Psychic Orgasm II
• BDSM Happenings
The other day we were messing around with straps and handcuffs. I had him blindfolded but was pretty much heading toward a dead end so I told him we were going to set the bed bondage system up, right now, and uncuff/tie/taped him.
We’ve had some good experiences with the bed bondage system before. It’s a quick and easy way to get him tied to the bed in a way he can move around a bit but not get away from. Quick and easy is good. It means when I get these impulses I can get straight to riding them.
My straddling him and aggressive kissing, sucking and biting at his face and neck has made him hard so I put the MCD on his cock. That’s basically a short plastic strip with mucho spikey bits all over it (they are really really sharp). It fits quite tightly but it comes into it’s own when you squeeze it, causing the spikes to dig into his shaft from all directions.
Words somewhat fail me in trying to capture the next 40 minutes. We were both plugged into the sadomasochistic mainframe, charged with pervon particles and lost in the moment. With the knowledge that the situation was snowballing by it’s-self I began biting and kissing harder, squeezing the spikes into his cock in unison with my biting and kissing his face.
I’ve never bitten him this hard. First I feel my teeth sink into a fold of his skin. I close my jaw slowly, feeling the approach of the end of his comfort zone with relish. As I cross over that line and he begins to squirm and moan, I realize I’m squeezing hard on the spikey cock collar whilst stroking the back of his neck gently with my other hand. He suffers into my caress sweetly.
At this point he’s talking softly but urgently, “Kiss me, hurt me…” and the rest is a blur. After a while I remember slapping him several times harder than I usually do, completely out of the blue, and everything I did to him just pushed him further into the trance. I slapped his cock and balls and they kept getting harder and harder…
We felt connected on that psychic level almost totally. I felt like a vampire draining his life-force for my own strength and pleasure (I know, it’s corny, but you try writing about this stuff without resorting to a cliche…)
After some kind of peak that is sadly a blur but only involved my hands, head, body, the MCD, and pet tied to the bed on his back, we slumped together blissfully.
We then gained our breath and composure… I put clothespins on his nipples and hugged him for a while. He was coming down off an endorphin rush so I made this an aftercare phase, my body language becoming maternal instead of predatory - though it must have hurt when our chests rubbed together and twisted the clothespins as they gripped his nipples.
As an offering of gratitude towards me he asked if I’d like to cane his butt (in that breathless, submissive voice he has at special moments), and naturally I appreciated this offer and took it up, and soon he was leaning over the couch, butt exposed to me, and I worked him with the fibreglass cane. I learned a lot about that particular cane that night.