly after she returned (not soon enough!!) and removed the pins, we laid together until I grew hard...then we made it at long last, after hours of varied foreplay, with great passion.

It was totally worth the wait :-)

Saturday...

On Saturday, we went to a cool toyshop. The manager was in on his day off, but very friendly and helpful anyway. Always a plus...something you don't see much of. She had a good time, from what I could tell. Eying things, very interested. Pointing out outfits and toys. Browsing the books with me. Clinging on my arm, random hugs. A special light in her eye.

First thing we decided on was a ball gag for her. 1.5 inches, black, buckle strap. She looks quite cute, all helpless and what not. Here's how my cutie looked in it...



Quite nice, no?

The other thing we bought was a slapper toy...leather, very springy. The manager demonstrated how just pushing on it with a finger would make it bounce, and the bite you could get with very minimum effort. The guy knew what he was doing: all I could picture was the slap of the two leather flaps on her gorgeous hiney, and I knew I was gonna buy it.



Looks wicked, hm? I'll admit, I've grown curious how it feels myself...but that's another story altogether. I wish I had a pic of the bruises it caused on her pretty breasts...but...guess not.

After we bought that, we went to the park and the festival. With the toys in our bag, we spent the next few hours making out, groping, teasing, talking. Then we went on a bare boobie hunt (plenty of ladies with painted breasts who skipped their shirts...12 sets, we counted, and that's after the sun went behind the clouds).

Afterwards, we tried on the gag...and started to play with the slapper...until some dude on his bike rode by, looked horrified and confused, and we decided it was time to leave. We still haven't figured out what the hell he was doing, riding his bike in a pay parking lot. We put the slapper to good use on her ass and breasts later that night, in another parking lot...which proved it was totally worth the investment!

Till next time...

---Him

Kicking off...

I just spent the last 2 hours or so packing up various items in my kitchen. Before that, I was cooking myself dinner and cleaning things up a little bit. For whatever reason, being in the kitchen and working puts me a little bit on the submissive side...and that's when I really started wish she would call or get on-line.

Before too much longer, I got my wish. She signed on, and we chit chatted...and I slowly hinted at my mild horniness and being fairly submissive. I was a little shy and worried about mentioning this to her, because I'd just spent most of the last week and especially yesterday playing master. I know she enjoys her strong, powerful man...and although she'd told me a few times the idea of switching roles with me sounds very appealing.

I mentioned this feeling, and she spelled out in no uncertain terms how while she'll always want me as a dominant protector in public...she very much likes the idea of each of us being true to our moods in private. As she put it, "I think we can fully enjoy each others' submissiveness."

Moments later, I was sent back to packing, buck naked, as she kept sending me messages about devious ways she had to make my task more difficult and arousing for me.

This clears up one of my last...concerns, I should say, about her and I. I have a very submissive streak to me born of...well, I'm not gonna get into that tonight. Suffice it to say, few things are as sexy to me as a woman who will tell her man what to do, how to do it, no questions allowed. While I have an equally strong dominant streak, I'd had worries over the past few days of not being able to indulge my submissive side.

In the last month or so I've known her, I've become more and more enamored with her. From our first early (12 hour+) dates, where we sat and watched movies, TV, and fell asleep together fully clothed I've felt a connection to her. Hell, I drove 3 hours one way several times to spend time with her...and if that doesn't indicate a bond I don't know what does. Late nights talking on the phone, discussing everything from our views on marriage and children to how hard we like to be spanked. She told me she couldn't see her spanking her partner, and I have to admit some disappointment.

But there's compromise in every relationship, and what was starting to catch fire between us was worth more than a little compromise...and who knows how feelings may change down the road?

Yesterday I had the novel experience of taking her into a bdsm toy shop to buy a gag for her. Fielding questions, acting in charge of her best I could. I bought a slapper in addition to the gag...because as I saw the manager demonstrate the bounce of the tool, I could see it coming down on her oh-so-spankable ass, and knew I'd have to see her reaction to it.

I did get the chance to...but this entry is getting long enough. I don't have enough space to add about the guy on his bike, finding a secluded parking lot, the bruises on her breasts, the way she squealed when I spanked her too fast.

The long story short? She's helped me realize just how delightful a willing sub is, one as willing and obedient as I am. She's also made me feel secure that she can have just as much fun giving orders as she does taking them.

I think there are great things ahead for us...a horny, kinky couple with a fluid dynamic and a connection so much deeper than sex. A definite comfort with exhibitionism is another plus for another time ;-)

---HIM