We had planned to go to the event a week or so beforehand, but this time she said there would be a bit of a twist.  She wanted us to wear masks the entire time and not be our usual social selves.  Between the two of us we know a decent number of people at public events so we usually spend a majority of the time socializing rather than playing.

This time was going to be different.  This time she only wanted to play.

We hopped off the subway and when we were about a block away we slipped our masks on.  Both masks covered our faces enough that it would be nearly impossible to tell who we were less you knew our eyes and lips terribly well.

A few people looked, trying to scope us out as we walked through to the back.  One close friend of ours recognized us right away but She put her finger to her lips and with a wink the friend knew that we weren’t there to visit. Maybe they recognized one of the items she was wearing– or as I suspect they might have recognized the glint in her eyes.

We found a spot next to the dance floor. Most events in New York take place in bars that have been temporarily converted to a kinky space.  You’ll see a spanking bench in the middle of a dance floor, a St Andrews cross next to the bar and other varieties of kinky equipment here and there, but, for the most part- it’s still a bar. We were there for only a few minutes when she motioned for me to climb over her knee before proceeding to give me the single longest spanking of my life.

Two relentless hours shifting rhythmically between stinging open palms and brutal paddles.  Most of the time was spent over her knee, but now and then she’d force me to wobbly feet, bracing me against the bench or the wall-whichever position of supplication currently amused her most.

It was never ending.  People milled around us was in awe, murmuring their appreciation while a few people approached to offer her fresh glasses of ice water (maybe they were worried she’d get thirsty and stop– or maybe they were hoping they could be next on the receiving end of her hand). At times it would get so intense that my knees would buckle and I’d fall to the floor.  She’d give me a few minutes to recover but it wouldn’t be long before she’d put me back in whatever position she wanted me in.

By the end I was incoherent, drooling, and raw.  She held me until I was able to stand up and limp out the door.  I checked the time and it had been over two hours since we arrived. Two long hours getting my ass beat. Only a few minutes had been spent doing anything but.

She was a machine and my ass was tender for days afterwards.

The next day a friend emailed me asking me why we didn’t go to the party.   I told her we were too busy.

Maybe we’ll bring out the masks again someday soon.

It Started Out… service.

She needed some help with a few things here and there and I was more than happy to lend a hand.

I liked her and while I considered her a friend I was also very attracted to her mentally and physically, I didn’t want to complicate things by displaying my attraction or desire to submit to her. Not long before that I received and email from someone I cared about telling me she didn’t want to see me anymore. Now was not the time for me to risk rejection or risk losing a friend.

Her email the day beforehand said I would be “The Cleaner” who’s going to come and wash away all of the shit that was left over from the last 4 weeks.” She had a list of instructions of what I should expect, things to bring and that I should eat beforehand.

The list of items was very small but I had a very difficult time finding a bell. Just a bell. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a bell? I went to craft stores, hardware stores, hell I event ran into Bed Bath and Beyond. A bell would be in the beyond part right?

No go. I’d arrive without one of the items. Not a good start.

With just minutes before I was to arrive, I walked by one of those tourist shops that you’ll find all over the city. It hit me! Seconds later I was walking out with bell in the theme of my fair city.

I picked up my pace and debated if I should buzz her door right at three or if I should wait a minute or to as to not come across as so eager.

I decided to be right on time.

I walked up her stairs a bit nervous but making sure to put myself in a mindset of thinking this as just helping a friend out, nothing more.

We greeted, I showed her everything I brought. She showed me her list of chores to do for the day and told me if she needed me she’d ring the bell and I should drop whatever I’m doing at that moment to come see what she needed. The addition of the bell made it feel a lot more like I was there to serve her needs and not just a friend helping a friend but I decided not to read too much into it.

I started in the bathroom cleaning her tub. I was bent over the side of her tub as I scrubbed and got into a bit of a zone when I briefly glanced over my shoulder to see her standing there, towering over me with a smile on her face.

I was dumbstruck and could only manage a “hello”. She didn’t respond, she just smiled as I went back to scrubbing the tub. Seconds later I felt a hard and stingy swat on my ass.

“Oh fuck” I thought.

I was thrown but tried to tell myself she was just being playful. I did a good job convincing myself, that is until she told me she wanted me to clean her underwear as well and shoved a pair of her lingerie in my mouth.

To be continued….

Have It Your Way

We were having dinner one night. Throughout the meal she had been complaining about not being able to find a guy to fuck her (her words) the way she wanted.

“All I want is a guy who can get it up and can last more than ten minutes and can fuck me fast and hard or slow and soft, depending on my mood. Is that too much to ask for?”.

She had broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago and her biggest complaint was their unequal sexual appetites. She was one of the few vanilla friends I had that knew about my…. interests.

Me: Why don’t you find a submissive guy?

Her:Um I don’t want to tie up and gag a guy, I just want him to fuck me the way I want.

Me: Most of the sex I have has nothing to do with rope. Usually it’s with either me on top or my head between her legs.

Her: What about doggy style? Do you do doggy style?

Me: What do you think? That I’d tell her I don’t want to have sex in a position just because it’s not with me on the bottom? That sounds more selfish than submissive.

Her: So you’ll fuck her hard and you don’t see that as being dominant?

Me: You mean I do it the way that gets her off and I don’t see it as being dominant? No!

