The Waiting, Over

Just a quick update today (he says, not knowing how long it will be…)

Last night I had a playdate with Artiste, a lovely girl that I’ve fancied for a year, and have been waiting to play with for about 6 months now.  I have to say that after the little bits of ‘microplay’ we’ve done at various parties and Munches (stuff hardly more than kissing and a bit of hair pulling) I was awaiting this with bated breath.  I was also worried that, after building up the scenario in my head, the real thing would never compare.

It was absolutely amazing.

I really had nothing to worry about in hindsight. I know that she’s had plenty of practice in dominating, and last night just went to show how good she is.

I’m not going to do a blow by blow account, because simply repeating it is not something I have any interest in doing.  What I shall do instead is pick out bits of particular enjoyment and say why I liked them.

There were two parts of the date, the first, which was the planned scene, and the second, which was unplanned, unexpected, and even better.

The first part consisted of being mummified in pallet wrap (which I now put up there in the ‘must have’ category of kinky accessories) and then having things done to me, and a bit of objectification.  

My first stand out feature was right at the beginning.  Instead of instructing me to undress she undressed me, starting with my shirt, my trousers, and eventually my pants.  I found this intriguing, in fact the only time she actually spoke to me during this was to say ‘remove you shoes’, and it certainly served to do the whole ‘dehumanising object’ thing.

The Pallet Wrapping was also lots of fun.  It was time consuming, especially as I could hear very little (wax earplugs) and thus couldn’t respond to any commands such as ‘turn to your left’ or ‘sit up’ which would no doubt have made life much easier, but she did very well regardless.  Already being a fan of rubber, I knew I was into encasement in at least a small way, and this certainly did not dissuade me of anything, the immobility of everything was bliss, especially when Artiste made a hole at crotch level, pulled out my cock and started fucking me, yes, despite me penetrating her, she was definitely fucking me.  There’s no other way to describe it when a dominant woman has you immobile, your cock is hers to do with as she wishes, so she was most definitely fucking me.

There was also a major “Nooooooooo!” moment, when, upon being ballgagged, she started to kiss me on the mouth.  Now I LOVE kissing.  It’s one of the most erotic and pleasurable things possible, so when someone is kissing me and I can’t kiss back, it is not only infuriating, but also horrific.  I even heard her cute little sadistic laugh after my moans of despair.

Interlude.  Mostly involving having a lovely cooked meal in silk kimonos.

Next was the impromptu play.  We were about to go to bed, until we realised that if we did, we would be going to bed at half 9, which was far too early.

So we fucked.

But this was kinky fucking, and so of course I was wearing, at various times, a blindfold, a ball gag, a plug, a vibrating cock ring…

Artiste played with my ass some, I think her words were something like ‘I can’t pass up an opportunity like that’, after having had me on all fours with my ass in the air.  She then got her strap on out and proceeded to give me a great fucking which just went to affirm that I love getting fucked.

There aren’t many times that I’ve been fucked in the ass well I could probably count it on one hand with a couple of fingers left over.  I’ve never had bad sex, but most of the time there’s been something off, whether the cocks been too big, I haven’t been comfortable with the way they were fucking me, any number of reasons.

I think what helped this time was that I was warmed up mentally, physically, and I really really wanted her to fuck me.  All of that put together meant that it was an intensely pleasurable experience.

The final thing I’ll talk about was something that came completely out of nowhere, it hadn’t been discussed, or even hinted at.  I’d had wrist and ankle cuffs put on me, which I liked, and when we ended the second scene, I was asked if I needed the bathroom.  I thought that this was an odd request, but I didn’t so I said no.  she then proceeded to clip my wrist and ankle cuffs together, and clipped a chain onto one of my ankles, the chain being linked to her bed.  The message was clear.  I was hers, at least for the night, and I couldn’t get away from her.

She turned me, my back facing her, we started spooning, and she whispered to me two simple words.

“Got you.”

At that point, the emotional and physical strains of the evening caught up with me, and I almost started crying, not because I was upset, but because of the sheer emotional overload that sentence brought to me. I have a strong need to feel wanted, and when it gets fulfilled… my reactions can be a sight to behold.  I loved every second of it.

There was a lot of other stuff that went on, that I enjoyed, but those moments are the ones that really stood out to me.  No matter now much I overhyped it in my mind, it couldn’t have been better than it was in real life.

