Playing at home, last week or so.
Oh no, behind again. We've played quite a bit in the last week or so, all at home, just Ar and me. Let's see if I can get caught up with one big long entry about the last several days....
How about starting with two Saturdays ago (Feb 18th)? We'd intended to go to a party at a friend's place. Brownies had been baked, evening planned. But we did quite a bit of work on stuff earlier in the day, starting very early. We should have taken a nap, but instead we lay together on the bed just before 7pm, and next thing we knew it was 11! D'oh.
Sunday evening we played. Ar gave me a caning, laying on the new massage table. I wasn't tied, and she started out slowly and did a pretty gradual warmup to fairly intense striking. Not extremely hard, but certainly painful at the end. But in such a great, steady rhythm. Lots of fun. Right after the caning, she had me get over on to the bed for strap-on fucking. The massage table has been set up right next to the bed, maybe 8 inches between the two, so I could just roll over, taking care not to slip on the gap. Of course, I screamed over and over as she rammed with the big purple dildo.
Monday evening, after she got home from work, we played again! Two nights in a row. This time, she tied me on the bed, corner to corner. She put the ankle binder on my legs and attached it with chains to the foot of the bed on one corner, and then put cuffs on my wrists and used a chain and padlocks to attach my arms to the opposite corner, so my body was stretched diagonally between opposite corners, laying on my back.
She grabbed the bag of clips. First she put clips on my nipples, then put several of those evil little clam-shell clips on my ball sack. They don't hurt so bad at first, but after a while those little teeth really start digging into the skin. It really burns. She spent a while using a slapper and a couple tiny little floggers on my penis and thighs, to move the clips around... making my moan and cry out in pain. I was certainly struggling, but the chains kept me stretched pretty and much of the time she sat on my legs to keep me from twisting and turning.
Eventually she took those horrible little clips off, but that wasn't the end of the CBT. She grabbed the egg topper from the nightstand. I'd been stiff earlier but the erection has gone down. Sustained intense pain without sexual stimulation does that to me after a while. So at first it was just barely touching. But it wasn't long until the teeth were starting to bite into me, just a little at first, but after a while quite severely. It feels like it's certainly going to break the skin, and I'm pretty amazed it never has. It must be quite a sight for her, strung from corner to corner, crying out and begging her to stop.
Of course, she got on top of me and we had sex, my poor penis still sore from those sharp little teeth! She seems to like that! Well, maybe I like it a bit too. As she was on top, she started covering my mouth and nose. Even restrained, when I get desperate for air I can really struggle and shake, and usually break free for a split second to get a bit of air. One time she leaned forward, allowing me to come out of her, and smothered me with her breasts. With her arms locked tightly around the back of my head, arms pulled up to the corner by the chain, there's absolutely no getting free, no getting even a tiny bit of air until she allows. She only did one round like that, then was back on me, and bit more breath play using just her hands, and it made me cum very hard all of a sudden, as breath play during sex usually does. She held me for a while, laying together. She released my hands so I could hold her, and we lay there quite a while, my legs still locked down.
She'd been talking about putting me in the cage, with the cuffs on. I had feared it's happen on Monday, but she allowed me to have a couple drinks earlier in the evening and she hadn't put me in. Well, Tuesday I hadn't had anything to drink. We spent some time around the house, and she was tired and call me into bed with her around 10 pm. It seemed sure I wasn't going to get locked up.
Well, an hour later, she woke suddenly. Yes, 11 pm. She almost never wakes up like that. She remember she'd intended to lock me up, and was determined to do it. She told me to get right up. I could tell she would much rather have just kept on sleeping, and she was not in a good mood at all, but insisted I had to be locked up.
She allowed me a last trip to the bathroom. We'd talked about bondage inside the cage, and I knew this wasn't going to be the normal routine where she gives me the little pillow and plastic urinal bottle (but she hardly ever gives me the blanket anymore).
She put the rubber collar on me, and the 4 cuffs on my arms. Two bigger ones go on my upper arms, just above my elbows, and she locks those two together with a padlock. Of course, all the cuffs and the collar are locking, and she puts a little lock on each one. All the while, she was quite grumpy, seeming pretty mad. I don't recall exactly what she said, but it was clear she wasn't happy and I wasn't to say or do anything, other than just stand there and get locked up. She crossed my arms in front of me and locked each one to the opposite side of the collar, and then told me to get in. What a clumsy process that is, trying to crawl with my arms so tightly bound up! It takes me a while, mostly laying my arms on the smooth plastic tray that forms the floor, and pushing with my legs to get in. I'm not sure how I manage to turn onto my back, but somehow I do and manage to fold my legs and get them pulled completely inside. She shut the door and snapped the on, and with a quick goodnight, she shut the closet door and went back to bed. She didn't turn on the heater.
