A Month of Playing, Just Arecee & me

Oct 31, 2006 18:19

Over the past month or so, Ar and I have played at home numerous times. Just the 2 of us. Seems like we haven't played with anyone else in quite a while... not since that intense caning with Kay.

As you can tell, I've not been so motivated to keep this journal up, and I really fell behind. Sometimes I'll make a quick note to later write about a fun play, other times I don't. So I'll almost certainly lose some of them, but here's a round up of all the times I've made a note in the last month. Unlike parties where it's easy to figure out after the fact when it was, these don't have dates noted. Sorry, but this is the best I can do now. Hopefully this will finally get me caught up.



Several days had gone by without an play, and Ar decided to tie me up for a while in the evening before we went to sleep. She just put the cuffs on me and left me on the bed for a couple hours. Not a big intense scene, but a nice little taste. Maybe she sense I really needed a little something? She so good to me like that. Maybe we both needed a little something?

The next morning, she hog tied me when she got up. She does this sometimes, and then leaves me bound so tightly on the bed as she showers, gets on the computer, gets ready for work and does other misc stuff around the house. Of course, she lets me go before leaving the house.

On a weekend, and I believe it was probably the weekend after the party where Ar and Kay caned me so hard, we did quite a lot of play all weekend long, staying home most of the weekend.

On Friday night, we stayed home. She fucked me with her big purple strapon. We lay together a short time, and then she decided to lock me in the cage. She didn't even let me get up to clean off... she just took me right to the cage and made me get in. At least the tiny pillow was still in there. It was getting late and I wondered if she'd leave me in all night. Turns out, she let me out just before time to go to bed. I was in there only about 1.5 hours.

Saturday we did vanilla stuff during the day. She decided more cage time was in order, and this time she put all those rubber cuffs on me. The rubber collar, and 6 cuffs on my upper arms, my wrists, and my ankles. She had me crawl in, which is always very awkward with my arms crossed in front and attached to that collar. Then she left, cage door still open, and returned with the evil strap. She used it the usual way, pulling my ankles towards my elbows. Total time in the cage was about 4 hours. Believe me, that's forever with that damn strap, sort of like a front-side hog tie, all cramped up inside that cage.

Sunday had even more kinky fun, this time together rather than a locked-away-in-the-cage theme. She bound my arms and put clips on my nipples. Then she did breath play, holding my hands over my mouth and nose, and also doing some smothering. It wasn't long until this led to sex, with random times her keeping me from breathing.

Ok, I'm trying to do this quickly, but I need to stop for just a moment to say how incredibly hot our breath play times are! Especially when she's bound my arms, she can get on top of me and truly suppress my struggling as I get really desparate for a breath of air. It's so how, to surrender so much, let her have me so fully. There's so much passion, feeling her hold me still, feeling her arms pressing down so hard on my face, her body on top of mine, pressing me still, keeping my squirming and wiggling in check. It's so very hot.

She'd hog tied me one morning, and it wasn't long after that she did it again. This second time, she came to me shortly after getting out of the shower. She unlocked the strap between my ankles and the bicep binder toy, and she pulled it a LOT tighter. She locked it again, and went about doing her morning routine without saying a word to me. I must have gasped or moaned or something, but there wasn't really any verbal communication. It's entirely withing her power to pull me tighter. She doesn't usually, but this time she did. In that moment, there's a brief relaxing of the strap, as it loosens rolling through the buckle. She may release me, may tighten, I just don't know.

It's quite a moment of helplessness when she pulls it so much tighter. I'm truly at her mercy, which is this case is pretty merciless. If I said something, maybe she'd take pity on me, or maybe just make a jest and ignore me (seems most likely), or maybe make it even worse. I'm already so utterly bound, with the leather cuffs and straps binding my arms crossed behind my back, my ankles attached together, my body already tired and sore, and that strap already in place. There's nothing I can do. In just a few moments, she's secured the strap on its buckle and she's snapping the lock back through it. Even if I could wiggle a finger or two over to it, which may have been possible before getting contorted as far as my already stretched back and legs will go, she locks everything. I'm stuck, completely helpless.

The hog tie, especially so tight, really is pretty hard on my body. After she releases me, it takes a while to recover back to my natural position. I'm not naturally very flexible. Maybe I should stretch more? But what stretching can prepare my back for hog tie? Maybe someone who knows will comment? Anyway, it takes a while. She holds the strap, slowly letting my legs down. Near the end, when they're almost fully back down on the bed is the touchy part. That's where I readjust my lower back into its normal position. It takes a little while. Not such much painful as it could really hurt if I moved suddenly. I'm glad we can do hog tie pretty intensely, though sometimes I wonder if I should do more to prepare for it?

