Stapling, all-night bondage, CBT & whipping
More play over the last few weeks, including 2 nights in the cage, last night locked in the sleepsack. Somehow I haven't felt so inspired to write lately, so this entry is mostly to share with you a picture of another stapling scene by Mistress Abrasion at the Vendor Fair party on Nov 18th.
This time she used insulated wire and the staples into my skin aren't touching the electricity. My skin still didn't react so well, as you can see from the redness around each staple. So we're thinking I may be allergic to the material. Some of them left marks, which are gradually healing. Looks like we won't be doing more of this play. Or at least Ar isn't going to let me do more, but I'm sure she'll find other willings willing to be her canvas!
Also, I should say we did sneak away from the party for a few minutes to take a few quick pictures. Cameras aren't allowed at those big, semi-public events. This pic was taken in dim lighting. In the darker areas of the party, I'm told the lights on my back seemed really bight. There was also a glowing heart pendant hanging from my neck on the front side. Of course, she put all this on me without letting me see the result until after she'd taken me about the whole party... which I'm told was attended by a little over 200 people.
On playing at home, Ar decided to lock me in the cage for 2 nights. She'd said it was the beginning of many, but it turned out to be only 2. Both nights she gave me only the little pillowcase, not the blanket or little pillow (similar in size to the ones they have on airplanes). It's enough to cover about half of my chest, which doesn't keep me warm but even a tiny bit helps when I'm laying there all night in the not-so-warm closet locked naked inside an otherwise empty cage. The first night wasn't so bad, but the second night the house was a few degrees cooler and I really, really felt it.
As far as all-night bondage is concerned, the only other time recently was just last night. She locked me in the sleepsack. She'd also put me in the cage for a couple hours earlier in the evening, with all the bondage gear and the horrible strap! I was quite a mess by the time she let me out after a couple hours. I think it was a punishment, but she didn't really say so it's not very clear. Anyway, then short after she was going to put me back in the cage, naked without bondage for the night, but she gave me the option to choose the sleepsack (which she'd talked of in the morning). It's been quite a while since I've spent so long a session in that rubber sack and by 2:30 I was in some distress. Mostly just heavy, strained breathing. I don't think I actually said anything or fidgeted much, but she could tell. She let me out, and I got up and made a little dinner (hadn't eaten anything in the evening between the cage/bondage, spending time together and then getting locked in the sleepsack.
We've played a number of times in the last couple weeks, but I haven't felt inspired to write. Not sure why. Before I would at least make a note in the word processor file and later "fill it in", but lately I haven't even been making notes to write later. So I don't even have a fairly complete list of things I ought to write of, as I usually do.
There was one particularly hot scene not long ago where she had my hands tied up to the ceiling. Well, using suspension cuffs and a chain. She'd had me stand on my toes while hooking the D-rings to the chain, and even with the leather straining a little, I still couldn't put my feet flat on the floor the whole time. She had put a metal ball weight ring on earlier, and now she attached a chain and a few locks. It got heavier and heavier. Probably only a few pounds... not nearly the incredible feats I've seen a few people take hanging from their balls, but it sure seemed like a lot to me. Then she flogged and whipped my back a while. Not really long or really hard, but what a feeling. Even little motions would make the chain with locks dangling swing, pulling back and forth on my poor balls and the whip made little bites on my back. Intense indeed.
Well, that's all for now. There's so much more, but I'm just not inspired to write so much like I used to. Maybe... probably I'll get into writing again. Maybe.
This time she used insulated wire and the staples into my skin aren't touching the electricity. My skin still didn't react so well, as you can see from the redness around each staple. So we're thinking I may be allergic to the material. Some of them left marks, which are gradually healing. Looks like we won't be doing more of this play. Or at least Ar isn't going to let me do more, but I'm sure she'll find other willings willing to be her canvas!
Also, I should say we did sneak away from the party for a few minutes to take a few quick pictures. Cameras aren't allowed at those big, semi-public events. This pic was taken in dim lighting. In the darker areas of the party, I'm told the lights on my back seemed really bight. There was also a glowing heart pendant hanging from my neck on the front side. Of course, she put all this on me without letting me see the result until after she'd taken me about the whole party... which I'm told was attended by a little over 200 people.
On playing at home, Ar decided to lock me in the cage for 2 nights. She'd said it was the beginning of many, but it turned out to be only 2. Both nights she gave me only the little pillowcase, not the blanket or little pillow (similar in size to the ones they have on airplanes). It's enough to cover about half of my chest, which doesn't keep me warm but even a tiny bit helps when I'm laying there all night in the not-so-warm closet locked naked inside an otherwise empty cage. The first night wasn't so bad, but the second night the house was a few degrees cooler and I really, really felt it.
As far as all-night bondage is concerned, the only other time recently was just last night. She locked me in the sleepsack. She'd also put me in the cage for a couple hours earlier in the evening, with all the bondage gear and the horrible strap! I was quite a mess by the time she let me out after a couple hours. I think it was a punishment, but she didn't really say so it's not very clear. Anyway, then short after she was going to put me back in the cage, naked without bondage for the night, but she gave me the option to choose the sleepsack (which she'd talked of in the morning). It's been quite a while since I've spent so long a session in that rubber sack and by 2:30 I was in some distress. Mostly just heavy, strained breathing. I don't think I actually said anything or fidgeted much, but she could tell. She let me out, and I got up and made a little dinner (hadn't eaten anything in the evening between the cage/bondage, spending time together and then getting locked in the sleepsack.
We've played a number of times in the last couple weeks, but I haven't felt inspired to write. Not sure why. Before I would at least make a note in the word processor file and later "fill it in", but lately I haven't even been making notes to write later. So I don't even have a fairly complete list of things I ought to write of, as I usually do.
There was one particularly hot scene not long ago where she had my hands tied up to the ceiling. Well, using suspension cuffs and a chain. She'd had me stand on my toes while hooking the D-rings to the chain, and even with the leather straining a little, I still couldn't put my feet flat on the floor the whole time. She had put a metal ball weight ring on earlier, and now she attached a chain and a few locks. It got heavier and heavier. Probably only a few pounds... not nearly the incredible feats I've seen a few people take hanging from their balls, but it sure seemed like a lot to me. Then she flogged and whipped my back a while. Not really long or really hard, but what a feeling. Even little motions would make the chain with locks dangling swing, pulling back and forth on my poor balls and the whip made little bites on my back. Intense indeed.
Well, that's all for now. There's so much more, but I'm just not inspired to write so much like I used to. Maybe... probably I'll get into writing again. Maybe.