Last Sunday, plug wearing, strapon action, cage time
Oh so much has happened in the last week. Since last Sunday, plug wearing, nasty (2 hours) cage bondage, strapon fucking, four nights spent locked in the cage, spanking and whipping over at Hotpockets's place last night.
There, all caught up! Well, of course, read on for details.
So on Sunday morning, woke up and Arecee said she wanted to fuck me again with her strapon, and I was to get cleaned out and do 2 hours of plug wearing during the day. Of course I did the enema in the morning. Time went by. It was getting later in the afternoon, almost 3pm, when I realized I'd better get the plug wearing started. It's been a while since I've had a plug in, I believe not since that little trip to Seattle. But not too much trouble with it.
We spent an hour together, watching part of a DVD. In fact, it was part of a TV series for the show La Femme Nikita. Arecee gets into those "girls kick ass" themes! Most of them are pretty entertaining, but somehow this one just hasn't appealed to so much. So after an hour, she decided to put in the cage for a while.
Turned out this was to be punishment for not calling or noticing her calls the previous night. She put the big ball gag in my mouth. It's the one that's built on to a posture collar, and the ball is 2 inches in diameter. Of course, I willingly knelt in front of the cage and held my hair up for her to easily buckle it around my neck, and then buckle tightly the other strap that holds the big ball in my mouth. And oh how it does hold it so tightly. With almost every other gag, there's some "wiggle room", but not with this one. That ball gets held deep in my mouth, utterly unable to move, especially when she pulls the strap so tight. She also put cuffs on my wrists, and told me to crawl inside. All the while, the plug was still inside me (I'd initially put a harness on to hold it in, and that was still there). But the plug wasn't even noticeable soon.
Once in, she instructed me to hold my hands back. I was on my knees, head down on the floor of the cage, and even then, that cage is so small my wrists hit the top and there's basically no extra room. But she was able to reach in and lock my wrists together. This was the first time I've even been in there with my wrists locked together behind my back, and I can tell you it sucks. Very awkward. Wasn't long before I tried to move, and quickly ended up in a very contorted sideways position, trapped between the sides of the cage. More wiggling and difficult fidgeting eventually got me mostly onto my side, arms down so one arm would prop up my upper body weight. Very awkward. It's impossible to lay with my back flat on the floor, since my arms are behind me and that would hurt them quite a lot after just a little while, and not really possible to curl up on my side like I normally would, since that puts all my weight directly onto one arm. The cage is much too short to sit up (it's only a little over 2 feet tall inside), so the only option is one of many contorted positions, propped up a bit against the side or back of the cage, not sitting but not laying down. Quite uncomfortable.
But soon that was the least of my concerns. That gag really hurts after a while. At first it's just a large ball, then it starts aching a bit. Then quite a bit more, and eventually it just hurts so much I can't think of anything else. I just want to get it out. But unlike pretty much every other gag, it's so tight I can't move the ball hardly at all. And being propped up against the side of the cage wasn't helping. There's pretty much no possible position that doesn't make me bend my neck at least a little, against the posture collar. Doing so causes the strap to tend to pull the ball even deeper into my mouth.
After I while the aching pain was starting to get really overwhelming. Fortunately, Arecee came back. I believe she'd checked on my a couple times before, but there wasn't any cause for concern. But now I was really not doing so well. Fortunately, she let me out. It took a little while to get out, but oh what a relief. I promised to be good about checking for her calls while out again.
She took the gag and cuffs off, and instructed me to remove the plug. Peeked at the clock, and it'd been just about exactly the 2 hours... so the entire episode in the cage with the horrible ball gag was about an hour. I'd pretty much not even giving a single though to the plug since. After taking it out, she made me kneel in the bedroom while holding my hands behind my head. The kneeling went on for a while, and though I wanted to sit, it was still such a relief to be out of the cage, not in such a contorted position resting awkwardly on one arm, with that gag. She folded up some laundry as I waited kneeling.
Soon it was time for the strapon fucking. She lay the towels down, and instructed me to get into position, as she put on the harness and put the large dildo into it. This time, it was the new black one. It's exactly the same as her big purple one, but black. She picked it up at Kinkfest from a vendor who still had this in stock. Turns out, Vixen is the company who made it, and they've discontinued this particular shape. So Ar bought a second one as a spare, and this was it's first use.
