Virgin Panic?
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Posted:Mar 18, 2008 10:24 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2012 6:48 pm 23297 Views
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At what point is it too late to back out? From a group discussion, the subject of a sub backing out at the very moment of truth raised the question. Someone who begged for the experience, agreed to all terms, allowed himself to be bound and prepared, then spilled out the safe word right at the moment of when it was going to happen, ending it all for both parties at the doorstep of the adventure.
You've never fully submitted before, never felt the sting of a whip when you couldn't stop it, never felt a well lubed strap-on rub against the opening of your ass while exposed, bound and helpless. A true virgin to the experience (sub, strap-on, BDSM or whatever kink). Sure, you've experimented with objects, self bondage, self inflicted pain/torture and so on. Think you are ready for just about anything. But you have never turned yourself totally over to the hands of another, putting yourself at another's whims, putting all trust on another human. Never went 'all the way'. You dream of it, fantasize about it, crave it, lead people on that you want it, but really have no idea what it really is and how it will all turn out. And you really have no idea how you will react when the 'rubber hits the road' or the rectum.
So, at what point is it too late and you are bound to complete the deal? Once you agree to meet someone after all the arrangements and understandings are made? Once you agree to go back to their place? Once you've taken off your clothes and put your wrists behind your back? When do you feel like you have to put all reservations aside and just let it go as it has passed the point where stopping due to just uncertainty or fear is no longer an option? At or beyond the point that would result in being an unfair 'tease'? When are you committed to take it to it's end?
Considering the subject suddenly turns the tables a bit and makes me realize where some of the girls were coming from in younger days. A virgin, acting smart, talking smart, but incredibly naive and possibly somewhat scared at the actual deed. The tables have turned, now your the one pursued and expected to 'give it up'.
I would like to hear opinions on this.
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Instructions
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Posted:Feb 24, 2008 9:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2008 9:09 pm 18713 Views
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Briefcase in hand, I go to unlock my door. It’s been a long day at work, and I’m thankful to put it all behind and relax. The key is just entering the lock when an envelope taped to the door catches my eye. I stop short of opening the door, reach for the envelope and open it. Inside is a scented letter simply stating, “When you reach the bottom of the stairs, take off all of your clothes and go into the bathroom for further instructions.”
The day’s problems are instantly forgotten. I fumble to get the door opened, then close it behind me and make my way down the stairs in weak knees. My mind races with the possibilities of what may be in store. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I set down my briefcase and remove my clothes as instructed. I can here someone moving in the spare bedroom, but no one calls out. With a hard-on pointing the way, I head into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
On the counter there are four small boxes numbered 1 through 4, left to right in a neat row. I take the cover off of #1 and read the note inside. “Clean yourself out twice and do it well,” it states, with ‘well’ underlined and bolded. Inside the box is a personal enema kit and a small bottle of liquid soap. I mix the first batch with warm water, rub a bit of the soap on the business end for good measure and lie on the floor to make it easier. After pushing the tube into my ass, a couple of squeezes and I feel a warm, full sensation. After waiting a bit, I get up and empty myself. A bit of clean-up, and it is time to repeat the process. Making sure everything is ready to go and I don’t disappoint, I repeat it third time for good measure.
Feeling confident that box #1 has been satisfied, it’s on to #2. “This one is optional, but I recommend you lube yourself well”. Inside I find a small bottle of water based lube. Picking it up, I notice that it is cold, not to the point of freezing, but close. I can see mistress’s sly smile as she considers the clever discomfort she added to the process. As I look at the bottle the thought occurs to me that she may even have a hidden camera recording all of this for the future pleasure and entertainment of her girlfriends. But thinking of the warning, I squirt some of the lube on my fingers and start to work it in. After getting the surface lubed up, I bring my hand back up and squirt a large dollop on my fingers. Back down again, this time working two, then three fingers into my ass and getting it stretched as well as lubed for what I think is to come. The coldness of it shocks and excites at the same time. A couple of more squirts and finger fucks and I am ready. After a bit of clean-up, I can’t help but to squirt a touch more on my fingers and then rub the cold lube on my nipples for good measure.
On to box #3, whose message states, “Put the cuffs on tight.” ‘Tight’ has been underlined and bolded. I pull out four wide leather cuffs with buckle closures and heavy D-rings. Affixing one to each wrist and ankle and double checking each to make sure I can’t pull out of them, I realize that whatever is coming, I’ll have no choice in the matter. My hard on by this time is raging, and my mind is racing with the possibilities.
