Monday, September 15, 2014

Time for a Quickie

Just to let those who follow this blog know, i have slipped back into the Public Enemy Number 1 (thanks, at least in part, to a brief exchange with @TheMistressCara over the weekend).  i want to wear it as much as i can to determine whether it is more sturdy than the old CB6000s.

i will be removing it for exercising and for showering.  During exercise, i experience chaffing no matter what device i wear (the Birdlocked seems to be the most tolerable) and i am still trying to shed some weight.  During showering, i just need to be able to shave and to feel clean.

i also have bought the mystim device...so i should be able to play with electro stimulation at some juncture, maybe as early as this weekend.

i will probably post a revised review with pictures taken by myself at some point in the future.  In the meantime, have a great week. xx

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Why She Returns

A quiet knock on the door.  No reply. He stares at his computer.  Again.  Three gentle, almost silent knocks.

He stands, smoothing his suit pants and straightening the lapels of his jacket.  Slowly, he approaches the door.  As he reaches for the handle, the knocking begins again, only to be interrupted by his pulling the door open and away from the delicate fingers curled into a fist.

"Come in.  Please." No other words need be spoken.

She enters his office, his private respite from the world outside.  His office.  His world.  His rules.  He is in command in his office.  She knows this and she enters willingly, wantonly.  He knows this.

She stands next to his desk.  He remains by the door.  She does not look back but his stare pierces her soul.  She shivers.

He quietly, slowly, methodically closes the door.  With a click, the lock seals them together inside his world.

She remains motionless at the side of his desk until she feels his breath on her exposed neck.  She left her hair up, just as he likes.  He is immediately behind her.  His chest...her back...moving in rhythm with their synchronized breathing.  She feels him.  Her knees begin to weaken.  Her body finds that place of familiar craving.

The tip of his nose begins to trace a line up the side of her neck until her reaches her ear.  He dwells and then slowly traces her ear with his nose.  His lips rake along a lower portion of her ear.  Nibbling on her ear lobe, he begins to whisper into her ear; she obeys.

Her black pencil skirt is raised to reveal the garters securing her black seamed hosiery in place.  Her delicate panties overlying the garters are exposed to him as she hooks her thumbs under their waistband and slowly lowers them.  As she bends to remove her panties, he grabs a fistful of her hair and holds her in position, bent over the top of his desk.  She freezes...as she has been trained to do...her panties in her hands and her hands at her knees.

He delicately rubs her exposed ass as he begins the ritual that she only knows too well.  Frightened, intimidated yet excited, she remains still.  He continues rubbing as he moves to the side and begins lightly tapping, which progresses until his hand is in a full frenzy of violent movement.  Tears fall from her eyes...silently.  He slows again and, with only his fingertips, he softly caresses her now reddened ass.  He ends this phase just as he has begun...his hand full of her hair.

As he pulls her upright by her hair, she drops her panties and she steps free of them and steps from her black polished heels.  He turns her towards him and pulls her mouth to his.  Deeply.  Passionately.  He kisses her.  His lips on hers.  Nibbling.  Exploring.  His arms now pulling her into him.  His passion.  Her fire.  Their emotion.  Their connection.

He lifts her onto his desk as they remain entwined.  She first loosens and the removes his tie...hopeful.  Her kisses move from his mouth and down his neck while her fingers deftly manipulate the buttons of his shirt.  With each released button, her mouth moves down his chiseled chest and abdominal muscles, nibbling, sucking, licking and tracing a line downward.  Suddenly, without warning, he yanks her head back.  He locks lips with her once again and then quickly recoils, placing his fingers on her lips.  With his fingers, he instructs her to move to the wooden chair to one side of his office.

With her seated on the chair, using his tie, he binds her to the chair with her hands behind the backrest.  Slowly, methodically, he unclasps her stockings from her garters.  Patiently, he slides them the full length of her legs.  He kisses along the length of each of her legs, alternating from one to the other.  He works the insides of the thighs and he dwells at her knees, her ankles and finally her toes.  Using each of the stockings, he binds each of her legs to the chair was well.

He turns to his desk and retrieves his wooden ruler.  She trembles ever so slightly, which arouses him even more.  He kneels before her and the irony of his kneeling position is not lost on her.  Using the ruler, he delivers tender yet consistent blows along her thighs as if to remind her that his kneeling is not out of submission to her but out of respect to her.

The blood flow rising to the surface reddens her thighs.  The pain increases.  He looks deeply into her eyes; they connect on a level far beyond that of mere verbal communication.  He takes her places through pain; places she can never reach without him.  He ceases the blows and begins gentle kisses.  The pleasure begins to replace the pain.  His tender kisses breaking her.  Tears well up.  His kisses trail upward along her thighs until she erupts with a single touch of his hand.

