floaty
Before DO SummerCamp a date was set up which involved providing references, time blocks, hard limits, and a paragraph about why I’d be interested in playing with this particular person. It all seemed exhaustive and annoying considering I’m not the kind of person who schedules dates even with people I *really* want. My style is much more off the cuff. For some reason I went along with it and gave my information as best I could.
Oh wow am I thankful for that.
With exceedingly minimal conversation between me and my play date we met up friday night and talked briefly about limits and what kind of play might happen. I was given the option of being beaten or being tied up and beaten. I chose tied up and beaten as I rarely get much ropey time. I stripped down into my undies and they tied me up into a sideways suspension. My head was tied up and supported by a pair of nylon tights which also killed some of my vision. (Both good and bad, good because I could zone out, bad because I couldn’t see the face of my play partner) I was gently rotated and beaten all over. Punched, caned, grabbed, suffocated… Any part of me that was exposed was hit. It was wonderful. For some reason when I process pain, I laugh. So I was giggling hysterically, which I think threw my partner through a loop. At first they couldn’t tell if I was crying or laughing and they had to ask.
At some points they put their hand over my mouth and nose blocking my breathing. I think a bit of this was brought on by the fact that we had both been in an edge play class that did a lot of breath play. I’d try to calm myself as best as possible, but eventually you need to breathe. My body would take over and my diaphragm would convulse, and eventually I’d get desperate enough to squirm. No one has ever pushed my breathing that far. Most people let up way early. It was exciting. I also got pretty floaty. I’m not a sub-space person but I do get adrenaline and a long building up session of pain will give me a stable floaty feeling. I got to ride that out until after midnight snack when I crashed.
Coming down was an interesting pain. When the ropes went slack and my body picked up weight. It reminded me of coming down after a hook suspension. Oddly painful to come back to earth. I knew my play partner was not form a group that was big on aftercare, and I’m honestly not used to aftercare myself so that worked for me. I did offer assistance with anything and asked if they needed anything. They said they’d just like company as they cleaned up and I was happy to oblige. It was nice to have some conversation after.
I’ve got some fantastic bruises now and a pretty decent crush.
dirty talk thought process tmi: bdsm dirty talk rope suspension
by ammre
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tesfest
Quick rundown of the awesome…
Friday- Got to watch the beginnings of a REALLY FUCKING HOT scene in which Jim polished ClaireAdams’s boots, while next to them her partner DamienPierce tied up and beat on MissCalico. om nom nom. Something about those 4 together was scintillating.
Then I went over and tried to put my hand in the lovely Becci, which dind’t happen, but the attempt was fun. I gave her lots of orgasms. Then Aiden stuck his hand in me and gave me warm tinglies when he commented that he liked the whimpers I made and the flush i got.Then I got to beat up and flog Becci’s bum for a bit. That was fun. She’s cute when she runs away.
Saturday- Had a scene with Parker that involved a rope partial, an ass hook, the slight realization I could be into leather as I ran my hand down the back of his leather vest, some kissing and some punching. Then the winch set free and while it was momentarily exciting trying to land and maintain balance, it was a bummer that it ended the scene so awkwardly. Afterward we parted ways really oddly and it made me sad.
Then out in the courtyard I helped rig up MsSamber for a suspension/fisting. It was weird because i was in a fucked up headspace which made me frustrated easily, but finally she was up in a position that was comfortable enough to support the rest of the activities that was intended. I probably shouldn’t have been playing with rope like that but i was only assisting, not taking charge. Between that and getting to beat the everliving pulp out of Tiff’s ass I got over my funk. Tiff has such a cute butt and apparently she appreciates that I have a heavy hand. I blame being a hand drummer; I’m used to slapping metal, plastic, and skin.
Sunday- While in the dynamic suspension class with Cherries Jubalie and Monekyfetish as the demo-dom. Someone asked about doing a dynamic suspension with someone who isn’t quite as in shape as Cherries, and so I managed to get myself volunteered. A gunslinger, and some ankle points later, I’m up playing around in a suspension. It was so much fun. I haven’t been suspended since before my injury. It was fantastic even if it was just a show and tell class kind of thing.
Then that evening I worked my volunteer hours at Cloud 9. I felt surprisingly comfortable giving massages. It fits well into my desire to please and bring pleasure to others. Just laying my hands on their skin and feeling them and feeling what could make them release and relax… I wish I could figure out minds as well as I can figure out bodies. I think I want to learn more about giving good massages.
hung out near the wrestling mats for just a second too long after cloud 9 and I managed to take a wildly swinging heel to the shin, which turned into a GIANT painful welt in minutes. It SUCKED. I do not like unsexy-bruises. After that I met up with Doug and we played a bit in the cloud 9 room. It was mostly just sensation. A knife, his hands, a flogger and a Hitachi. The Hitachi never made it to my genitals. It did make it to my jaw, my temple, my sternum, and pressed against a hand that had a finger up my nose. I have to say it was easily one of the strangest scenes ever but it felt really comfortable. He also cut my shirt off. NOM.
Later on that night, at about 4 in the morning, I wound up lamenting my lack of sexy bruises a little too close to the hearing of a sadist. So I was whipped a little then punched and taken down. It was excelent. The grass was fucking itchy though. He managed not to leave and visible bruises aside form the marks where he wrapped the whip around my throat, which I thought was hot, but makes it tough to be around my mom. Turtlenecks are not an option in 100 degree weather. The rest of my body felt bruised as shit but there wasn’t any discoloration form his punches. While I like bruises it definitely made going home easier.
Yanno, I thought I didn’t do much at TESFest but after typing this and thinking of whether or not to add all the little things I did as well, I realized, Holy fuck, i did a lot. It dind’t feel like it because there was empty spots and dirty longings, but in the end I got to touch a LOT of people. Yay!
Some photos
Speaking of topping… I enjoy the artistic fun service side of tying someone up. Here’s some photos of the suspensions I’ve done…
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And I suspended my friend peek the other night, I don’t have pictures from the first position she was in, but then I lifted her and untied her chest and legs and popped her into the same inverted position, which I DO have a photo of.
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