“Do me a favor, please?” She says, turning to me randomly while we’re watching a show. “Of course!” I say.
“Could you please start and get my coffee ready, and Irish Coffee please, and start my bath water and come back and let me know when it’ll be ready?”
Weird way to ask, but sure. “Of course!” I get the water going, and get the bath started with a towel out and bath oils in. Weird timing, but other than that, I’m not thinking anything of it.
“Should be good to go in a few minutes…” I say, returning. I start to sit down, but she looks at me with this strange look. I stop. “What’s up?” I say.
“I’m going to need you naked with cuffs and collar on, please. Then return here.
I pause. “Now,” is all she says. And she goes back to watching the show.
Continue reading There’s a Remote Chance… →
I love a good game of chance. At least, in theory, I love a good game of chance. But it’s like impact play, really. It’s really hot to think about it. I don’t actually know why that is. But, then when the time approaches, I get very nervous and if I wasn’t careful, would excusify my way out of it happening. Then of course when it’s happening, well… instantly after, just… wow. Too many levels to unpack right this instant.
There’s just a lot wrapped up in that.
These games of chance with Charmer are similar. I love the idea. I love the thought of totally random, unplanned games that can be everything from fun to super challenging.
When she walked out that morning and put down the dice, getting her tea, I pretended I didn’t see it. There simply wasn’t any other reason to wander out first thing in the morning with a D&D die – and I was now in that nervous stage, wondering what was up.
[Charmer: Ha. I wanted you to see it and wonder…]
Maybe if I ignore it, she’ll forget? Ha!
Continue reading Games of Chance →
Snake is always a bit cautious when I bring out a die and tell him to roll it. Sunday morning I did and got back, “Why?”
Continue reading Seven →
Read Part I here.
We’re less than a few minutes into this and I can feel that it’s this accumulation thing that is going on. I can tell it’s going to get harder and harder to keep my head straight, especially with the 10s break rule. It’s not a very long time, and I can already tell you that the internal… squeeze is going to get to the point where it’s not enough time to reset.
In fact, now only about 4 minutes in, we’re at that point.
Every edge we hit, I’m struggling to get back under control before things start up again, either by your hand (which, of course, is never late) or mine. Mine requires my head and body to get their respective shit together and recover… in 10s.
Continue reading 10s Rule (Part II) →
As you might remember, we (I) had a game that started on January 11th. Nothing too complicated, but enough to jumpstart a little fun in the new year.
Continue reading Game Results →
“Could you please unlock your phone and give it to me? I need to borrow it… ”
Seems pretty odd, you have your phone in your hand literally as we speak. But I hand over my phone and look at you with that inquisitive look of “what’s up?”
You tap away a bit, then smile. “There,” you say.
“Where?” I ask. I clearly don’t understand.
You look up and grin. “I know how much you love me edging you. And I know how much I love watching you edge yourself. I also know how much you hate… performing for me. But, alas, that sounds like a YOU problem.”
Continue reading 10s Rule →
THE GAME started last Wednesday. Just a simple one to start the year. Scrabble, and who doesn’t love Scrabble?
Continue reading One Week In →
It’s time to play a game… And guess what? It’s Snake’s favorite type of game.
[Snake, squeezing eyes shut: please don’t say scrabble, please don’t say scrabble, please don’t say scrabble…]
<the voice inserts “It isn’t his favorite type. He hates it in fact.>
Continue reading Scrabble Game to Start 2023 →
It’s funny if you look at the many games Charmer has dreamed up. Funny in an odd way.
Each is a bit more evolved, of course, and the evolution usually comes at the expense of my finding a way around the rules.
Continue reading Game Evolution with Charmer →
It was the last day of Locktober and what was the perfect way to end the month of tasks?
Continue reading S is for Sweat →
Yeah, I know. TECHNICALLY it’s not a “letter” thing for the Snake Den.
It’s ok. I’ll go with it.
So, there we are, just rousting out of bed on a Saturday morning. She rolls over, then rolls over again, now on top of me.
Continue reading 1 is for 150 →
You nuzzle in, scooting up against my chest and shoulder as you settle in for the night against me. I swear, at times like this, you were a cat in a former life and I can almost hear you purring. It’s wonderful, relaxed and delicious to fall asleep this way.
