 For the
past year, we've crossed paths with an amazing amount of products,
people, websites, and events. Buzzed by all manner of vibrators,
ingested with supplements promising size and stamina, and visually
delighted (and disgusted) by every manner of adult video one could
imagine, we figured there weren't many mountains left to climb.
The Eroscillator and Liberator put Eddy at the summit of Mt.
Everest, Freddy's been happily doubling the sexual average for men
in his age group, and the website has now grown into an actual
business of constant possibilities. What more could there possibly
be out there sexually? Swinging just isn't our thing at this point
of our lives, so we were a bit out of ideas. Until...
The e-mail from
Juliette (at
JT's Stockroom) came through asking if we'd be interested in
trying some B-D-S-M. Now, we're no prudes, but one simply can't
escape the vision of Bruce Willis and Ving Rhames tied to chairs
in the movie, "Pulp Fiction," and we were understandably
apprehensive about a world of leather, chains, whips, and
dungeons. Having fancied ourselves a bit shy and conservative (no,
really) when it comes to sexual fantasy, it took several more
e-mails from Juliette to assuage some of our fears and convince us
to try some "mild" situations involving bondage. We passed on
"Bend Over Boyfriend (don't ask)," but gave the go-ahead to pick
out some items for our first foray. A day later, she sent a
beginners package of the necessary ingredients, which included
leather restraints, two whips, nipple clamps, a gag ball, and
videos to give us some ideas ("The Story of O" and "Dream
States"). Digging through the box actually made us blush!
Days passed and
the box sat lonely (though our little one really liked the stick
with the little leather hand on the end). We just couldn't figure
out how to start. Sure, the videos showed the actual acts, but
there was nothing to suggest how to actually get into the MOOD, to
say nothing of who would be the one on the receiving end of the
beating. A few more days passed, we decided we had procrastinated
long enough, and went for it.
Resolving the
issue of who would be the submissive was relatively easy. Freddy
is the more dominant personality in our relationship, so we
figured that it would be appropriate and fun to switch roles, with
Eddy issuing the commands to her boy-toy husband. So, cuffs in
hand, she promptly chained him to the headboard.
The first thing that one appreciates when entering this realm of
sexuality is the necessary levels of trust inherent in the act.
After all, the one tied up is at the complete mercy of their
'captor' and must have complete faith that their partner will stay
within the boundaries of appropriateness. This especially applies
when the man is in the dominant role, as it seems possible one
could go too far and the play could turn serious, resulting in
real injury (and not just physically). Freddy's trust of Eddy,
however, is such that the chance to have Eddy emerge from her
normally docile nature was worth the risk to his exposed
testicles.
After accepting
the binds and being blind folded, Eddy teased Freddy until he was
literally shaking and begging for her to apply pain. In a strange
way, the pain of having one's nipples squeezed by nipple clamps
can actually substitute for pleasure, whereby the two sensations
become almost indistinguishable. On the one hand, the mere breath
of Eddy was enough to drive Freddy crazy, while on the other,
moderate slaps with the whip felt as good, if not better than the
oral sex she repeatedly visited upon him during the course of the
evening. The gag ball wasn't so bad, either, and is soft and quite
comfortable in all but the smallest mouths. Finally, after about
90 minutes of play, even Eddy had had enough and had to abandon
the fantasy to finish things off together with Freddy, resulting
in some of the best sex we've yet to experience.
Afterward, we
discussed the episode and what, if anything, we would pursue next.
Catalog in hand, the leather outfits have been chosen and ordered.
To be
continued... |
