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Tale of Two Wands and a Bush
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Tale of Two Wands and a Bush A lovely day of Escape. I was waiting upon my ride to my daytime BDSM/Swingers party when He called. My heart races every time His image notifies me of His intent to speak with me. "What would you do if I told you to spread your legs for me right now so that I could eat you?" In shame I looked at my pussy. He prefers a clean shave on those lovely lips. There was zero possibility of Him showing up at my party to where I could feel His scrumptious whiskers against my freshly shaved flower. I am not His. He is interested...but perfectly cautious and thorough in His pursuits. My heart was racing so fast after that conversation. Just the mere thought of what if...I had no choice. Time to shave. The daytime parties have been small, intimate party with more women than men. Over the last few weeks I have become quite appreciative of this particular dynamic as I can top for hours on end and like multiple female submissives/bottoms. Returning to my old lair, everything has its place and purpose in my adventure, even the ghosts that haunt me both literal and metaphorically. She whispers in my ear, "Welcome home." A lovely lady that remains there...when the lights twinkle, you know she is near. I lay naked in the shade in the extensive outside courtyard. Being ill recently means I forgot an outfit, my security blanket, and other items I wish I had, yet I remembered my razor. With His picture in front of me, a cup of warm water to clear the hair out of the razor, a pair of scissors to trim down and silky soap to make the sensation delectable. I reflected back to when it was His pussy and how it thrilled me every morning preparing it for Him. Hearing Him say "Mine." Shivers. That Man is so dominant that I swoon to His deep southern timbre. I orgasm repeatedly enjoying the cool morning breeze lap against the rug removed remains. I send Him a picture. Old friends wander in and old passions rekindled as the day heats up. I spend some time practicing my cock sucking skills and enjoy learning techniques with my new toy. No one desires too much of my attention as they are enjoying rediscovering and my pussy is too sensitive for use, so I spend most of the day masturbating thinking about the windows of time that He could arrive. He calls again in between our events. Sitting naked around my friends, I enjoy listening to Him ramble on about His day. Everything about Him excites me. I like how He handles Himself with integrity. He sends me a sexy picture of a perfect temptation trying to catch Him. He refuses to release His control to His desires. There are much better things He desires out of His life. He is focused, determined, unmovable. My stomach betrays me before class begins. I have yet to go a whole Tuesday without my body's cruelty. I am good at smiling through the abdominal pain. I sip on water to hide my face in the few moments my mask cracked. The class was "What are Swingers?" We gathered around the firepit and I smoke my herb. Thoroughly engaged, the attendees learn and give valuable insight from their own personal experiences. Everyone gained knowledge and enjoyed themselves immensely. Two non-members showed interest in joining our private social club and I gave them the information on how to do so. Into the restroom for the next hour. The aftermath of an episode has begun from my hospital visit Saturday. Healing hurts and it did. Although I haven't had solid foods since Saturday, there are still consequences. A hot shower brought me back to life to where I could go and join the party that was already in full swing. I am back in the habit of gathering all submissive types that wish to play with me together at the beginning of my events. Since I had been delayed, only two scrumptious ladies and one sensual ts lady wished to scene. I laid my newest bitch (she said it, I accepted it) down on a long padded table. I placed one spanking directly beside the table near where I placed the other's head. The<b> gothic </font></b>ts succubus perched on it facing me. The wonderful service submissive who has helped us for over a year completed the three sided square around me sitting statuesque on a second spanking . Prepared to thrill them all with my Neon Wand, the raven asked if I wanted to use her Violet Wand at the same time. Hmmm. I know electrical play safety enough to know I can do that as long as I don't cross the currents over the heart this is more than possible! Excited, I prepare each instrument. I put the music to Stevie Nicks playlists. Although she is full of positive female energy, I could have easily chosen Tori Amos, Loreenna McKennitt and Sarah McLochlan to set the desired mood. The lights were dimmed to amplify the beauty of the electricity. Double fisting it, I began. Slowly the wands begin to flow to the melodies. Hauntingly erotic, the sizzle and the scent of ozone filled our senses. I leapt from touching one person at a time with both wands to sparking two souls simultaneously. Trailing over all of their combined flesh, only their pussies were off limits in my head. We hadn't pre-negotiated that part and only two of the three had I played with before using this toy. I did trace around paying particular attention to the responses. Ebbing and flowing from intense to gentle their grateful moans matched. As a spring sun radiates warmth into the snow covered hills resulting in the sensuous trickles of liquid parting the earth down the mountains, so were the wands upon their supple skin. The man who gave me the toy was welcomed in. His first evening event, definitely had more BDSM flow to it. He played with the toy with the lady on the table while I spent some time thoroughly exploring the<b> gothic </font></b>raven's exquisite breasts. The sounds escaping her lips