(Here's a rare treat... SG has written a post! Now, be nice and leave Him a comment... t-p)
Traditionalists, if you don't want to have your sensibilities offended, look away now. Right, with that disclaimer issued for the small-minded, here's the deal: pup and I switched at the weekend. Yes, you heard me. Got a problem with that? Good.
If you think I'm being a bit defensive, here's some background info. In the past I have test-piloted certain items of heavy bondage gear that I've purchased for pup, ostensibly to reassure her that they aren't quite as heavy as they look, but also to assuage my own burning curiosity as to how they feel. I have no desire to be, or even act as, a submissive - that really doesn't do anything for me - but I am fascinated by the application of kinky equipment, which I find tremendously erotic. Plus, it also gives me an excuse to lie back and let my beautiful woman pleasure me at great length in a way that I could never do to myself. And, man, does she do that well!
pup was a bit wary when I mentioned this propensity early on in our relationship. Switches can be regarded by certain members of the BDSM community in the same way that bisexuals are viewed - hypocritically - by some gay people: with some mistrust! I have since been reassured by a number of Dom(me)s that switching on occasion is not a dereliction of duty - they too have done so for a bit of fun without losing their core essence of dominance. In essence, they see it as a refreshing "weekend mini-break" from the norm. Of course, the only person whose opinion really matters is pup's, so it has taken a little gentle persuasion over the past 18 months or so that I'm not secretly a little gimp who before too long will be begging her to keep him shackled in a trunk 24/7!
Anyway, back to the story. On the Friday before the weekend I was supposed to take delivery of pup's special rubber dogsuit, which has been redesigned because it had proved far too tight when we first had it. You can reminisce here. For one reason or another, that delivery never took place. This was particularly frustrating, because I'd intended to test-pilot the altered garment for her, as she'd found the process of being shoehorned into something that simply wouldn't fit her somewhat traumatic to say the least. My planned incarceration was, therefore, to be something of a pay-back for trying to squeeze a pup into a pint-pot!
Nevertheless, I was still ready to change things up at the weekend, and pup still seemed prepared to place me in some sort of bondage and - dare I say it - even quite looking forward to it. She does love to please her Master, after all. ;-) So we decided not to deviate radically from the plan.
That evening, after returning home from the local bonfire-night firework display, we discussed our expectations for the coming hours. Personally, if I'm going to be bound, it may as well be extreme bondage, because (a) it happens maybe a couple of times a year, so I may as well get my full money's worth; (b) light bondage doesn't really do it for me; and (c) I like to have something challenging to try to escape. So I asked pup whether she'd be happy putting me in the leather sleepsack over night - it is a sleepsack after all. ;-) she wasn't keen to do that, which I could quite understand, but she suggested the straitjacket as the next best thing.
The SJ is such a beautiful piece of work that I immediately agreed to the compromise. If you've never experienced one, you really should - it is an amazingly erotic experience. I absolutely adore the ritual of putting it on pup, tugging hard at the multitude of straps, locking her into snug helplessness. Before she put it on me, I ensured that she still had her own ankle and wrist cuffs on - our usual pre-bed ritual. Obviously, I had to trust her to connect her chains once she'd finished jacketing me, which she did with some relish. She only had to look at my jutting manhood to confirm how much I was enjoying the experience as she tugged the two crotch straps either side of it and buckled them home.
The SJ looks like quite comfortable bondage, but in fact your shoulders will start to ache after a couple of hours, as the arms are not quite held in a natural position. We decided that, to prevent a night of broken sleep for both of us, my arms should not be buckled up - that would be taken care of first thing in the morning. A little pre-bedtime teasing by pup ensured that I went to sleep as hard as a rock in anticipation of what might occur.
When morning came, being the mischievous Houdini that I am, I managed to work loose some of the straps as soon as pup got up to go to the bathroom. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was surprised to find me standing by the bed and looking a little flushed from my efforts. The expression of amazement on her face was priceless. I don't think she could quite compute why anyone would want to escape such a delightful predicament.
"I like the challenge and you turned your back on me for a second," I shrugged, grinning. "Hey, I bet I can be out of this and making us breakfast in another five minutes."
"Go on, then", she chuckled. "i'd like to see you do it. By the way, there's no way You could escape it if i'd done it up properly."
I winked back: "Ah, well. But you didn't, did you? That's the difference between you and a real Dom like me."
Within a minute, the jacket was on the floor and its erstwhile occupant was in the kitchen, cheerfully making tea and toast.
After breakfast, I found myself back in the SJ and properly bound, with my arms strapped tightly down this time. pup knelt on top of me and offered her gorgeous, full breasts for me to lick and bite, sometimes pulling them away so she could see me strain upwards for them. she rewarded my efforts by sucking hard on my glans and then giving a slow, teasing hand-job which brought me agonisingly close to cumming. I have rarely felt pleasure like it. I was glad to see that we were both hugely turned on by this. she had an evil grin on her face and seemed to be really getting into the spirit of things.
"I know this is topping from the bottom, but I'd really like you to up the ante a bit," I said.
"OK, what are you thinking?" pup asked.
"Do you think you can use the breath control hood on me?"
"Yes. i can do that. Where is it?"
"That's great. It's in the second bedroom. Don't worry - I'm not going to make another escape attempt."
Just to make sure I didn't get up to any mischief while her back was turned, she used her own ankle cuffs on me, rolled me on my front and put me in a hogtie. That's more like it! :-)
The breath control hood is a gloriously simple, yet brilliantly kinky invention. I think it's a fantastic way to reinforce trust. It's a thin latex hood with a translucent loose front and five tiny breathing holes. If you inhale too quickly the front collapses on itself and in effect the the breathing holes are closed. To me it's not that daunting. There's another model with just the one hole - that might be more of a challenge! But using it is a huge turn-on nonetheless. pup retrieved it and, after some deliberation, zipped it carefully over my head. In so doing, she took away both my sense of sight and my fresh air. I hope I'm not being too dramatic in saying that my life was now in her hands.
I felt pup roll a condom down over my by now hugely sensitive member and then she slowly and deliberately kissed me through the hood, right over where the holes were. The brilliance of that act nearly made me cum there and then. By kissing me she knew she was cutting off my oxygen and I gasped for non-existent air. she repeated the process a few more times as I struggled and groaned in utter appreciation and admiration. Evil genius! Now totally into her stride, she wrapped some chain around my balls and jerked me off, slowly and steadily. It didn't take long for me to reach a shattering, oxygen-deprived orgasm.
It was hugely enjoyable for me and I'm pretty sure pup had fun, too. It didn't end there, either. I might tell you the rest of the story another day, if you ask nicely.
I'm sure you'd all agree that pup is an amazing woman - and that I'm so lucky to have her. I do realise this and I count my blessings every day. By the way, I'm going to get my own back in a couple of days' time, so she'd better watch out!