Artiste, if you’re reading this, I loved it, and want to come back for more.

Beating Beautiful Boys

Well here we go, my first blog, now that I finally have something interesting enough to write about.  That's not to say that what I've done previously is uninteresting, it's more that for a long time now, I haven't done any 'firsts', I was lucky enough to become friends with some very knowledgeable, kind and hot people who took me through more or less the whole spectrum of play and sex pretty early on in my journey.

So I was delighted when I got my first chance to top a boy on Saturday night.  I'm not new to topping, and in fact have been pretty much only topping in play for the last 6 months or so, but this would be the very first time I would top a boy, one on one, in any kind of a scene.  I'm not talking about times when I may have helped hold a guy down or was one of the people that spanked a man who was restrained, but the first time I've ever been able to take a boy that  was a bottom, restrain him, and do delightful, yet evil things to him.

it started at Subversion, a well known Kink Club in London, I was going with a couple of people I knew for a birthday celebration.  two of them, a couple, were people I'd met at a previous club night and chatted to online a fair bit, but didn't know that well in real life, so the getting ready and going to the club were a great way of chatting and seeing where interests lay.

Now I'm quite proud of my Kitbag.  it's not the most comprehensive one I've seen, but there's still a good amount of variety in it, from Floggers to whips, Electrics to Butt Plugs.  so when the girl of the couple, Playtime, suggested we should look at my stuff, ostensibly for the benefit of the two newcomers, I couldn't see a reason not to.  as I was showing my stuff around I couldn't help but think this was for Playtime to build up excitement of what might occur.

Later on, after we had plodded around the club more than once, and the play space was a bit quieter (for the opening hours of the club it was absolutely rammed), I made my, incredibly passive, move.  I was standing next to Playtime and Bambi, the male part of the couple, and saw a St Andrew's Cross not being used, I then said to Playtime "That cross needs someone on it". I didn't say it forlornly, or hopefully, but I did say it with intent.  it then worked.  she moved off and stood next to Bambi, and they chatted for a few minutes.  I couldn't have heard them if I tried due to the loud music playing, so I decided to just busy myself with people watching.  a couple of minutes later she came back and asked 'what did you say about that cross?' I repeated my earlier statement, she then said, also with intent, "Bambi?" all I could reply was "yes".  so we led him to the cross and strapped him in.

Now I just want to confirm that Bambi is the Beautiful Boy mentioned in the title.  he is gorgeous.  I have some hot friends but this is one of the prettiest boys I have ever met, so it's an understatement to say that he was someone I wanted to play with.  also, his outfit, a kind of sexy-not-scary version of Frank-N-Furter just added to this whole Gender Queer appeal of his.

I won't give a blow by blow account of what I did to him, but I will give you the Cliff Notes.  I gave him a good varied  beating, using my matching pair of floggers, Electrified Wartenburg Wheel, spanking, some slapping and punching, and even a little bit of breath control thrown in.  about half way through all this, Playtime touched me on the shoulder and said "you know you can kiss him don't you?".  I think my grin went from ear to ear.  suffice to say I didn't need more encouragement, though I still made sure to tease him to the last possible moment before our lips met and I thrust my tongue into his welcoming mouth.

When I felt he had had enough (this being his first experience in public, and as far as I'm aware his first experience not with his girlfriend) I took him down and let him sit down away from the play area, and made sure he was alright.  He was. 

Afterwards I got lots of compliments about the play, mostly from our group of friends (the new 'straight' guy found it oddly compelling he said) and I got the best from Playtime and Bambi, saying they both loved it, and that  according to Bambi I am very good at judging thresholds.  that's something to remember for the future.

The most Interesting compliment however, was from a guy that came up to me afterwards. he told me that he was a straight top, but that seeing the two of us playing together was one of the most beautiful things that he had ever seen at a club.  it made me feel very proud, for both myself and that Bambi had come through it feeling so good.

While this may be the first time I've topped a boy, I definitely don't want it to be the last.  it's different from hurting a girl, but not in a bad way.  I know a boy's body better than a girls, I know what parts are more sensitive than others and I definitely know I like to see a boy's body writhe under my ministrations.  this was an incredibly fun experience, and I hope to top Bambi again.

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