Laying in there all night with my arms bound up isn't much fun. I had been working on a project, and normally when there's a lot of unresolved stuff on a project like that, I often times lay there all night and think about it. To tell the truth, I did think about the project for a while, even with the bondage, though only for an hour or two. The cuffs don't really hurt me or cause a lot of extra discomfort, beyond the normal discomfort of being locked naked inside a metal wire cage, my skin pressing, sometimes rubbing on the rough metal edges, my body stiff and gradually getting sore from being cramped up in such a small space.
But the cuffs do make it a lot harder to move around, and of course I can't move my arms and touch myself anywhere other than the side of my face, back of my neck and head, and maybe the upper front of my chest. Really, the main thing is does it make moving from my back onto my side much more difficult. I still manage it, because really, after laying cramped up tight in one way, I get pretty desperate to wiggle into laying a different way, also cramped up tight. One way that lets my knees flex a little is on my left side, with my legs pressed up against the door, both feet up near the top. Of all the ways to lay in there, that's probably one of the best... except that without the blanket, the top part of my feet rest against the little bars, and there's lots of rough spots due to all the little features that make the door. One leg rests on the other, so one foot gets to support the pressing of both legs, and the metal really digs into my skin. There's just not much soft, fatty tissue on the tops of my feet. It hurts. But especially after spending hours cramped up, it seems a pretty good compromise for some relief from the cramping and light but steady aching in my legs and knees. Well, it seems a pretty welcome compromise at first, but the top of my feet get sore spots from resting on little metal edges, and there's only so many ways to reposition before turning back onto my back, or maybe on my other side with my legs curled up rather than laying out onto the door seems like a better compromise. But those positions have their own discomforts... on my back, I get colder, back gets stiff; on my side with legs folded, my knees get sore, and there's horizontal bars at just the wrong height to make resting my upper leg really not fun at all. So a lot of being locked up in there is about moving from one position to another every now and then... and having both arms tightly bound together crossed in front of my chest makes that a very difficult, rather annoying operation. It was a long night in there.
Wednesday we went to the munch, as always, and allowed me in the bed with her.
On Thursday, she locked me in the cage again. No bondage this time, just the usual tiny pillow and urinal bottle. She put me in early, around 9pm, and she took a bath and spent some more time around the house before finally going to bed. It was pretty much just another usual night in the cage... pretty much the standard issues I just described above, but easy to move around in there. The bathroom light came on suddenly and she'd gotten up without the alarm clock. She let me out and said she wanted to me join her in the bed. As we approached the bed, I noticed the alarm clock said 3 am. She had woken up and wasn't sleeping. I'd spent quite a lot of time laying awake in the cage, as usual. We lay together, and around 5 we woke together, my arm still around her (which is unusual... I can almost never sleep touching unless we've just made love). It was quite nice getting to spend a little time sleeping together, though I was worried she'd be really tired all day from missed sleep.
On Friday evening (...or maybe this was earlier Thursday... hard to recall now), she hog tied me, laying face down on the massage table. It's been quite a while since I've been hog tied, and my body's certainly not as used to it. I could go on about the gear, but just briefly, it was the usual combo of the shoulder-to-wrist restraint, the bicep binder, and the ankle cuffs and strap of the hog tie restraint. The strap loops through the bicep binder, so the tension from my legs pulls my crossed elbows tighter together, rather than pulling on my wrists. She went and did stuff on her computer while leaving me bound up tightly in the bedroom.
The bicep strap was tight. Very tight, and of course only getting tighter. She left me tied for a long time. Well, long for hog tie anyway. Turns out it was about 90 minutes, which about half an hour more than she normally has done it. I was really, really wanting to get even a little relief. She was in the next room. She hadn't given me any specific instruction, but I knew she would want me to keep quite, not complain. Several times I almost lost it, but somehow managed to go on.
On Saturday, there was a strong bondage theme. She put my in the cage around 5pm, WITH THE STRAP. We'd been laying on the bed together, talking about playing for a bit. She grabbed the strap, that was laying out from having been used for the hot tie. Then I knew I was going to be in for suffering.
The strap is without a doubt the worst cage bondage she does to me. Well, so far anyway. It's very severe. In a nutshell, it's like being hog tied on my front side, laying inside the cage! She binds my arms up, locked together above my elbows, forearms criss crossed and locked to my collar. I get into the cage and turn on my back. She reaches in, threads the strap through the lock and rings between my upper arms, locks my ankles together, and then pulls the strap tight. Of course, I'm such a willing, slutty victim I lean forward as best I can (which isn't a lot), so she can get it tighter more easily.