As she finished securing it, I asked if she wanted me on my knees to suck. She hadn't planned on that, apparantly, but asked "well do you want to?" I said something like "well, maybe", and just like that she commanded me to get on my knees in front of her. She shoved it in my mouth, thrusting quite a bit. Deeply sometimes. I gaged a few times, though only once badly enough to cough just a little, which really displeased her. But after a little while, I can anticipate her movement better and stay with it, moving myself a little as needed to prevent gagging. Well, mostly anyway. Sometimes she thrusts deep into my mouth and toward my throat, maybe just randomly, maybe as she sees me trying to compensate or something? Anyway, this part didn't go on very long, and she ordered me to get into position again!
By this time I was really feeling very submissive and wanted so much to take it in quickly for her. She doesn't like waiting. But she went pretty gently anyway, probably cause she hasn't fucked me like this for a few weeks. Loosening up and accepting it quickly really is a state of mind, and I was so glad for it this time!
Then she started thrusting. Oh my god it was intense. Yeah, it's always intense with that large size, but it's been a few weeks since I've had it. So incredible. Of course, after a few gentle strokes, she started ramming in and out so fast, so ferociously. I just started screaming, over and over. There were at least a few, possibly many sessions of pounding so fast like that. My head as spinning. Near the end during a little break she gave me, I thought briefly about how similar the dizzy overwhelmed feeling is to pain play, but how completely different the sensations are leading up to it. Just a bit more thrusting, and then she was done with me.
She dropped the harness and dildo on the towel, and pulled me up onto the bed using the other towel, and we lay together for a few minutes. Such a nice time. Then after a bit, I asked if I could go get cleaned up. She said no! Instead she took me to the closet, and told me I was going to go back into the cage, messy with lube all over my ass. She put the 6 rubber cuffs on me, bound my arms up, and after I crawled in, she used the strap!
Indeed the strap was tight this time. It pulls my ankles close to my elbows as I lay there on my back, arms folded up and attached to my collar. I try to sit up to relieve the strain, but I get tired quickly. My legs get tired too, and relaxing them only makes it pull harder on my arms. It's truly a very unpleasant bondage.
Turns out, she hadn't buckled those rubber wrist cuffs as tightly. They were one notch looser than usual, which is normally tight to the skin, but not cutting off circulation. The rubber can stretch just a little, which normally isn't such as issue when they're tight. But one notch looser, and with the added strain pulling (actually, almost all the pulling from my legs goes onto the two cuffs on my upper arms and pulls on my shoulders... not my wrists and neck), well with some struggling, I managed to slip out of the cuffs. Once my wrists were no longer secured to the two sides of my collar, holding my arms crossed over each others, I could straighten my arms out, and the upper arm cuffs slid easily down my arms (well, after the rubber "unsticks" from my skin). What a relief, with the pressure from my legs gone, now able to lay my legs against the front of the cage!
But I feared how pissed Arecee was going to be. What would she do? Well, the bigger, more pressing question was what should I do. Should I keep laying there, or should I call to her. I thought to myself, "she's probably on the other side of the house and might not hear me anyway". For a few minutes I debated over and over, and ultimately decided the right thing to do was to call to her. If she didn't hear, well, I should still try. So I called out her name, and much to my surprise, she heard and came to the closet right away.
Turns out, she wasn't mad. She knew the cuffs weren't at their usual setting. She did say I'd get another chance another time. and she'd make sure to put the cuffs on securely for me. But she had been planning to let me out soon anyway, and wanted to go out for dinner.
So I got cleaned up. Still had some red lines from the cuffs on my upper arms (where the strain of my folded legs does most of the pulling), and some lines on face from the gag. They were fading. Arecee said they weren't so noticeable, and we were going out for dinner anyway. I put on a shirt with longer sleeves, and tried not to think about whether anyone would notice the remaining bit of redness near my mouth. Dinner out was really nice, by the way.
We got home, and she told me I was to spend the night in the cage. But no bondage on me, just laying naked in the cage all night. Turns out, this was the first of 3 nights in a row, plus another after that on Thursday, and she'd locked me in the Friday before also. She said again today I'm going to be going back in the cage quite a bit more....
