FLR, D/s, Life and Kink
Today’s challenge was fun, but challenging. It’s hard to put inflections in and all of that that mean the same to multiple people. I can’t wait to hear the feedback. This is based on the post of the same name (and content) here.
And of course, it’s in response to Charmer’s challenge for today for the December Challenge fest.
We’ve been bumming around all day and decide that we want to head over to the neighborhood that does all of that holiday season lighting – it’s a local tradition, the majority of the houses decorate in some way. There are some that are extravagant beyond belief and others that are much more basic, but it all comes together in a great show of lights.
There are also about 1.2 million people here to see the lights. Some walking, some on horse-drawn carriages, some in small groups, large groups… the works. It’s a community gathering that lasts for weeks. But of course, here we are, trying to pull off a tryst in the middle of it all without scarring children or causing an uproar outside of the two of us anyway…
Continue reading “Challenge Day 12 – Story – Festive Lights”
Per Charmer’s request today – here’s my take on the 12 days of Christmas, with side of Chastity…
12 Orgasms for her
11 Zaps of electricity
10 Sinful Sunday pictures
9 Candles dripping
8 Points of attachment
7 Canes a caning
6 Rapid-fire edges
5 Ruined Orgasms
4 Limbs restrained
3 Bite marks
2 Nipple clamps
And a shining metal chastity cage
Today’s challenge was two-fold – I was asked to come up with the Sinful Sunday shot, but also that it push things a bit – ya know, me being shy and all that. After a couple of *REJECTED* ideas, Charmer decided this was artsy enough and pushed those blurred lines a bit.
We’ll call this one, “Always a tease.”
Continue reading “Sinful Sunday #71 – Challenge Day 10 -Boundaries”
It’s been a little while since I tossed out a challenge to Snake so it got me thinking. Which, of course, always makes him more than a little nervous. [Snake: Um, just a tad] The first inspiration was the 12 Days of Christmas, then he mentioned an Advent calendar so I threw caution to the wind and decided to just use the whole month of December. [Snake: Of course — 31 days! Yay! What could possibly go wrong??] So, here is the challenge premise….
Each day of the month, Snake will be responsible for a task. I will be posting them on here and Twitter daily so you can follow along and see what fun things I have for him. Some will be fast and others will be more involved, but all will be lots of fun for me, of course. And, if you have ideas, put them in the comments. I might use them, or not, or keep them for another time, but I always love input… [Snake: Might I suggest suggesting things like “take shower” and “put on socks” – those would be great suggestions you all could make!]
Besides the sheer joy of doing things that I want, what does Snake get out of this? Well…if he accomplishes all of his tasks, he will get two tokens for bonus O’s that can be used any time he is eligible. For someone who is at 13 for the year, I think that’s a pretty good reward. [Snake: Nervously wrings hands. Yes. Yes it is.]
If he misses any at all though, no bonuses. And if he misses more than two, he will start upping the required the ratio by 1% for every one that he misses. Just ask him….he doesn’t want that. [Snake: No, no I don’t.]
So….keep your eyes on here and Twitter for his tasks. It should be a December to remember. [Snake: Or at least, ya know, to cheer for?!]
As you lay back and pull me to you, you draw my lip into your mouth as we kiss – nipping at me, biting, kissing, releasing and pulling me back to you for more. One of my favorite things is kissing you, which seems… odd for a dude maybe, but it is, and has always been, a huge hot-button for me.
You take advantage of that so frequently. It doesn’t take much – from your tongue dancing around in my mouth, to pulling mine into yours to small bites and more substantial chomps, you know exactly how to get my attention, and I, yours.
Your neck.
It’s great to just sit, relax and take in a show or two, or catch up on that Dancing show…
Continue reading “Photo – Kicking back…nothing to see here…”
“Yes, until you tell me to stop,” you tell me slyly as you look at me with that look out of the corner of your eye. “And, of course, if I don’t feel like stopping, I won’t.”
Those words keep dancing around in my head during dinner as I’m trying to get what you’re saying. You’re talking about anything and everything BUT the upcoming session tonight. The weather. The other people around us. All of it. Every now and I hear you say under your breath with a little giggle, “oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
We were goofing around with the Wednesday picture and ended up with an impressionist type image that is pretty funky. Thought we’d share just to keep you guessing what would be next. 🙂 So, here you have it – not a fish out of water, but a Snake IN the water.
Continue reading “Something Different: An Impressionist View”
One of my favorite things is my day collar, it comes off if water is around, but that’s it. It goes really well with that other piece of metallic control as well…
“Honey, can you come in here a minute please?”
It’s all I hear from the other side of the house. I wander through, trying to figure out where you are and finally find you in the library, in your personal space, with your books and books and more books. This is where you come to escape. But when I look at you, you’re in what can only be called classic librarian mode. Sort of.
You’re there, hair up, glasses on, pencil in your mouth, facing the other way, leaned back in your most comfortable reading chair. You’re in this dreamy state that I think I recognize…
I see you across the club, having a drink, dancing with various people, just generally swaying to the music and having a great time. I, on the other hand, can’t take my eyes off you. You’re in this flirty-wispy short country-style skirt and have on boots and an incredible hat. Watching you dance, line dance and just, well, watching you is becoming hazardous. I’m pretty sure you’ve noticed me staring.
I’m doing my best to look away, to not be overly obvious. I grab some liquid courage and have a couple of drinks to take off my nervous edge, but when I look back, I can’t find you anywhere. I start to panic, thinking I’ve missed my chance. I slump into my chair and try to keep telling myself that you’ll be back. But I can’t help feeling like I totally blew it.