At first it doesn't seem so bad. Sure, the pulling on my arms is pretty hard, but I can lean up to relieve it, and I can try to scrunch against one end of the cage... admittedly only a few inches from where I'd normally be, but every little bit of cramming myself into a tighter little area give me a little relief from the pulling on my arms. And it isn't long until that pulling turns from annoying to pretty painful, greatly motivating me to position myself in ways that are quite horribly uncomfortable over time. Also, over time, the pulling on my legs cause various tendons to stretch a bit. I'm not too flexible normally, but the pulling, attempting to twist my spread legs so my feet would come up really puts a bit of pressure in ways I'm just not used to at all. So my legs get sore, and very, very tired. And I get really tried. It's a struggle, and I'm constantly trying to exert myself, to get a bit of relief from the pulling, at first only making my arms sore, but then my legs, and eventually it seems just stressed soreness everywhere. Yeah, much of it is all self inflicted from trying so hard to get little bits of relief from the awful tugging on my arms, but believe me, there's really no choice in the matter... and plenty of very boring time to think about it. The strap pulls VERY hard if I don't actively work at holding a difficult position.
She came in to check on me a couple times. The first was probably about an hour in. Maybe she told me it had been one hour? Somehow, I seem to recall 1 hour, though it's quite impossible to tell how much time has passed. The soreness and aching wasn't so bad at that point.
She came in again, much later. She stood in the doorway, not saying anything. It was very clear by this point her normal "can't speak until you're addressed" rule was in effect. She come up to the cage. The whole cage is only a couple feet high, and there's a wood panel mounted to the top to prevent anything in the closet from handing down inside it, so I can see her even when she's standing right there. She reached down and touched my feet through the bars. Her hands were so warm, almost hot. In hindsight, I'd probably gotten a bit chilled, as I usually do naked inside the cage, especially when laying on my back (which is pretty much the only possible position with the strap... it pulls far too much if I try to move to other ways). But I was in such discomfort from the constant pulling on my arms, my legs aching from being stretched by the tugging, exhausted from trying so hard to keep it from pulling on me even harder.
She played with my cold feet for a while, running her warm fingers around them. Felt so nice. So comforting, in a sort of mental/emotional way, though doing nothing to relieve the stress on my body. She never said a word. Didn't even ask how I was doing. She could probably tell without asking, without me saying a word. We really do have a connection like that, and she's done this to me a couple times before. In a moment, she left and closed the closet door, leaving me alone again, never having said even a single word this visit, never allowing me to say a word either.
On her way out, she turned off the main light in the bathroom. She ran water. At the time I thought it was for a bath, but now I'm not so sure. There's really no way to know, other than she'll probably tell me after having read this. But it wasn't long until she was out of the bathroom and elsewhere in the house.
Time passed, and as I lay there in discomfort, working hard and exerting myself to keep aching and minor pain from becoming intense pain, it got darker. Maybe the light was only from a lamp in the bedroom? I have no idea, but it didn't get completely dark, though it was obviously getting late and probably time for her to go to sleep.
I was terrified she would leave me in all night. Oh my god, I would have died. Well, physically, I certainly would have survived, and probably not sustained any injury, but it'd been a long time and I was very tired, becoming less and less able to keep that damn strap from pulling on my sore arms and legs.
I wondered if she'd come in and wish me good night? I thought to myself, "if she intended to keep me in here all night, she probably won't let me speak". Still, I had a good optimistic feeling that she'd sense the suffering I was in even if she just stepped into the closet and heard me breathing. That's probably change her mind. Or would it? Laying there with nothing to do, there's a lot of time to ponder these things.
But what utterly terrified me was the thought that the lights might just suddenly turn off and I'd hear the bathroom door slide closed. That was quite a scary though. If she did that, she'd not come in the closet to sense my suffering, and if she'd decided to leave me in, there'd be absolutely no hope of her changing her mind and having pity on me (as I was pretty sure was likely if she came in). Both the doors between us would be closed, and she'd not hear me... well, unless I screamed out.... which seemed like a very strong possibility at the time.
Well, she did come in to the closet. She had decided to release me when she came in. Oh I can't tell you want an incredible relief it was to get that strap off!!!! My legs were quite stiff and it took me several moments to get them straightened out, and a while longer to get myself out of the cage. Actually, I was in pretty bad shape for being able to move, and she had me stop as she reached down and unlocked the collar from my neck, allowing my arms to fall free.
In a few minutes, she had all the gear off me, and invited me to come lay with her on the bed. We talked about it for a bit. It seemed like she was going to let me sleep with her on the bed, and perhaps that was her original plan, but in just a little while she decided I'd be going into the sleepsack for the night.
She allowed me to make a bathroom trip, much needed after about 5 and a half hours bound up with the strap in the cage. In the bathroom, I looked at my arms. There were deep red marks on my upper arms, and a couple of the edges looked like they might have been close to bleeding (or at least deep purple, some blood up near the skin). I worried for a moment that I might sweat and if the skin had broken even a little it'd sting badly.... yeah, there's been a time or two that's happened, and it's not fun. Didn't turn out to be any broken skin.