Whew, at least got last Sunday written! More cage nights during the week, an evening of serving while gagged on Thursday (really, really want to write about that in detail)... and playing with friends last night. So much play, always behind on writing entries for this journal. Oh well. Will write more soon.
There, all caught up! Well, of course, read on for details.
So on Sunday morning, woke up and Arecee said she wanted to fuck me again with her strapon, and I was to get cleaned out and do 2 hours of plug wearing during the day. Of course I did the enema in the morning. Time went by. It was getting later in the afternoon, almost 3pm, when I realized I'd better get the plug wearing started. It's been a while since I've had a plug in, I believe not since that little trip to Seattle. But not too much trouble with it.
We spent an hour together, watching part of a DVD. In fact, it was part of a TV series for the show La Femme Nikita. Arecee gets into those "girls kick ass" themes! Most of them are pretty entertaining, but somehow this one just hasn't appealed to so much. So after an hour, she decided to put in the cage for a while.
Turned out this was to be punishment for not calling or noticing her calls the previous night. She put the big ball gag in my mouth. It's the one that's built on to a posture collar, and the ball is 2 inches in diameter. Of course, I willingly knelt in front of the cage and held my hair up for her to easily buckle it around my neck, and then buckle tightly the other strap that holds the big ball in my mouth. And oh how it does hold it so tightly. With almost every other gag, there's some "wiggle room", but not with this one. That ball gets held deep in my mouth, utterly unable to move, especially when she pulls the strap so tight. She also put cuffs on my wrists, and told me to crawl inside. All the while, the plug was still inside me (I'd initially put a harness on to hold it in, and that was still there). But the plug wasn't even noticeable soon.
Once in, she instructed me to hold my hands back. I was on my knees, head down on the floor of the cage, and even then, that cage is so small my wrists hit the top and there's basically no extra room. But she was able to reach in and lock my wrists together. This was the first time I've even been in there with my wrists locked together behind my back, and I can tell you it sucks. Very awkward. Wasn't long before I tried to move, and quickly ended up in a very contorted sideways position, trapped between the sides of the cage. More wiggling and difficult fidgeting eventually got me mostly onto my side, arms down so one arm would prop up my upper body weight. Very awkward. It's impossible to lay with my back flat on the floor, since my arms are behind me and that would hurt them quite a lot after just a little while, and not really possible to curl up on my side like I normally would, since that puts all my weight directly onto one arm. The cage is much too short to sit up (it's only a little over 2 feet tall inside), so the only option is one of many contorted positions, propped up a bit against the side or back of the cage, not sitting but not laying down. Quite uncomfortable.
But soon that was the least of my concerns. That gag really hurts after a while. At first it's just a large ball, then it starts aching a bit. Then quite a bit more, and eventually it just hurts so much I can't think of anything else. I just want to get it out. But unlike pretty much every other gag, it's so tight I can't move the ball hardly at all. And being propped up against the side of the cage wasn't helping. There's pretty much no possible position that doesn't make me bend my neck at least a little, against the posture collar. Doing so causes the strap to tend to pull the ball even deeper into my mouth.
After I while the aching pain was starting to get really overwhelming. Fortunately, Arecee came back. I believe she'd checked on my a couple times before, but there wasn't any cause for concern. But now I was really not doing so well. Fortunately, she let me out. It took a little while to get out, but oh what a relief. I promised to be good about checking for her calls while out again.
She took the gag and cuffs off, and instructed me to remove the plug. Peeked at the clock, and it'd been just about exactly the 2 hours... so the entire episode in the cage with the horrible ball gag was about an hour. I'd pretty much not even giving a single though to the plug since. After taking it out, she made me kneel in the bedroom while holding my hands behind my head. The kneeling went on for a while, and though I wanted to sit, it was still such a relief to be out of the cage, not in such a contorted position resting awkwardly on one arm, with that gag. She folded up some laundry as I waited kneeling.
Soon it was time for the strapon fucking. She lay the towels down, and instructed me to get into position, as she put on the harness and put the large dildo into it. This time, it was the new black one. It's exactly the same as her big purple one, but black. She picked it up at Kinkfest from a vendor who still had this in stock. Turns out, Vixen is the company who made it, and they've discontinued this particular shape. So Ar bought a second one as a spare, and this was it's first use.
