Bondage
Oh I'm so behind again, not having really written anything for a week. Here's part 1 of several to try and catch up.... featuring cage captivity, hogtie bongage, and kneeling as a footstool, and sex :-)
So, not last Wednesday, but the Wednesday before, Arecee got home earlier from the munch as usual. When I arrived home, she grabbed me and took me to the cage. She hadn't put me in for quite some time, and that night she put the head harness gag on me and left me in there without the blanket or pillow either. Not so much fun. That harness has a pretty wide collar, not quite like a posture collar, but it does restrict my head from moving quite a bit. Makes curling up on my side not so nice (as if it isn't already really cramped up tightly inside that little space). I end up putting my arm under my head to support it a bit. Not such a comfortable way to spend the night, though I guess it could be a lot worse. Yeah, whine, whine, whine. I didn't sleep hardly at all, and yet managed to be fairly productive and crashed for a brief nap the next day.
Again on Friday, another cage night, pretty much the same thing. She woke up really early, I believe before 5am, and let me out to join her in the bed. We fell asleep together, and when I woke late in the morning, she'd already gotten up.
I hadn't been awake very long on Saturday morning, when she found me in the house and told me it was time for a little bondage. Turns out, she'd been thinking of hog tying again, and that's exactly what happened. She uses the usual 3 pieces of gear for the hog tie... the wrist-to-shoulder toy, the bicep binder, and the ankle cuffs and strap to pull my ankles up toward my elbows (those other two toys bind my arms crossed tightly behind my back).
Arecee went and did some things around the house, leaving me bound there on the massage table. I must say that table really works out well. Oh, forgot to mention she put the red ball gag in my mouth near the beginning of this whole thing. The table has a little arm rest cloth that hangs down under the head rest, and she uses it to put a small towel down to catch the drool (which wasn't as much this time as I often do).
She came back in and petted the back of my head. After a moment, she was a little disappointed I wasn't making any sounds. Not little sighs as she pet me. And no whimpering from the strain of the hog tie. The truth is, it wasn't really all that tight. Firm and very secure, but not pulling so hard as to hurt me. The gag also keep me quieter. Even though I can make noise past it, the ball isn't small (I believe that one is 1 3/4 inch diameter), and it pushes my tongue back, and it just feels like I should be quiet. Maybe it's all just a mental response, but gags really do make me feel like I'm supposed to be quiet, even if I know otherwise. She wanted some reaction, and in a rather unusual turn of events, she was actually talking with me and telling me what she was thinking, what she wanted. Usually say says very little or nothing at all, and often understanding comes later when we talk (and applies next time since she's a create of habbit, usually finding her favorite way to do something and thereafter making few variations from it). But this was quite different, and really felt so nice to connect like that during play time, to really know right then and there.
In another few moments, she declared that the strap much not be nearly tight enough if I was so quiet. I'd been a bit cold (walking around the house naked, air conditioning was on), and she'd wrapped a blanket around me a bit, covering my bound body underneath. Off it came, and she pulled the strap much, much tighter. She had to adjust it up higher, so as to have enough slack strap available to pull through the buckle. She snapped the padlock back on, and pulled the blanket back up around me again. I was sort of glad she'd tightened me up. It always feels really good and erotic at first, before soreness, cramping, stiffness start to set in. It'd been a while since being hogtied, and I really do like it quite a bit.
This time she didn't leave much. She might have made a few quick little trips to elsewhere in the house, but she pretty much stayed close. It really was very, very tight. Wasn't long until it was causing me some distress, which gradually got worse, and I was making those little sounds she likes, despite the big red ball in my mouth.
It probably wasn't that long like that, though at the time it seems so. She eventually pulled the cover off and unlocked the buckle. She grabbed the strap and pulled it even tighter, so very incredibly tight, and held it there with her hand for a few moments. But then she released the pressure, and slowly let the strap all the way out and guided my legs down slowly. I must say, the massage table is soooo much better than the bed, because it's a solid and stable surface. In that last bit where my legs come all the way down is where my lower back adjusts back to normal position. It's tense, fragile moment. Well, I'm the one who's fragile, and the stable surface is really nice as that's right about the time she's done letting my legs down and would move on the bed to something else.