When I got back from my little bathroom trip, it was clear she wanted to sleep and wasn't in the mood to spend much time getting me into the sack. Not a really pissed off mood like Tuesday, just a "you better not need any extra time" kind of mood. Slipped my left arm down, then wiggled my right arm in the sleeve as she shakes it. The rubber really grips my skin, as always. She had me lay on the massage table. This was the first time in the sleepsack on that table, and I needed a little help knowing how far back to position myself to end up laying down in the right spot.
In another couple moments, she was zipping me up and then back on the bed. I had been a bit concerned she was going to put the head harness gag on me... though I'm not sure why, since it's really not all that bad, just holds a bit in my mouth that I can't get out. She did put the blindfold on me. We talked for a moment, and I commented about wondering how cold I'd get laying on the harder surface rather than the soft bed. Big mistake. She grabbed a blanket, which later turned out to be the sheet that goes on the massage able, that she'd taken off... probably so the rubber sack would adhere to the vinyl-like material on the table. She reached over and was spreading it all up and down me, and tucking it in around the edges.
Sure enough, I got quite hot right away. On the bed in the sleepsack, without any covering, I'm usually pretty warm. The rubber material is pretty thick and when zipped up, the sack is completely air tight except for the collar. The squishy mattress makes my underside quite warm, and I'm a bit cold on my front side exposed to the room, so overall it works out pretty good. On a hard surface, I tend to get a little colder, which means I stay utterly dry. Being completely dry in there isn't as great as it might at first sound. A tiny bit of sweating makes the rubber not stick to my skin quite as mercilessly. But with some covering, I overheat. And that was certainly what happened!
Amazingly, I slept for about 4, maybe 5 hours. Woke up very hot. Wiggled the blindfold off. When I get so hot, I can feel myself sweating under the blindfold, and just getting a little more skin exposed is oh so nice. But overall, I was still far too hot. I lay there, maybe an hour, maybe half an hour, trying to breath slowly and deeply, trying to flex my chest a bit to suck in a little cool air though the collar (which is about an inch or two bigger than my neck... allows a bit of air unless she puts the hood on or puts another collar over it to tighten it up).
She woke up and noticed I was in distress. Even though I didn't say anything, apparently it's pretty obvious from my breathing. And we do have that connection... she can tell when I'm not doing so well. She asked what was up, and then grabbed the sheet and effortlessly pulled it off me. I'd been laying there, blindfold off, with enough light in the room I could see, leaning up a bit, staring at that damn blanket. I tried wiggling a bit, flexing my legs a little. Nothing would make that blanket move. My hands are utterly useless, of course, inside those pockets inside the sack. In just a second she yanked it completely off.
She told me I wasn't going to be released yet. It was 3 am. Turns out, an hour later she woke up again, reached over and unzipped me. She did have to move around to get the zipper all the way down near my feet, but didn't have to get off the bed. She pulled the sides off my shoulder, which turns out to be necessary.... really, that rubber grips me so much, even sweaty, that I can't get myself out even when it's fully unzipped if the top parts are still covering my shoulders! I got up, grabbed a few towels from the bathroom... one to dry myself off, two to mop up the sweat inside the sleepsack and some that'd spilled onto the massage table. After a quick trip to the kitchen to drink a bottle of water, I rejoined her in the bed and we slept in Sunday morning.
Later Sunday evening, Ar fucked me with the big purple dildo. Not a long time, but some very fast, very vigorous thrusting. Sex right afterward too, always pretty amazing. We didn't have much time, and after just a little while on top of me, she put her hands over my mouth and nose. She told me very sternly to keep my hands down on her hips, and she continued moving, and keeping me from breathing! I started to struggle, and she repeated herself a couple times, telling me I had to keep my hands down. I squirmed and struggled, but somehow managed to keep my hands on her hips. Almost completely lost it a couple times... it's so very hard to obey. She really likes that, when she can command me like that and it actually works. Of course, I cam really hard. So much buildup.
This was all just before needing to do about for dinner with vanilla friends and family.... the reason we didn't have much time. She showered quickly, and I rinsed off. My arms still had bright red strips from the cuffs being pulled by that evil strap, and luckily I found a shirt to wear with longer sleeves that covered up the marks nicely.
That's about it. Whew, long entry. So much happened last week.
Oh, yesterday (Monday), she required me to wear one of the anal plugs for 3 hours. She mentioned wanting to get me loosened up again. Also probably in preparation for a scene planned at Kinkfest (more on that later).
She didn't require plug wearing today, but it's possible it just slipped her mind to mention it because she was in a hurry this morning. I did a couple hours with the plug earlier this morning, just in case, and 'cause she'll probably be pleased. Guess I'm really feeling motivated to please.
Whew, another marathon entry... though really, a whole week's worth. Hopefully we'll get to keep playing regularly!
