The pain rushes in and it forces my arms to lift my body off the ground, my feet tied wide and barely touching the floor.

She wants to hear me growl and I know I’m almost there. It’s not something I can just turn on though, it’s a place she needs to take me to. Playing in public makes it harder and easier to go there. Harder because I know others are watching but easier because I know the neighbors won’t hear. It’s a wash really and it doesn’t matter because I don’t have a choice.

Again and again she hits me and I’m at the point where time stops and all there is is pain My head feels warm and I don’t think this pain will ever stop and I’m not sure if I want it do.

There’s nothing for me to think about when she takes me here, my brain stops thinking of five thousand things at once like it usually does, it stops thinking entirely and I just exist.

For a moment she’s gone and changes implements. It gives me time to catch my breath. I wonder if anyone is watching us and I catch a glimpse of a guy out of my left eye, I turn my head away from him and she continues.

For a brief moment she stops everything to kiss me. It’s such a dramatic change from the passion of the pain to something more physically carnal. Then she goes back to beating me. I can feel a tear welling up. It’s not the pain but the dramatic change between the kiss and the pain and back to a kiss again. I don’t know how to process it and I can feel myself whimper.

I’m close to breaking completely and she stops. She strokes my back and it burns. She lets me down and I fall to the floor on my knees in front of her. She stands and holds my head close to her. I feel the warmth of her legs and I love her so much.

Suspended, Fucked and Kissed

The spreader bar held my ankles, my wrists were attached to the center of the bar and I was slowly pulled up off the floor and into the air.

hmmm hard to describe actually.   Here, I found an image that seems to resemble the position at least somewhat:


I had always wondered if I could be put in this position comfortably.  It seemed like the ultimate erotic position, every inch stretched, exposed and vulnerable.

I had mentiond my desire to be put in this position once long ago but was told I was probably too tall for it to be comfortable, I was also told that most men weren’t flexible enough to pull it off.   Finally though I was in a situation where I could try it.

I was nervous at first but eventually that feeling faded away.   Sade spun me around a few times and it hit me how this was probably the most helpless position possible.   In most forms of bondage I can at least squirm or shake but not in this one, there was nothing for me to squirm or move against.

It all happened so fast and I was so completley lost in her that I barely remember the details.   I remember the rope around my balls.  I remember the only pain I could feel was the pain in my thumbs.  Maybe the wrist cuffs were designed for smaller hands, most of my weight was pressing against the backs of my thumbs but even that pain wasn’t nearly enough for me to want to stop.

I remember her hands scratching my ass and the backs of my thighs.  She slid into me.  First she used the rope around my balls to pull me back and forth onto her but eventually she just grabbed all of me.  At one point she did what I had wanted to do for so long but coulnd’t because of my position and she kissed me with the same passion I was feeling for her.

I didn’t want it to end but eventually it did. We weren’t playing in our usual dynamic due to others around us and the pain in my thumbs was becoming too much.

Soon though….

I’ve been looking for some good suspsnsion wrist cuffs.  If only there was a way to get a decent suspension unit in our apartment.