Well, back to other play... a while back we did a really fun spanking one evening. We hadn't played for several days and both needed it. As a lot of our play goes, she tied my ankles down with the ankle binder and a chain to the bottom of the bed, and bound my arms behind me using the shoulder to wrist restraint. Other than the basic cuffs, those have to be some of our most-used toys! I'd recently burned a disc with very fast techno music, and she spanked away to it. It wasn't long until she was swatting quite hard, very fast, fast, fast, fast. My ass hadn't been spanked in weeks and I was a bit tender. She let me have it, getting me really worked up. Sex followed not long after the spanking!

About a week ago, I'd planned to go to a party. Turns out, I got a little distracted doing stuff around the house, and Ar wasn't interested in going. We stayed home. She slept a bit and woke again, and it was late, about 1:30 am. She decided to put me in the sleepsack for the night. What a surprise! She'd talked about getting back into doing all night bondage before and while we were at Burning Man, but it didn't work out that way. She really does like having me in the bed, next to her at night.

The sleepsack feels pretty damn amazing. Yes, I've been inside it many times before, but still, feeling that strong rubber stretching and pressing on my skin, all over my body, holding my arms pinned so tightly in those internal sleeves, keeping me held and bound so securely... it's just an incredible feeling. It'd been quite a while since she's put me inside it, and I'd forgotten how intense it feels, especially as she pulls that zipper all the way up from my ankles, pasts my legs, over my chest and right up to my neck. As she pulls up, the rubber stretches a bit, hugging me quite tightly. It's cold at first but quickly warms up. The rubber sticks to my skin so very tightly, making even little movements inside almost impossible. But even then, there's nowhere to move inside there. My arms are down in those internal pockets, so I can't move them up or down and they lay flat against my sides, held tightly in that exact place all night. She buttons up the snaps on the collar around my neck at the top of the sack. I wonder, perhaps fear and quietly but excitedly anticipate if she's going to gag me too (as she sometimes does) or put my leather collar over the rubber one to hold it tight, or maybe so something else cruel and unexpected. This time she didn't, and in a few moments she was in bed next to me, under the covers, and she turned out the light on her nightstand.

The sleepsack is pretty easy to take at first. It's a pretty neutral position, not terribly stressful. But it's really not possible to move, other than bending my legs a bit or shifting my feet back and forth inside the foot area on the bottom. But that's not the really difficult part.

Arecee doesn't allow any fidgeting. Or at least not any that would disturb her, and even just a little is enough to wake her up. She never punishes me, though she certainly could if she wanted. Instead, she'll just be pissed and won't trust me to take this bondage again for quite a while. Sometimes that means she'll do something else to me, but usually it means she just won't want to play at all. She knows I can do it, so if I don't, she gets pretty disappointed, in that quiet, disappoving not wanting to do anything with me kind of way.

I really, really want to be good and take it without wiggling or fidgeting or making distressed sounds. Then again, after a couple hours, I so desperately want to move. Even just little movements, which are all that are possible, give a tiny little, rather short lived relief. Probably the most notable is shifting my feet. That foot pouch on the bottom, just below where the zipper beings, is just large enough to hold one foot quite nicely. But both feet have to cram in there... easy for the first one and a difficult operation to shove the second one it, after I'm laying on the bed, arms already into the sleeves. The rubber stretches quite a lot, and it presses firm on my feet. The hard part is it presses my feet together. I tend to tip one foot up and the other down, but still, the boney parts of my feet get sore, pressing hard against each other for so long. So I slowly shift them the other way, so the one that's been tipping up goes downward, and vise versa. It's a relief from the aching, as they now pressing together differently. But after all night, they've been positioned both ways several times, so the relief becomes less and less, and the time until they are aching again gets shorter and shorter. But shifting my feet is risky. Sometimes she stirs, and it might wake her. I try to wait, holding off as long as I can. Trying to move slowly isn't very fruitful... the pressing of the stretched rubber exerts quite a bit of force and once one foot passes the other, it's not really possible to do it very slowly and gracefully.

Ok, this is getting pretty whiney. It's not that I mean to complain a lot. Rather just imagine laying there, hour after hour, drifting off to sleep sometimes, waking up again and sometimes spending what seems like forever laying there, held and squeezed tightly with strong rubber all around. There's a LOT of time to think about these things. Drifting off to sleep is the only "escape" from it, and as the little annoying discomforts get worse, those times of managing to relax and sleep become ever more elusive.

Fortunately, this wasn't a long session. She woke up around 6 am, and welcomed me good morning. The usual rule from when she puts me in the cage applies, that I'm not to make any sounds or disturbances, until she has explicitly greeted me, even if I know she's awake. She unzipped the sack, first just a little. Then she did a little more, waited several minutes, and then more, and so on. I didn't say much, fearing she would just zip me back up again and either get up or go back to sleep. Eventually the zipper was down near my knees. Even then, the rubber grips me pretty hard and I still can't get my arms out until she peels the two halves off my upper chest and shoulders. Of course, she did and I then got out of it, went to grab a towel to wipe up some of the sweat from inside (not too bad that time), and dry my back off.