(and hopefully I won't get so busy with mundane stuff that I can keep writing it all).
How about starting with two Saturdays ago (Feb 18th)? We'd intended to go to a party at a friend's place. Brownies had been baked, evening planned. But we did quite a bit of work on stuff earlier in the day, starting very early. We should have taken a nap, but instead we lay together on the bed just before 7pm, and next thing we knew it was 11! D'oh.
Sunday evening we played. Ar gave me a caning, laying on the new massage table. I wasn't tied, and she started out slowly and did a pretty gradual warmup to fairly intense striking. Not extremely hard, but certainly painful at the end. But in such a great, steady rhythm. Lots of fun. Right after the caning, she had me get over on to the bed for strap-on fucking. The massage table has been set up right next to the bed, maybe 8 inches between the two, so I could just roll over, taking care not to slip on the gap. Of course, I screamed over and over as she rammed with the big purple dildo.
Monday evening, after she got home from work, we played again! Two nights in a row. This time, she tied me on the bed, corner to corner. She put the ankle binder on my legs and attached it with chains to the foot of the bed on one corner, and then put cuffs on my wrists and used a chain and padlocks to attach my arms to the opposite corner, so my body was stretched diagonally between opposite corners, laying on my back.
She grabbed the bag of clips. First she put clips on my nipples, then put several of those evil little clam-shell clips on my ball sack. They don't hurt so bad at first, but after a while those little teeth really start digging into the skin. It really burns. She spent a while using a slapper and a couple tiny little floggers on my penis and thighs, to move the clips around... making my moan and cry out in pain. I was certainly struggling, but the chains kept me stretched pretty and much of the time she sat on my legs to keep me from twisting and turning.
Eventually she took those horrible little clips off, but that wasn't the end of the CBT. She grabbed the egg topper from the nightstand. I'd been stiff earlier but the erection has gone down. Sustained intense pain without sexual stimulation does that to me after a while. So at first it was just barely touching. But it wasn't long until the teeth were starting to bite into me, just a little at first, but after a while quite severely. It feels like it's certainly going to break the skin, and I'm pretty amazed it never has. It must be quite a sight for her, strung from corner to corner, crying out and begging her to stop.
Of course, she got on top of me and we had sex, my poor penis still sore from those sharp little teeth! She seems to like that! Well, maybe I like it a bit too. As she was on top, she started covering my mouth and nose. Even restrained, when I get desperate for air I can really struggle and shake, and usually break free for a split second to get a bit of air. One time she leaned forward, allowing me to come out of her, and smothered me with her breasts. With her arms locked tightly around the back of my head, arms pulled up to the corner by the chain, there's absolutely no getting free, no getting even a tiny bit of air until she allows. She only did one round like that, then was back on me, and bit more breath play using just her hands, and it made me cum very hard all of a sudden, as breath play during sex usually does. She held me for a while, laying together. She released my hands so I could hold her, and we lay there quite a while, my legs still locked down.
She'd been talking about putting me in the cage, with the cuffs on. I had feared it's happen on Monday, but she allowed me to have a couple drinks earlier in the evening and she hadn't put me in. Well, Tuesday I hadn't had anything to drink. We spent some time around the house, and she was tired and call me into bed with her around 10 pm. It seemed sure I wasn't going to get locked up.
Well, an hour later, she woke suddenly. Yes, 11 pm. She almost never wakes up like that. She remember she'd intended to lock me up, and was determined to do it. She told me to get right up. I could tell she would much rather have just kept on sleeping, and she was not in a good mood at all, but insisted I had to be locked up.
She allowed me a last trip to the bathroom. We'd talked about bondage inside the cage, and I knew this wasn't going to be the normal routine where she gives me the little pillow and plastic urinal bottle (but she hardly ever gives me the blanket anymore).
She put the rubber collar on me, and the 4 cuffs on my arms. Two bigger ones go on my upper arms, just above my elbows, and she locks those two together with a padlock. Of course, all the cuffs and the collar are locking, and she puts a little lock on each one. All the while, she was quite grumpy, seeming pretty mad. I don't recall exactly what she said, but it was clear she wasn't happy and I wasn't to say or do anything, other than just stand there and get locked up. She crossed my arms in front of me and locked each one to the opposite side of the collar, and then told me to get in. What a clumsy process that is, trying to crawl with my arms so tightly bound up! It takes me a while, mostly laying my arms on the smooth plastic tray that forms the floor, and pushing with my legs to get in. I'm not sure how I manage to turn onto my back, but somehow I do and manage to fold my legs and get them pulled completely inside. She shut the door and snapped the on, and with a quick goodnight, she shut the closet door and went back to bed. She didn't turn on the heater.