Continue reading I Cancelled Your Appointments →
It seems like I should have great control over my own body. I’ve always worked to have the strength (and will) to work through whatever I can foresee happening. Of course, that’s not a perfect goal, but it IS something I actively reach for. This runs the full range, from O-control to being able to do fancy-schmancy dance moves.
But this isn’t a fancy-schmancy dance moves kinda site, ya know? So you know where I’m headed…
Continue reading Bodies are Weird. A Different Story of Betrayal – Body Betrayal. →
This… thing that we do. It all started with just goofing off with kink. It quickly progressed to so many things, so much experimenting, and so much learning. I felt a little like I’d been a slacker all my life, just kind of learning as I go.
Kink, or whatever you want to call this thing we do, showed that you can always be learning here too. She was learning about me, me about her. One of the things that I homed in on early on was control. As in orgasm control. You don’t say “yes,” it doesn’t happen kind of control.
Continue reading Technical Sex: Control →
I’ve always wondered if being, well, turned on, was a common experience between us. It’s such a weird experience, walking down that road of going from zero to 60 on the “interest” and “oh my” scale. I’ve wondered a lot if it’s the same for you as it is for me.
Continue reading A “Uniform” Experience? →
Have you ever wondered if you could maintain something for 15 minutes if the stakes were high enough, that you weren’t used to lasting that long unrelentingly? How’s that for a question?
Well, I’ve thought about it. I mean, not unprompted, of course. The prompting comes from you…
You sit down, cozying up next to me with this grin on your face. “We’re going to give you a test today!” is how you open the challenge. “Do you have a favorite metronome speed?”
Continue reading 15 minutes. →
I look at the calendar. The lack of W’s seems to indicate yet another game loss for you. And we don’t have anything planned for the day so it seems like a perfect opportunity to give you a chance. I like you being the underdog but it might be fun to let you think I’ll make it easier this time.
Continue reading Wicked Wednesday — Underdog →
When I woke up, I felt a sharp, not altogether good feeling bite from inside my cage. It felt off a bit. I was used to pressure in the tube. Used to pinches from time to time from the PA and the “fixing” for that. Even around the various points of the cage itself. But this felt… different.
Continue reading Snake Bites, Bruises and Absentmindedness →
After the day is done, we are starting to wind down, or so I think, and you tell me it’s time to head back and get the cuffs and remove my cage. I look at you with an odd look on my face. The way you say it makes it seem like there’s an appointment or something along those lines. If there is, I’m missing it. I am, however, not complaining.
Continue reading Like a Music Recital →
This story is a response to the challenge for today’s December challenge, the final story of the challenge (though certainly not the final Fiction? posting here on the site). Here’s a link to the challenge post.
“You know, there is just one more present,” you say to me with a gleam in your eye. I’m not sure what else there could be, we’re just finishing up from a weekend of family, presents and food. So much food. So many people.
Continue reading Challenge Day 26 – Response – Story – The Day After →
Sometimes things get a little (!) funky and you decide to try something just… fun and goofy and odd. Today is one of those.
You tell me to get undressed, uncaged, and present myself…. you mumble something about “for wrapping” or something – I can’t really make it out and I sense that that’s on purpose.
Continue reading Day 5 – Challenge Story – All Wrapped Up →
It’s been awhile. A while since you’ve told me to just, essentially, lay back and relax. I have come to know and understand that that’s not REALLY what you mean. What you REALLY mean is lay back and hold on tight… because you have plans to do something, try something… or just want to play around and see what happens. I’m not sure, but I think this last one is the most challenging – because it usually means any kind of reaction that you think is interesting – if it happens, you get all over it to see how far you can push it.
Turns out, pretty far.
Tonight you are all business. As soon as I lay back, you start to toy with me, stroking, teasing, walking me down that narrow ledge. It hasn’t been that long, so I’m not really expecting to get the golden “yes,” but you’re definitely coming after me with great abandon. Usually you’ll race up to the edge, slow, or stop, then repeat that.
Continue reading A Different Type of Torture →
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.
Continue reading Ratios. And Forcing the Issue. →
There is a fire in your eyes, but it’s not that Domme fire, it’s just pure lust. Horniness at its best. I can see it, sense it, almost feel it on you as you lead me to our room.
Continue reading Be Still. →
“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.”
Continue reading The Slow Fuse →