She shakes violently.  The ecstasy is devastating.  The love is crippling.  She beings to weep.  Helpless yet strong.  Addled yet clear of mind.  She is his, totally and completely.  He remains still, allowing her this moment.  As the shaking recedes to trembling he releases her bonds and he holds her.  She is limb in his arms; she is home.

This is why she returns.

Items Needed: Tie and Ruler; Secretary Outfit



Monday, August 18, 2014

Short Story - Scene

Silence burns in my ears.  Just the gentle, incessant ringing - ever present to remind me that I am alive.

My limbs have gone numb from being secured to my four post wrought iron bed frame for what seems like an eternity.  Periodically, I feebly struggle but somehow each attempt to free myself only tightens the bonds securing me in place.

My breathing is measured but shallow.  The darkness that has captured me surrounds me yet I know that the daylight is just beginning to fade somewhere beyond the mask secured over my eyes.

She's returning.  I can't see her.  I can't hear her.  I smell her; her perfume wafts into the room well before the clicking of her heels can be heard.  Faintly at first and then with an increasing intensity.  Everything she has done up to now follows a similar pattern: she begins very subtly and increasingly becomes bolder with each passing moment.

She enters the room, her heels announcing her entrance.  She strides over to the bed and seats herself to my side.  Her blood red nails begin softly tracing the muscles of my chest and abdomen.  Gently tickling at first and progressively increasing in force.  What once caused me to squirm from being ticklish, now begins to cause me to squirm from pain.   Yet, I know that I must keep as still as possible; each squirm earns me additional force.  Each flinch increases her fire.

Unrelenting.

She tugs at the chain.  The chain connects two nipple clamps.  The nipple clamps that have been in place for several minutes.  The blood flow pulses.  Each tug causing a gasp from pain and an increase in expectation.  Soon, I know she will tug hard enough to yank the clamps free and the surge of blood into my nipples will be painful beyond measure.

Just as suddenly as she began tugging the chain, she stops.  My breathing slows, momentarily.  I feel a prickling session over my thighs and into my groin; she's rolling a Wartenberg pinwheel with varying degrees of force.  I also notice a soft, silky sensation at the same time.  She must be caressing me with a silk handkerchief of some sort.  In the darkness, the pins and the silk create an intoxicating cocktail of sensations.  My breathing quickens, becoming shallower by the minute.

She slides a silken encased hand down to grasp the chastity device binding me from any chance of an erection.  I wince.  She softly and gently cups each testicle and then mercilessly gives a prolonged and tight squeeze to both. A moan escapes my lips as they tremble from anticipation.  She returns her attention to the plastic cage of the chastity device.  She taunts me through the openings in the cage.  She rubs the cage...imitating the motion that I desire with all of my soul.  Her breath heavy upon the cage, piercing me.

Suddenly, she releases the chastity device and begins to caress, every so softly, along my inner thighs and my lower abdomen.  Teasing.  Taunting.  She removes my blindfol and stares deeply into my eyes - silently.  I sense we will soon have the breakthrough that I crave.

Her lips glisten.  She licks them ever so gently.  Fire erupts in her eyes.  A glint of metal catches my attention; my key dangles from between her breasts.  A wicked smile appears on her lips - she knows the deep longing that she has incited.

She slides her body on top of mine, quickly, gracefully.  Uncontrollably, I swell against the confines of the cage, which squeezes me and increases the pain.  She slides upward along my torso and assumes a seated position on my chest, her hands reaching rearward and continuing the caressing of my body.  I can feel her moisture.  I can smell her desire.

Leaking.  I know I am leaking.  There is no way I am not; it's been way too long and she's tantalized me for weeks on end without relief and without release.

She senses it too; without looking, she senses that I am leaking.  I can see the anger begin to consume her.  What seemed so close now disappears into the distance at the speed of light.  She spins her body as if floating in air, pinning my arms. Her knees dig into my bicep muscles.  I yelp.

She reaches toward the bedside stand.  I panic.

Electrodes are connected to between the Mystim Tension Lover and the Mystim Public Enemy No. 1 that encases my most sensitive regions.  My body goes limp with expectation, with desparation.  I am paralyzed.  I've failed her.

All of the build up, all of the passion, all of the anticipation are gone.  And, suddenly I'm on fire; uncontrolled muscle pulsations begin and I being to shake.  She's disengaged, disinterested.  She's set the timer...only, I don't know how long she has decided this time.

Sweat pours down my face, stinging my eyes and blinding me without a need for a blindfold. She swiftly exits the room just as silently as she entered.  I feel the chill of the wind following behind her.  And then...darkness, cold darkness.  Shivering.  Praying for her return...hoping against it.

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Props already in possession: Sportsheets Under Bed Restraint; Sportsheets Bedsheet; Mask; Spartacus Nipple Clamps with Chain; Whartenberg Wheel; Mystim Public Enemy No. 1 Chastity Device

Props needed: Mystim Tension Lover