Laying in there all night with my arms bound up isn't much fun. I had been working on a project, and normally when there's a lot of unresolved stuff on a project like that, I often times lay there all night and think about it. To tell the truth, I did think about the project for a while, even with the bondage, though only for an hour or two. The cuffs don't really hurt me or cause a lot of extra discomfort, beyond the normal discomfort of being locked naked inside a metal wire cage, my skin pressing, sometimes rubbing on the rough metal edges, my body stiff and gradually getting sore from being cramped up in such a small space.
But the cuffs do make it a lot harder to move around, and of course I can't move my arms and touch myself anywhere other than the side of my face, back of my neck and head, and maybe the upper front of my chest. Really, the main thing is does it make moving from my back onto my side much more difficult. I still manage it, because really, after laying cramped up tight in one way, I get pretty desperate to wiggle into laying a different way, also cramped up tight. One way that lets my knees flex a little is on my left side, with my legs pressed up against the door, both feet up near the top. Of all the ways to lay in there, that's probably one of the best... except that without the blanket, the top part of my feet rest against the little bars, and there's lots of rough spots due to all the little features that make the door. One leg rests on the other, so one foot gets to support the pressing of both legs, and the metal really digs into my skin. There's just not much soft, fatty tissue on the tops of my feet. It hurts. But especially after spending hours cramped up, it seems a pretty good compromise for some relief from the cramping and light but steady aching in my legs and knees. Well, it seems a pretty welcome compromise at first, but the top of my feet get sore spots from resting on little metal edges, and there's only so many ways to reposition before turning back onto my back, or maybe on my other side with my legs curled up rather than laying out onto the door seems like a better compromise. But those positions have their own discomforts... on my back, I get colder, back gets stiff; on my side with legs folded, my knees get sore, and there's horizontal bars at just the wrong height to make resting my upper leg really not fun at all. So a lot of being locked up in there is about moving from one position to another every now and then... and having both arms tightly bound together crossed in front of my chest makes that a very difficult, rather annoying operation. It was a long night in there.
Wednesday we went to the munch, as always, and allowed me in the bed with her.
On Thursday, she locked me in the cage again. No bondage this time, just the usual tiny pillow and urinal bottle. She put me in early, around 9pm, and she took a bath and spent some more time around the house before finally going to bed. It was pretty much just another usual night in the cage... pretty much the standard issues I just described above, but easy to move around in there. The bathroom light came on suddenly and she'd gotten up without the alarm clock. She let me out and said she wanted to me join her in the bed. As we approached the bed, I noticed the alarm clock said 3 am. She had woken up and wasn't sleeping. I'd spent quite a lot of time laying awake in the cage, as usual. We lay together, and around 5 we woke together, my arm still around her (which is unusual... I can almost never sleep touching unless we've just made love). It was quite nice getting to spend a little time sleeping together, though I was worried she'd be really tired all day from missed sleep.
On Friday evening (...or maybe this was earlier Thursday... hard to recall now), she hog tied me, laying face down on the massage table. It's been quite a while since I've been hog tied, and my body's certainly not as used to it. I could go on about the gear, but just briefly, it was the usual combo of the shoulder-to-wrist restraint, the bicep binder, and the ankle cuffs and strap of the hog tie restraint. The strap loops through the bicep binder, so the tension from my legs pulls my crossed elbows tighter together, rather than pulling on my wrists. She went and did stuff on her computer while leaving me bound up tightly in the bedroom.
The bicep strap was tight. Very tight, and of course only getting tighter. She left me tied for a long time. Well, long for hog tie anyway. Turns out it was about 90 minutes, which about half an hour more than she normally has done it. I was really, really wanting to get even a little relief. She was in the next room. She hadn't given me any specific instruction, but I knew she would want me to keep quite, not complain. Several times I almost lost it, but somehow managed to go on.
On Saturday, there was a strong bondage theme. She put my in the cage around 5pm, WITH THE STRAP. We'd been laying on the bed together, talking about playing for a bit. She grabbed the strap, that was laying out from having been used for the hot tie. Then I knew I was going to be in for suffering.
The strap is without a doubt the worst cage bondage she does to me. Well, so far anyway. It's very severe. In a nutshell, it's like being hog tied on my front side, laying inside the cage! She binds my arms up, locked together above my elbows, forearms criss crossed and locked to my collar. I get into the cage and turn on my back. She reaches in, threads the strap through the lock and rings between my upper arms, locks my ankles together, and then pulls the strap tight. Of course, I'm such a willing, slutty victim I lean forward as best I can (which isn't a lot), so she can get it tighter more easily.