She looked at me in disbelief and started throwing a bunch of what-ifs at me.

Her: What if she wanted you to fuck her in the ass instead of her putting on a strap-on? Would you do it?

Me: Are you drunk? Of course I would.

Her: And you don’t see that as being dominant at all? What if she wanted you and another guy to double-team her?

Me: I’ve done that before.

Her: What? And you two weren’t dominant?

Me: The other guy was vanilla and it was clear that it was all about her so….no.

Her: What if she wanted to get on her knees and go down on you?

Me: Are you insane? What part of “if she’s getting off, then I’m getting off” don’t you understand?

Her: So do you make her spank you after you’ve done something dominant? You know, to even yourself out again?

I could tell she was just giving me shit at this point. Trying to push my buttons. I didn’t answer her.

After a minute or two of silence and deep thinking on her part, she asked me:

“Can you help me write an ad looking for a submissive on Craigslist?”

My First Over-The-Knee Spanking

I experienced my first over-the-knee spanking!

Actually I have experienced it once before, a friend was celebrating her birthday and instead of getting spanked she decided to spank someone else. We were surrounded by friends, she was clothed, I was clothed, it wasn’t sexual, it was all in good fun.

This time it was different on many levels. First of all I was naked.

I’ve read about them before. I’ve seen plenty of photos on the subject. It always looked a bit silly to me. It was one of those things that i just didn’t understand.

I understand it now.

It was a total surprise. As with most new things I experience, it wasn’t planned. Maybe she planned it but I hadn’t a clue. One minute she and I were casually talking and the next thing I know I was naked and laying across her lap.

I felt exposed and vulnerable. Her warm and soft but firm hands moving over my back, down my ass and gently pressing my thighs followed by a strong thwack.

Being spanked has never been on the top of my list of to-do’s but while she was doing it, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

She’d slap my ass hard and my body would react. I’m sure she could feel how hard I was, pressed into her lap and every slap would force my body to thrust a little.

She started to slap over and over and over again, not giving my body time to process it and my head arched up. She noticed it and seized the opportunity to grab be by the hair and keep my head in that position.

Her hands would wander, she’d make a comment about how much she enjoyed view and would continue. Every swat drove me deeper and deeper.

I’ve learned I enjoy feeling objectified, she certainly made me feel that way. Caressing me then abusing me, talking about the shades of red my ass was turning and moaning as she took pleasure from the way my body was reacting despite myself.

I don’t know how long it lasted maybe 10 minutes or an hour.   

I only know I wasn’t the same person when I crawled off her lap as when I crawled on.

As with all things, I know it wasn’t so much the act as it was the person doing it. Still, I’ll have a different appreciation for it when I see or read about it from now on.

Smut Meme

Ok I’ve been tagged. Months ago it turns out and I’m just realizing it now (I’m an ass).

Mistress Leah tagged me to answer and so here goes nothing. The Q&A comes from Isabella and hope I can do it justice.

Here are the rules: (Sorry, never done this before)

“You’re welcome to post it on your blogs. You must call it the Smut Meme (obvious reasons, I’d hope), you must link to me in the title, and you must tag 2 people, and link to them as well. Oh, and you must post this little blurb of instructions at the beginning, like I’ve just done. Got it? Ok then. The idea is to pick one or the other, even if you prefer neither. I’ll go first. If you want to play along you can answer the questions in the comments.”

1. Chocolate or Whipped Cream: Whipped Cream!

2: Leather or PVC: This is a difficult one. Hmm I like both actually. I have almost no PVC experience, so I’ll go with leather since it’s the devil I know.

3: Outdoor Sex or Indoor sex: Crap why do I need to choose? I suppose Indoor because it’s more conducive to relaxing afterwards.

4. In the Jacuzzi or In Bed: The bed. I can’t hold my breath that long.

5. Bad Sex or No Sex: No sex. Bad sex just makes me crave good sex even more.

6. Dominate or Be Dominated: You have to ask?

7. Thigh highs or Body stocking: I’m a leg guy for sure and if I could I’d choose neither because bare skin is better to kiss. Since I need to choose I’d say thigh highs.

8. Fast or Slow: Damn. Fast but not ending fast.

9. Rough or Gentle: Rough please. It’s ok if you make me bleed.

10. Bite or Suck: I like to be bitten (a recent first time experience for me) but I prefer to suck.

11. Role-play or Reality: Reality. However I’ve never role played so…it might just be that I don’t know what I’m missing.

12. Dirty Talking or Dirty Talking To: Dirty talking to.

13. Edible panties or No Panties: Ixnay on the anties-pay.

14. Spanking paddle or Barehanded: Barehanded, it’s much more intimate….shit but the paddle would hurt more. Grrr ok..spanking I guess.

15. Landing Strip or Kojak: Kojack. “Who loves ya baby.”

16. Multiple Sessions or One Good Fuck: Multiple good fucks.

17. Moaning or Screaming: Hopefully she is moaning and I am screaming.

18. Older Men or Young Men: I’m straight. Don’t you read this blog?:)

19. Three-way or No Way: Three-way

20. Swing or No Swinging: I’d like to try swinging. I’ll mark it as a serious curiosity.

So wait. I’m supposed to tag two people now? Ok umm. How’s about Persephone and Red Lady M.