As she finished securing it, I asked if she wanted me on my knees to suck. She hadn't planned on that, apparantly, but asked "well do you want to?" I said something like "well, maybe", and just like that she commanded me to get on my knees in front of her. She shoved it in my mouth, thrusting quite a bit. Deeply sometimes. I gaged a few times, though only once badly enough to cough just a little, which really displeased her. But after a little while, I can anticipate her movement better and stay with it, moving myself a little as needed to prevent gagging. Well, mostly anyway. Sometimes she thrusts deep into my mouth and toward my throat, maybe just randomly, maybe as she sees me trying to compensate or something? Anyway, this part didn't go on very long, and she ordered me to get into position again!
By this time I was really feeling very submissive and wanted so much to take it in quickly for her. She doesn't like waiting. But she went pretty gently anyway, probably cause she hasn't fucked me like this for a few weeks. Loosening up and accepting it quickly really is a state of mind, and I was so glad for it this time!
Then she started thrusting. Oh my god it was intense. Yeah, it's always intense with that large size, but it's been a few weeks since I've had it. So incredible. Of course, after a few gentle strokes, she started ramming in and out so fast, so ferociously. I just started screaming, over and over. There were at least a few, possibly many sessions of pounding so fast like that. My head as spinning. Near the end during a little break she gave me, I thought briefly about how similar the dizzy overwhelmed feeling is to pain play, but how completely different the sensations are leading up to it. Just a bit more thrusting, and then she was done with me.
She dropped the harness and dildo on the towel, and pulled me up onto the bed using the other towel, and we lay together for a few minutes. Such a nice time. Then after a bit, I asked if I could go get cleaned up. She said no! Instead she took me to the closet, and told me I was going to go back into the cage, messy with lube all over my ass. She put the 6 rubber cuffs on me, bound my arms up, and after I crawled in, she used the strap!
Indeed the strap was tight this time. It pulls my ankles close to my elbows as I lay there on my back, arms folded up and attached to my collar. I try to sit up to relieve the strain, but I get tired quickly. My legs get tired too, and relaxing them only makes it pull harder on my arms. It's truly a very unpleasant bondage.
Turns out, she hadn't buckled those rubber wrist cuffs as tightly. They were one notch looser than usual, which is normally tight to the skin, but not cutting off circulation. The rubber can stretch just a little, which normally isn't such as issue when they're tight. But one notch looser, and with the added strain pulling (actually, almost all the pulling from my legs goes onto the two cuffs on my upper arms and pulls on my shoulders... not my wrists and neck), well with some struggling, I managed to slip out of the cuffs. Once my wrists were no longer secured to the two sides of my collar, holding my arms crossed over each others, I could straighten my arms out, and the upper arm cuffs slid easily down my arms (well, after the rubber "unsticks" from my skin). What a relief, with the pressure from my legs gone, now able to lay my legs against the front of the cage!
But I feared how pissed Arecee was going to be. What would she do? Well, the bigger, more pressing question was what should I do. Should I keep laying there, or should I call to her. I thought to myself, "she's probably on the other side of the house and might not hear me anyway". For a few minutes I debated over and over, and ultimately decided the right thing to do was to call to her. If she didn't hear, well, I should still try. So I called out her name, and much to my surprise, she heard and came to the closet right away.
Turns out, she wasn't mad. She knew the cuffs weren't at their usual setting. She did say I'd get another chance another time. and she'd make sure to put the cuffs on securely for me. But she had been planning to let me out soon anyway, and wanted to go out for dinner.
So I got cleaned up. Still had some red lines from the cuffs on my upper arms (where the strain of my folded legs does most of the pulling), and some lines on face from the gag. They were fading. Arecee said they weren't so noticeable, and we were going out for dinner anyway. I put on a shirt with longer sleeves, and tried not to think about whether anyone would notice the remaining bit of redness near my mouth. Dinner out was really nice, by the way.
We got home, and she told me I was to spend the night in the cage. But no bondage on me, just laying naked in the cage all night. Turns out, this was the first of 3 nights in a row, plus another after that on Thursday, and she'd locked me in the Friday before also. She said again today I'm going to be going back in the cage quite a bit more....
Whew, at least got last Sunday written! More cage nights during the week, an evening of serving while gagged on Thursday (really, really want to write about that in detail)... and playing with friends last night. So much play, always behind on writing entries for this journal. Oh well. Will write more soon.