At first it doesn't seem so bad. Sure, the pulling on my arms is pretty hard, but I can lean up to relieve it, and I can try to scrunch against one end of the cage... admittedly only a few inches from where I'd normally be, but every little bit of cramming myself into a tighter little area give me a little relief from the pulling on my arms. And it isn't long until that pulling turns from annoying to pretty painful, greatly motivating me to position myself in ways that are quite horribly uncomfortable over time. Also, over time, the pulling on my legs cause various tendons to stretch a bit. I'm not too flexible normally, but the pulling, attempting to twist my spread legs so my feet would come up really puts a bit of pressure in ways I'm just not used to at all. So my legs get sore, and very, very tired. And I get really tried. It's a struggle, and I'm constantly trying to exert myself, to get a bit of relief from the pulling, at first only making my arms sore, but then my legs, and eventually it seems just stressed soreness everywhere. Yeah, much of it is all self inflicted from trying so hard to get little bits of relief from the awful tugging on my arms, but believe me, there's really no choice in the matter... and plenty of very boring time to think about it. The strap pulls VERY hard if I don't actively work at holding a difficult position.
She came in to check on me a couple times. The first was probably about an hour in. Maybe she told me it had been one hour? Somehow, I seem to recall 1 hour, though it's quite impossible to tell how much time has passed. The soreness and aching wasn't so bad at that point.
She came in again, much later. She stood in the doorway, not saying anything. It was very clear by this point her normal "can't speak until you're addressed" rule was in effect. She come up to the cage. The whole cage is only a couple feet high, and there's a wood panel mounted to the top to prevent anything in the closet from handing down inside it, so I can see her even when she's standing right there. She reached down and touched my feet through the bars. Her hands were so warm, almost hot. In hindsight, I'd probably gotten a bit chilled, as I usually do naked inside the cage, especially when laying on my back (which is pretty much the only possible position with the strap... it pulls far too much if I try to move to other ways). But I was in such discomfort from the constant pulling on my arms, my legs aching from being stretched by the tugging, exhausted from trying so hard to keep it from pulling on me even harder.
She played with my cold feet for a while, running her warm fingers around them. Felt so nice. So comforting, in a sort of mental/emotional way, though doing nothing to relieve the stress on my body. She never said a word. Didn't even ask how I was doing. She could probably tell without asking, without me saying a word. We really do have a connection like that, and she's done this to me a couple times before. In a moment, she left and closed the closet door, leaving me alone again, never having said even a single word this visit, never allowing me to say a word either.
On her way out, she turned off the main light in the bathroom. She ran water. At the time I thought it was for a bath, but now I'm not so sure. There's really no way to know, other than she'll probably tell me after having read this. But it wasn't long until she was out of the bathroom and elsewhere in the house.
Time passed, and as I lay there in discomfort, working hard and exerting myself to keep aching and minor pain from becoming intense pain, it got darker. Maybe the light was only from a lamp in the bedroom? I have no idea, but it didn't get completely dark, though it was obviously getting late and probably time for her to go to sleep.
I was terrified she would leave me in all night. Oh my god, I would have died. Well, physically, I certainly would have survived, and probably not sustained any injury, but it'd been a long time and I was very tired, becoming less and less able to keep that damn strap from pulling on my sore arms and legs.
I wondered if she'd come in and wish me good night? I thought to myself, "if she intended to keep me in here all night, she probably won't let me speak". Still, I had a good optimistic feeling that she'd sense the suffering I was in even if she just stepped into the closet and heard me breathing. That's probably change her mind. Or would it? Laying there with nothing to do, there's a lot of time to ponder these things.
But what utterly terrified me was the thought that the lights might just suddenly turn off and I'd hear the bathroom door slide closed. That was quite a scary though. If she did that, she'd not come in the closet to sense my suffering, and if she'd decided to leave me in, there'd be absolutely no hope of her changing her mind and having pity on me (as I was pretty sure was likely if she came in). Both the doors between us would be closed, and she'd not hear me... well, unless I screamed out.... which seemed like a very strong possibility at the time.
Well, she did come in to the closet. She had decided to release me when she came in. Oh I can't tell you want an incredible relief it was to get that strap off!!!! My legs were quite stiff and it took me several moments to get them straightened out, and a while longer to get myself out of the cage. Actually, I was in pretty bad shape for being able to move, and she had me stop as she reached down and unlocked the collar from my neck, allowing my arms to fall free.
In a few minutes, she had all the gear off me, and invited me to come lay with her on the bed. We talked about it for a bit. It seemed like she was going to let me sleep with her on the bed, and perhaps that was her original plan, but in just a little while she decided I'd be going into the sleepsack for the night.
She allowed me to make a bathroom trip, much needed after about 5 and a half hours bound up with the strap in the cage. In the bathroom, I looked at my arms. There were deep red marks on my upper arms, and a couple of the edges looked like they might have been close to bleeding (or at least deep purple, some blood up near the skin). I worried for a moment that I might sweat and if the skin had broken even a little it'd sting badly.... yeah, there's been a time or two that's happened, and it's not fun. Didn't turn out to be any broken skin.