It’s fun to play with “less is more” – but I loved how the steel came out on this. It’s great fun to tease and Commando is fun and, well, a tad sensitive.
Snake and I have been having this long winded discussion about whether we are doing control or denial. This, of course, means that we have to actually figure out what we mean by those two words….
This all started last week when Thumper posted his May metrics. We, being the nerds that we are, also have spreadsheets and ratios and all of that. Thumper said that he was at 11 for the year so I had to check our stats. Snake is at 6.
It all starts by kissing, just kissing. It’s one of the most erotic, sensual things we can do – and every second of it is powerful. I kiss down your neck, just there at the base of your neck on your shoulder. I start with light kisses, and move to little nibbles and lingering kisses. I can tell I’ve hit some of the right spots – your breathing changes ever so slightly in just those spots…
You reach out, grabbing the back of my head, embedding your hands in my hair, then squeezing a handful to use as a lever. You’re steering me a bit now, already taking charge of where you want me. You pull me up, kissing me deeply nibbling on me as you go. Then you push me back to the other side and release just a bit, letting me wander down your neck, to your shoulder, then out a bit and back.
Long weekends seem to bring out the fun-loving spontaneous side of me. Or, as Snake likes to put it, the evil and devious side of me. [Snake: I think that depends on your perspective. “fun-loving” – I do think “devious” is more apt] Either way, it’s time for another Scrabble challenge. If you don’t remember the previous ones, here is the first challenge and here is the second one.
[Snake: I KNEW this was coming. After two wins, I even told her after the last one that I was sure that the next one was going to be on the hairy edge of impossible. She hasn’t disappointed.]
I know the Snake Den has been pretty quiet recently. There have been pics and the rare post and story, but not the usual stuff. Muggle life has been keeping us way too busy…
Work… blah, blah, blah… family… blah, blah, blah… miscellaneous nonsense… blah, blah, blah… You get the picture and it’s boring and the same for everyone so, yeah…
Dinner was wonderful. Nice restaurant, great drinks, and the food was so good. It was one of those casual “hits” where it all just comes together and makes it a relaxing, fun evening. As we are walking out, you snuggle up under my arm, nuzzling in against me.
There is this weird, wonderful disconnect that I crave with you. I can see in your eyes that the Domme side is running through you, but often, before we have play time, you have this tenderness about you, this intense tenderness that takes the world away. This is one of those times and I slow down a bit walking to the car, just to extend the time. Selfish, but really nice.
On our way home, you’re talking about friends, happenings, the week – just small talk. You scoot over closer and put your hand on my cage just completely nonchalantly. I look at you and grin and you don’t even look back to meet my gaze. You just keep the conversation going. You’re pretending it’s not happening, but within just a few seconds, that cage beneath your hands is fully-engaged and hiding what you do to me.
This last weekend (March 19th) is my one-year anniversary of getting my PA – my Prince Albert piercing. I wanted to follow up the other posts about this experience and give everyone an update. Luckily, this isn’t about kids turning 1, so no huge array of pictures to endure. 🙂
There’s a link in the top menu bar to the other PA posts if you’re interested. From just before to time since… it’s all there.
The PA has been, overall, a great thing. I don’t say “overall” to take away anything from it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Here are some interesting bits I’ve learned over the last year…
Continue reading “Prince Albert Piercing / PA – turns 1 year old”
I’m sure you know how it is. You get up, you mindlessly wander to the shower and try to jump start your engine to get the day going. The warm water, the ritual of getting presentable … it all comes together to help.
So, there I am. I’m in the shower, washing my hair. Trying to turn on my intellectual lights. As I’m scrubbing away, I suddenly hear the shower curtain pull back, you grab me by the waist and place me in the corner of the shower, out of the stream of water, suds in my hair, eyes closed.
Last night was one of our rare nights alone with no dance lessons or practice. So, of course, it was time for some teasing and play…
We had to do our photo for #boobday so that’s always a fun tease to begin the night. Snake gets to be behind the camera and take lots of shots and be a professional. No touching, just looking. And, sometimes, you know, it does take a while to get the right shot.
Handing over control is a powerful idea for a lot of guys – chastity goes hand-in-hand with this – you lock it up and hand over the keys and voila! She runs your life, makes the decisions, and things are wonderful. It’s exactly as you imagined it.
Except that’s not how it goes. The reality is you’re two people. You have to work out how you’ll work together, how she’ll make decisions and more. But most of all, she gets to run the show. On the surface, that’s the point. At a deeper level, it’s a huge change.
At the end of the week, as the work day starts to wind down, I’m working to finish up, get everyone their final bits to be done for the day. I’ve been heads-down for hours, door shut, putting together the dreaded weekend lists for everyone to finish up over the weekend.
There’s a soft knock at the door and I try to ignore it. But the knocking comes again, this time louder. I mumble something resembling “come in,” hoping that whomever is on the other side of the door will take the hint and go away. Nothing happens. I grin to myself, thinking I succeeded, then the knock again. Now I’m getting annoyed. “Come in!” is all I can get out, with an expletive or two under my breath afterward.
Charmer has shared her thoughts (here and here) about Chastity and what it’s meant. I thought I’d do the same. My perspective is a little different – same end point, but from a different angle.
Continue reading “What Chastity Has Meant to Me (Male Chastity Day 2016)”
As anyone knows who follows our blog, Male Chastity Day is every day here. I wrote recently about my thoughts and then how THE CAGE has changed our relationship. This seemed a fitting photo to celebrate both the day and us…