Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A Big Turn-On?

"It's the big silver, flat button on the back right corner, closest to the wall unless you've moved the thing since I've been in here. It's marked with a circle with a line through it - you know: the on/off sign," I said as patiently and non-patronisingly as my situation would permit. "It's the biggest button on the thing - it's kind of so big that it's almost too obvious, if you get my drift?"

"Erm, i can't seem to find it, Sir. Hang on a minute." I heard pup mumble, miserably.

Welcome to our first switching session since early November 2009. Well, it would be a switching session if pup could only find the bladdy switch!

OK, so it's been a while; it's only natural that things aren't exactly coming easy to either of us.

Hours beforehand, waiting for pup to come to my flat for our long-postponed session, I awoke rather excited, in more ways than one, as I anticipated being able to lie back and let her take the reins in, er, more ways than one. The thing was: I already had some strong ideas about what I wanted her to do. It was never really going to be a switching session as you might imagine it, dear readers, as I will always tend to top from the bottom and say what I want, while pup is somewhat conditioned into taking instruction from her Master and would never find it easy to get into Domme mode. Let's face it: that's how things work 363 days of our year. I did give her the opportunity to design a scene of her own - and she said that she did have one idea - but that was never to transpire (she might divulge it when she writes again - tp).

Fast-forward again to the start of our session and picture the scene (but the photo should help):


I am lying on my back, with my knees and elbows forced to bend tightly by the thick dogsuit that's enclosing me in its tight rubber grip. It's a real bugger to get into - even with someone helping to zip you in, it takes a good five minutes - and has a tight built-in hood with just one tiny round hole for the mouth. I'd bought the uber-kinky bit of kit for pup a year before, but it had lain unused since her one and only time incarcerated in it. That had been a hot session, all right, but the experience had been a bit too intense even for a trooper like her. I was determined to experience myself, though, and show her that it deserved another chance.

But I also wanted to up the ante. I'd asked her to unzip the bottom of the suit a fraction, let in the end of my Hoover's long tube and seal the zip back up tightly. This was going to be my first foray into vacuum bondage and my mind raced, wondering whether it would work, whether I'd enjoy it or not, or whether it would work too damn well and perforate my bleedin' eardrums (I did have plugs in, being the cautious type).

"OK, let's do it," I said, trying not to sound too excited.

Long pause.

Hmm, that's cool, I thought - pup's sensed how excited I am about this and is purposely ramping up the tension. she's getting into character!

Longer pause, faint sound of scrabbling and plastic being prodded.

"Erm," came the response, muffled slightly through my earplugs.

"Problem?" I asked.

"i can't seem to find the power switch."

At this point I'd been in the dogsuit for about 30 minutes since being sealed in, and had tested out its elastic limits by trying to move around a bit. I'd told pup that I would love to zip her back into it soon, put a collar and leash on her and make her go "walkies" on her knees and elbows, just like a puppy bitch should. But by now my own joints were just starting to protest at being held firmly in this unfamiliar position.

Several emotions flashed through my mind in quick succession: incredulity that pup, my tech-expert subbie - couldn't find a palm-sized button on a small vacuum cleaner (I knew from her frustrated tone that she wasn't teasing); annoyance that I might have to get out of the suit and struggle back into it just to point out the button; irritation with myself for not explaining everything to the last detail; acceptance that this sort of thing is inevitable when you disturb the natural sub/Dom order; and amusement at the entire situation. Funny old game, innit?

After what seemed like an eternity (in fact, it was probably only a minute), she found the switch and the suit sucked against me gently. Hmm, interesting. I raised my left elbow - our agreed sign to increase the power. Ooh, that felt good - like being gripped all over. I could still move fairly easily and the seal wasn't perfect, but it was great fun. Did I enter that much-discussed place called sub-space? Did I, hell! ;-)

We gave it a few minutes of me making like a vacuum-packed joint of beef while pup filmed the scene on her camera. The noise of the Hoover eventually became too irritating, despite my earplugs, and my knees had just about had enough, too. I was grateful when pup let me out when I told her to.