When I got back from my little bathroom trip, it was clear she wanted to sleep and wasn't in the mood to spend much time getting me into the sack. Not a really pissed off mood like Tuesday, just a "you better not need any extra time" kind of mood. Slipped my left arm down, then wiggled my right arm in the sleeve as she shakes it. The rubber really grips my skin, as always. She had me lay on the massage table. This was the first time in the sleepsack on that table, and I needed a little help knowing how far back to position myself to end up laying down in the right spot.
In another couple moments, she was zipping me up and then back on the bed. I had been a bit concerned she was going to put the head harness gag on me... though I'm not sure why, since it's really not all that bad, just holds a bit in my mouth that I can't get out. She did put the blindfold on me. We talked for a moment, and I commented about wondering how cold I'd get laying on the harder surface rather than the soft bed. Big mistake. She grabbed a blanket, which later turned out to be the sheet that goes on the massage able, that she'd taken off... probably so the rubber sack would adhere to the vinyl-like material on the table. She reached over and was spreading it all up and down me, and tucking it in around the edges.
Sure enough, I got quite hot right away. On the bed in the sleepsack, without any covering, I'm usually pretty warm. The rubber material is pretty thick and when zipped up, the sack is completely air tight except for the collar. The squishy mattress makes my underside quite warm, and I'm a bit cold on my front side exposed to the room, so overall it works out pretty good. On a hard surface, I tend to get a little colder, which means I stay utterly dry. Being completely dry in there isn't as great as it might at first sound. A tiny bit of sweating makes the rubber not stick to my skin quite as mercilessly. But with some covering, I overheat. And that was certainly what happened!
Amazingly, I slept for about 4, maybe 5 hours. Woke up very hot. Wiggled the blindfold off. When I get so hot, I can feel myself sweating under the blindfold, and just getting a little more skin exposed is oh so nice. But overall, I was still far too hot. I lay there, maybe an hour, maybe half an hour, trying to breath slowly and deeply, trying to flex my chest a bit to suck in a little cool air though the collar (which is about an inch or two bigger than my neck... allows a bit of air unless she puts the hood on or puts another collar over it to tighten it up).
She woke up and noticed I was in distress. Even though I didn't say anything, apparently it's pretty obvious from my breathing. And we do have that connection... she can tell when I'm not doing so well. She asked what was up, and then grabbed the sheet and effortlessly pulled it off me. I'd been laying there, blindfold off, with enough light in the room I could see, leaning up a bit, staring at that damn blanket. I tried wiggling a bit, flexing my legs a little. Nothing would make that blanket move. My hands are utterly useless, of course, inside those pockets inside the sack. In just a second she yanked it completely off.
She told me I wasn't going to be released yet. It was 3 am. Turns out, an hour later she woke up again, reached over and unzipped me. She did have to move around to get the zipper all the way down near my feet, but didn't have to get off the bed. She pulled the sides off my shoulder, which turns out to be necessary.... really, that rubber grips me so much, even sweaty, that I can't get myself out even when it's fully unzipped if the top parts are still covering my shoulders! I got up, grabbed a few towels from the bathroom... one to dry myself off, two to mop up the sweat inside the sleepsack and some that'd spilled onto the massage table. After a quick trip to the kitchen to drink a bottle of water, I rejoined her in the bed and we slept in Sunday morning.
Later Sunday evening, Ar fucked me with the big purple dildo. Not a long time, but some very fast, very vigorous thrusting. Sex right afterward too, always pretty amazing. We didn't have much time, and after just a little while on top of me, she put her hands over my mouth and nose. She told me very sternly to keep my hands down on her hips, and she continued moving, and keeping me from breathing! I started to struggle, and she repeated herself a couple times, telling me I had to keep my hands down. I squirmed and struggled, but somehow managed to keep my hands on her hips. Almost completely lost it a couple times... it's so very hard to obey. She really likes that, when she can command me like that and it actually works. Of course, I cam really hard. So much buildup.
This was all just before needing to do about for dinner with vanilla friends and family.... the reason we didn't have much time. She showered quickly, and I rinsed off. My arms still had bright red strips from the cuffs being pulled by that evil strap, and luckily I found a shirt to wear with longer sleeves that covered up the marks nicely.
That's about it. Whew, long entry. So much happened last week.
Oh, yesterday (Monday), she required me to wear one of the anal plugs for 3 hours. She mentioned wanting to get me loosened up again. Also probably in preparation for a scene planned at Kinkfest (more on that later).
She didn't require plug wearing today, but it's possible it just slipped her mind to mention it because she was in a hurry this morning. I did a couple hours with the plug earlier this morning, just in case, and 'cause she'll probably be pleased. Guess I'm really feeling motivated to please.
Whew, another marathon entry... though really, a whole week's worth. Hopefully we'll get to keep playing regularly!
(and hopefully I won't get so busy with mundane stuff that I can keep writing it all).