Box #4 is opened, and the last note is read. “Put on the ball gag. We don’t want to scare the neighbors with your cries, do we? When you are done, come into the second bedroom.”
I hurriedly put the ball gag in my mouth and tighten the strap around my head. Cuffed, gagged and lubed, I walk out of the bathroom with legs that are barely able to stand from excitement. Entering the second bedroom, I see her standing next to a modified saw , dressed in black leather and holding a mean looking leather slapper. I also notice that around each leg of the sawhorse is a thick nylon rope, and quickly make the connection on how the D-rings on the cuffs will come into play.
Standing at the door entrance for what seems like minutes, the shock of the whole scene is interrupted when I hear a soft yet slightly menacing voice. “What took you so long, my slave? Come over and stand right here.“
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The Handle or the Whip
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Posted:Feb 3, 2008 3:38 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2008 3:44 pm 16639 Views
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Bound tight to the spanking bench, barely able to move, I hear her slowly circling me, taking in my predicament. On knees and elbows, nude, exposed and totally at her mercy, my mind races with thoughts of what she might be up to. My wrists, ankles, arms, legs and even torso with straps over my back are fully bound tight to the bench, making it impossible to move any part of me more than an inch. Along with it, the gag won't let me scream out for help even if the sounds could penetrate the walls of Mistresses playroom. Whatever Mistress decides to dish out, I’ll have no choice but to endure it. The trembling in my knees is only matched by the flip flops that my stomach does as I await her action. As she slowly walks around, brushing her nails over my back and ass along the way, I catch her out of the corner of my eye. She is casually swinging a mean looking Cat O’ Nines flogger, which scares me enough, but I can’t but notice the large penis handle with a mean looking head. My stomach flops as I consider that the business end of this thing may be coming my way, ready or not!
“We are going to play a little game,” she softly and teasingly says. “I call it the handle or the whip. Since you can’t answer out loud, I’ll ask you if you want one, and you can nod your head accordingly. Are you ready?”
“Urmmmph,” I answer through the gag. I can’t take my eyes off of that handle as she slowly swings the whip. I’m glad I took advantage of the offer to lube when offered, but still that thing looks like it will split me good. Especially if Mistress decides that I have it coming and deserve it hard, which she has been prone to do lately.
“Are you ready slave,” she coos, holding my chin up as she runs the handle closely past my face. “The handle or the whip. So, do you want the handle?”
I nod my head no, thinking there is no way I can take that thing.
“OK then, the whip it is,” she proclaims, and then proceeds to whip my exposed back and ass ten times. Each one is a bit harder and stings a bit more. It’s almost reaches the unbearable point when she finally reaches ten, and then she stops and slowly circles around again. She is holding the Cat O’ Nines so I can’t help but look at it. Slowly and softly she purrs, “Slave, do you want the handle?”
I nod my head no, and once again hear her say, “OK, it’s the whip then!”
This time the ten strikes start much harder, and by the end I am fighting my bonds and starting to perspire as the pain sears my ass and back. She again stops after ten and allows me to catch my breath. Hand under chin to hold my head up, with the whip so close to my face I can smell the leather, I hear, “Slave, do you want the handle?”
No again, and this time the blows have me nearly screaming through the gag. Twenty times, or at least it seemed like twenty as they start to blend together as I strain and fight to get away from the pain in an act of desperation and total futility. My ass is burning like it will never stop as she circles again, slowly letting me recover. I can tell that she is getting impatient with me, and fear what may come if I continue to fight my total submission. Again she says, slowly but a bit more eve toned, “Slave, do you want the handle?”
I tremble a bit as my mind overloads with the dilemma. Sweating and stinging, I can’t take any more of that damn whip. I nod my head yes, and notice that Mistress gets a pleased look on her face. “Good choice slave, as you know what is coming no matter what in the end, don’t you,” she coos. Standing right in front of me, the whip handle a foot away from my wide open eyes, she pulls out some lubricant and slowly works it around the length of the handle, holding the whip where the tails meet my fate. My eyes can’t leave it as she takes her time getting it prepared.
“I hope you’re ready for this, slave,” she purrs as she starts working her way around the bench. Soon I feel something cold and hard press against my exposed ass and hear, “Get ready slave, because like it or not, here it comes …………”
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