The first scene of the afternoon was to be a microcosm of our whole session: by turns sexy, kinky, intriguing, enlightening and frustrating. Most of all, it was fun, but definitely not something we'd do any more frequently.

pup will post more photos of what else she put me through in her next post.

Master SingleGlove

Monday, October 18, 2010

Hot Sex

We just had hot sex.

Our two naked bodies.

On the living room floor.

On my hands and knees.

His big hard cock pounding into me.

His belt wrapped tightly around my throat.

Gasping for air, as my orgasms spilled over me.

Just delicious.

Thank You Sir.

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

Who Am I Living For?

If you haven't heard this fabulous song on Katy Perry's latest album, i suggest you check it out. It's AWESOME. And goes some way to how I'm feeling right now.

Who Am I Living For?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I can feel a phoenix inside of me
As I march alone to a different beat
Slowly swallowing down my fear
Yeah, yeah

I am ready for the road less traveled
Suiting up for my crowning battle
This is test is my own cross to bear
But I will get there

It's never easy to be chosen
Never easy to be called
Standing on the front line
When the bombs start to fall
I can see the heavens
But I still hear the flames
Calling out my name

I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?

I can feel this light that's inside of me
Growing fast into a bolt of lightning
I know one spark will shock the world
Yeah, yeah

So I pray for favor like Esther
I need your strength to handle the pressure
I know there will be sacrifice
But that's the price

It's never easy to be chosen
Never easy to be called
Standing on the front line
When the bombs start to fall
I can see the heavens
But I still hear the flames
Calling out my name

I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?

I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?

At the end, at the end
Who am I living for?
At the end, at the end
Who am I living for?

Heavy is head that wears the crown
Don't let the greatness get you down
Heavy is head that wears the crown
Don't let the greatness get you down

Oh yeah
I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?

I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?

At the end, at the end
Who am I living for?
At the end, at the end
Who am I living for?



Sunday, October 03, 2010

Pushing Boundaries

You may remember i mentioned a very horny and intense bondage weekend where i had my boundaries pushed, well i hadn't forgotten (how could i?). i think the photos that SG took tell the story, so i've not written that much - i know how you prefer posts with pics anyway!

Getting prepared:


How my boundaries were going to be pushed was by wearing SG's inflatable hood - actually inflated. This particular hood has always scared me in the past, even though i have managed to reach a point where i can put it on and have it zipped up, as long as i know it's not going to be inflated.

As i was dressed in my PVC dress and boots, bound by my body harness with crotch strap pressed against my newly-shaved pussy, the spreader bar keeping my legs apart and ball gag to silence me, i guess i didn't have much of a choice. Of course, i had my safe word if i needed it.

View from above:


As the hood began to inflate, i didn't panic when the rubber started to squeeze against my face, even though i hadn't experienced it before. Afterwards, SG told me He had pumped it up to half of its expansion capacity. With the tightness it created, it could have been all the way for all i knew. But it felt rather good to know that i had been able to cope with the new sensation and push my limits. SG was indeed very proud of me.


Then SG exchanged hoods on me for our latest breath control baby, with detachable nozzle and air bag. It looks rather evil without eye holes, but weirdly, i don't find this one as scary. He used the whole ensemble on me, as i lay restrained on the floor. i'm not sure how long it was on for, but it took me into subspace rather quickly. After a while, He removed the bag and nozzle and left me, still hooded, to relax in my bondage, as He watched over me to take more pics and video.


Somewhere in the midst of all of this, He christened our new cherrywood paddle on my bottom. He created rather pinked cheeks in no time and the feeling is very slappy and stingy. i rather like our new ouchie toy. i hope we can seek out the rubber paddle from the London store soon. It will be cool to compare them.


Overnight, SG made me sleep in my cuffs with steel chains running up my ankles and connecting my wrists (sadly no pics of this). It had been a while since i had slept like that and SG said He would make it a more regular thing.


The morning session involved SG strapping me into the SJ, adding the double-layered breath control hood and forcing me to come with His fingers deep inside me, followed by my vibe. Then He took me from behind, on all fours like His bitch puppy. i love it when He takes me like that, it's extremely erotic.

Hope you enjoyed the show!