She took the rest of the leather bondage gear off, and removed the gag and stayed with me for several minutes as I recovered. Then she picked up the big ball gag. The one that's mounted to a posture collar. She had me sit up and hold my hair as she put it on. Then she told me to get off the table on onto my knees on the floor. She grabbed my hair (but not pulling hard), and told me to follow, and instantly corrected me, instructing me to crawl on hands and knees as she lef me into the hallway by my hair.
Turns out, she led me down the hall and into the living room, where she pointed at the edge of the couch. She didn't say much, and with the big ball in my mouth asking questions was, well, out of the question. But it was obvious, she was going to watch something and have me kneel in front of the sofa as her footstool.
Fortunately, she was getting some things ready, which I couldn't see, and I had a little time to think about how to position my arms and legs a little better. But she does require staying on all fours as she puts her legs up on my back. Turns out she watched an episode of a tv-show-on-dvd, which lasted about 45 minutes (probably written for 1 hour if it had commercials). I can listen, but kneeling there on all 4's, I can only look down at the towel, my drool slowly dripping into a little puddle, as I try to hold still.
Thinking of the holding still, I'm still nowhere near keeping perfectly still for the whole time. And I can only just imagine what a 2 hour movie would be like! She did make one little comment, but it seemed better that time. Then again, maybe not. She doesn't really tell me one way or the other, but at least she didn't seem displeased.
I'm very happy to say she decided to take me into the bedroom after just one 45 minute show, and we had sex.
That was it for Saturday morning. Didn't play again until the play party that night... which is the topic for my next post.
Sunday and this week have been an anal penetration theme, with a feeldoe fucking on Sunday, and plug wearing assignments throughout the week. Again, more to write about. She says she's going to fuck me again tonight, and more play is planned for the weekend, and she says soon she's going to start a "marathon" of nighttime cage & sleepsack bondage.... so I may soon have a lot more to write! Hope so.
So, not last Wednesday, but the Wednesday before, Arecee got home earlier from the munch as usual. When I arrived home, she grabbed me and took me to the cage. She hadn't put me in for quite some time, and that night she put the head harness gag on me and left me in there without the blanket or pillow either. Not so much fun. That harness has a pretty wide collar, not quite like a posture collar, but it does restrict my head from moving quite a bit. Makes curling up on my side not so nice (as if it isn't already really cramped up tightly inside that little space). I end up putting my arm under my head to support it a bit. Not such a comfortable way to spend the night, though I guess it could be a lot worse. Yeah, whine, whine, whine. I didn't sleep hardly at all, and yet managed to be fairly productive and crashed for a brief nap the next day.
Again on Friday, another cage night, pretty much the same thing. She woke up really early, I believe before 5am, and let me out to join her in the bed. We fell asleep together, and when I woke late in the morning, she'd already gotten up.
I hadn't been awake very long on Saturday morning, when she found me in the house and told me it was time for a little bondage. Turns out, she'd been thinking of hog tying again, and that's exactly what happened. She uses the usual 3 pieces of gear for the hog tie... the wrist-to-shoulder toy, the bicep binder, and the ankle cuffs and strap to pull my ankles up toward my elbows (those other two toys bind my arms crossed tightly behind my back).
Arecee went and did some things around the house, leaving me bound there on the massage table. I must say that table really works out well. Oh, forgot to mention she put the red ball gag in my mouth near the beginning of this whole thing. The table has a little arm rest cloth that hangs down under the head rest, and she uses it to put a small towel down to catch the drool (which wasn't as much this time as I often do).