A couple nights later, she decided at the last minute to lock me in the cage all night. She was nice and gave me the little blanket, and the tiny pillow was in there, as was the plastic urinal bottle. Something very unusual happened only an hour after I'd been in. I had to safeword. Well, we don't really have a safeword, but rather her rule is any communication that wakes her is effectively a safeword and the scene is over. Why would I do this? My stomach was upset, and I really needed to go to the bathroom. Not just peeing in that little bottle. I really, REALLY didn't want to, but it suddenly got worse and worse, and I was pretty sure there would be a terrible mess. This is one of our hard limits, and even if we were ok with scat, the cage is permanently set up in our closet, right underneath where the clothes hang (boards are mounted to two sides so nothing can hang into or be accessible from the inside).

Arecee heard me, even though the closet door was closed, and she came right in. She wasn't terribly upset. I was. I really wanted to go all night. She went right back into bed, and even if I'd finished quickly in the bathroom, she was back asleep again right away, and her standing rule is any waking her means the scene is over and I'm not to disturb her sleep any more.

She hasn't locked my up all night since then. There's only been a few realistic opportunities since then, since we went out of town for a few days recently. Still, there's usually something going on in the evening that makes locking up me inconvenient or something the next morning where it's desirable I'm more well rested. Then there's also the fact she likes having me close by at night. I could go on about the challenges of doing regular all-night bondage, the little realities of life that get in the way. But really, a lot of it is really her perspective. Maybe she'll write about it sometime?

We went on a little weekend vacation very recently. We only packed a few toys, but still managed to get some fun play in the hotel room.

At one point, we went back to the room for a little nap. She had a headache. I wasn't really tired. So she put the 4 cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She attached my ankles together, and my wrists together behind my back. We didn't bring locks, so I could have escaped if I tried, but of course I didn't do any such thing.

The nap lasted about 2 hours. She was feeling a lot better, and at the end of 2 hours, laying face down the whole time with my arms behind my back, my shoulders were starting to ache. I dozed off most the time too. So 2 hours is about how long my arms can spend behind my back without pain. Maybe I could go longer in a position where I could move or wiggle my arms more. Anyway, it was interesting to see, as she rarely locks my arms behind my back for more than an hour, and usually only while we're playing rather than just laying there doing nothing.

Also in the room, she tied me spread eagle with ropes securing each limb to a corner of the bed. She looped each rope through the cuff's D-ring and tied it somehow below which I couldn't see. But I'm very happy to say that however she tied the ropes, they held firm and didn't slip. Such a little thing, but often ropes do slip, and it feels really great when they're solid and aren't going to come loose. She started by putting several of those evil little clips on my balls (scrotum skin actually), and on my nipples and ears. They're those tiny hair clips. They don't hurt much at first, but the little plastic ends start digging into the skin and they get more and more painful.

It wasn't long until I was begging to have them off. Well, trying to beg. I'd packed a couple of the gags, knowing we'd be in a hotel room, and she'd put it on me before starting anything. It got more and more painful. She went to start taking them off, then suddenly stopped and announced I could do 2 more minutes for her. She looked over at the clock, which I couldn't see. It sure seemed like a long 2 minutes at the time, and then she took them off. She played with more around my nipples. She got the little rubber flogger... it's a tiny one about 10-12 inches long, and started smacking my skin around where the clips were. Some strokes were painful, but the clips were hurting more. Then after the clips were off, she went to work on my chest, striking my nipples quite a bit. She said the 2 minutes was because, even with the gag, I wouldn't be quiet enough to avoid disturbing the people in the next room. She said it'd be 10 minutes next time at home. I gasped, and she said definitely no less than 7 minutes. Yikes. Yes, I know that's not very long, but those evil little things really dig in hard! Anyway, more playful whacking away on my chest, sides and nipples eventually led to sex.

One more thing... we stopped by a sex toy store at the end of this little trip. She got me a new collar with wrist cuffs attached to it. It holds my wrists right on my neck, not a little bit away due to D-rings and locks and such. It makes me bend my arms tight and keep them right in front of my face. She mentioned making me wear it all night, maybe while inside the cage. But not yet. We've only been back a short while, and again more stuff going on that makes it difficult to start doing all-night bondage... the details of the challenges starting and maintaining a program of consistent all-night bondage being a topic for another day, and maybe one Arecee might write?

Whew, finally caught up! Laptop on the plane gave me most of the writing time to finally get this done.

With any luck, there'll be more to write up soon.

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