and the deep breaths she was enjoying made me orgasm repeatedly. Next to us, some tickle torture had begun on the table. The the third side/helpful slave got off her perch and came to the other side of the table opposite the man. Each began playing and sucking on her breasts causing her to squeek adorably. I handed the Violet Wand to its owner as she is a switch and we began to torture the other two submissives. The pussy eater I had eat the submissives as I electrified them last week joined in the circle. He was bottoming nicely to the comb electrifying his scalp. I moved to the midsection of the lady on the table. As she is my bitch, I took a long time stimulating her cunt. Her panties soaked thoroughly. Thrashing about, her scent filled my nostrils. Everyone was holding her down. Human bondage is HOT. True torture time began. She had been severely bruised Saturday by other (such a lovely slut), so this was the perfect way to overwhelm her in all of the right ways. It was time to take a break. I was feeling very ill so I had most people take turns rubbing pressure points that fluctuated from relieving to slightly relieving the nausea. Unfortunately, not feeling nauseous felt so good that I over did the nerve stimuli. My back hurt in two specific spots...time to try...something different. I take the pussy licker back to the scene space and lay on the table. I had him use my wand on those two points. Each person's flesh responses differently to the sensation. Mine feels like a rapid tattoo needle continuously piercing the epidermis upon connection. It confuses my nerves to where the pain subsides, though I know bruising will form. As a reward, as well as a gift to myself I take him to another room to a demon I need to exercise. For two years I have avoided this station. I cannot see it without hearing my name echoing from his voice. Hundreds, if not thousands of times, I secured my beloved ex to that chair. It was the first place he begged my name repeatedly as I edged him for long periods of time stroking his cock. He broke the thigh straps years ago, yet the leather has since been repaired. The lights twinkle. Many years ago, before she died, in the basement, we did old fashioned magic together. I could not break the chains that bound me to one who was undeserving so she sutured my heart chakra putting me into a state of shock (actual needles put my into shock instantly, a bi-product of getting many stitches on my ass cheek directly following my birth). Doing what pagans do, she cut open the sutures at the end of the ritual and that asshole held no control over me from that point forward. It would make sense that she would join me here as I took back control of my emotions now that my heart has healed from a very different type of breakup. I sat in the chair like a Queen on her throne, yet this was no ordinary throne. Instead of a "seat" imagine a V stemming from the back 1" x 4" wooden plank to spread one's legs and allow access to what lies below. There is NO easy way to put your head under this throne as there it sits on a 5" platform. I did not allow him to strap my calves nor thighs. I bound myself into the waist strap so I would not fall in the hole. I used the cross portion of the back which has beautiful metal rings to bind to hold myself up as well. He went to town eating my pussy. I looked across at the actual black leather throne that sat across from me. I thought about the Man with the whiskers. I rarely orgasm without thinking about Him since He first dialed my number again mid-June. The pussy licker receives the squirting my body produces as I fantasize about the Man's whiskers and how they must feel. I then think about how handsome He would look in that purple room that appears visually as blue due to the lighting sitting there in that throne watching me. I picture His typical poker face gazing at me intently. I neither see approval nor displeasure in His eyes. I see an increase in His hunger. My mind becomes wicked. As He watches me in my mind's eye, the flesh beneath my feet starts to stir as I squirt looking at Him, my eyes lowered, but still seeing Him. Is that allowed? Back when He talked about lowering one's eyes, did He mean no eye contact or simply lowering while looking? If I ever need to know in person, He will command. He is immutable which allows me to be a peaceful solid reflection therein. My feet ensnare the pussy eaters cock. I know his profile, he likes cbt. Up and down to keep my feet parallel his cock rolls in my feet. I release the stomach strap, the pressure is too great at this angle. I close my eyes as I drift into the sensations that are present. The sucking and gnawing keeps my pussy cumming. I am satiated for now, Elvis has left the building. Outside, we discover that the only two left other than staff are the two that were locked in the room beside us which echoed my orgasmic bliss. As the pussy eater lives in Orange County, we all did a walk through to clean and shut up all other spaces. With thirty minutes left, I had the pussy eater take me home. Unfortunately there were no other ways to distract my body as the pain I had been repressing overwhelmed me to tears. He dropped me off as I ran upstairs as if I was Cinderella and the clock had already clanged 11 out of 12 strikes. Into the tub I went. Pressure did the trick and within ten minutes I was human again. Laying in my bed I reflected upon the wonders and excitements of the day. My mind returned to when He had called. I was laying in the exact same spot. I thought about what it would have been like if He would have magically appeared before me. He knows what He does to me when He puts those images in my head. I masturbated thoroughly until my juices soaked the bed. I gladly enjoyed the wet spot as I drifted away into serene slumber with His praise and gratitude on my lips. |
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