She came back in and petted the back of my head. After a moment, she was a little disappointed I wasn't making any sounds. Not little sighs as she pet me. And no whimpering from the strain of the hog tie. The truth is, it wasn't really all that tight. Firm and very secure, but not pulling so hard as to hurt me. The gag also keep me quieter. Even though I can make noise past it, the ball isn't small (I believe that one is 1 3/4 inch diameter), and it pushes my tongue back, and it just feels like I should be quiet. Maybe it's all just a mental response, but gags really do make me feel like I'm supposed to be quiet, even if I know otherwise. She wanted some reaction, and in a rather unusual turn of events, she was actually talking with me and telling me what she was thinking, what she wanted. Usually say says very little or nothing at all, and often understanding comes later when we talk (and applies next time since she's a create of habbit, usually finding her favorite way to do something and thereafter making few variations from it). But this was quite different, and really felt so nice to connect like that during play time, to really know right then and there.
In another few moments, she declared that the strap much not be nearly tight enough if I was so quiet. I'd been a bit cold (walking around the house naked, air conditioning was on), and she'd wrapped a blanket around me a bit, covering my bound body underneath. Off it came, and she pulled the strap much, much tighter. She had to adjust it up higher, so as to have enough slack strap available to pull through the buckle. She snapped the padlock back on, and pulled the blanket back up around me again. I was sort of glad she'd tightened me up. It always feels really good and erotic at first, before soreness, cramping, stiffness start to set in. It'd been a while since being hogtied, and I really do like it quite a bit.
This time she didn't leave much. She might have made a few quick little trips to elsewhere in the house, but she pretty much stayed close. It really was very, very tight. Wasn't long until it was causing me some distress, which gradually got worse, and I was making those little sounds she likes, despite the big red ball in my mouth.
It probably wasn't that long like that, though at the time it seems so. She eventually pulled the cover off and unlocked the buckle. She grabbed the strap and pulled it even tighter, so very incredibly tight, and held it there with her hand for a few moments. But then she released the pressure, and slowly let the strap all the way out and guided my legs down slowly. I must say, the massage table is soooo much better than the bed, because it's a solid and stable surface. In that last bit where my legs come all the way down is where my lower back adjusts back to normal position. It's tense, fragile moment. Well, I'm the one who's fragile, and the stable surface is really nice as that's right about the time she's done letting my legs down and would move on the bed to something else.
She took the rest of the leather bondage gear off, and removed the gag and stayed with me for several minutes as I recovered. Then she picked up the big ball gag. The one that's mounted to a posture collar. She had me sit up and hold my hair as she put it on. Then she told me to get off the table on onto my knees on the floor. She grabbed my hair (but not pulling hard), and told me to follow, and instantly corrected me, instructing me to crawl on hands and knees as she lef me into the hallway by my hair.
Turns out, she led me down the hall and into the living room, where she pointed at the edge of the couch. She didn't say much, and with the big ball in my mouth asking questions was, well, out of the question. But it was obvious, she was going to watch something and have me kneel in front of the sofa as her footstool.
Fortunately, she was getting some things ready, which I couldn't see, and I had a little time to think about how to position my arms and legs a little better. But she does require staying on all fours as she puts her legs up on my back. Turns out she watched an episode of a tv-show-on-dvd, which lasted about 45 minutes (probably written for 1 hour if it had commercials). I can listen, but kneeling there on all 4's, I can only look down at the towel, my drool slowly dripping into a little puddle, as I try to hold still.
Thinking of the holding still, I'm still nowhere near keeping perfectly still for the whole time. And I can only just imagine what a 2 hour movie would be like! She did make one little comment, but it seemed better that time. Then again, maybe not. She doesn't really tell me one way or the other, but at least she didn't seem displeased.
I'm very happy to say she decided to take me into the bedroom after just one 45 minute show, and we had sex.
That was it for Saturday morning. Didn't play again until the play party that night... which is the topic for my next post.
Sunday and this week have been an anal penetration theme, with a feeldoe fucking on Sunday, and plug wearing assignments throughout the week. Again, more to write about. She says she's going to fuck me again tonight, and more play is planned for the weekend, and she says soon she's going to start a "marathon" of nighttime cage & sleepsack bondage.... so I may soon have a lot more to write! Hope so.