It was a relief when Heron decided to go with me rather than sending me alone, but walking through Home Depot to the lumber aisle, I could feel the flush in my cheeks and the twinge of fear and excitement.
Obviously, no one could imagine what He was actually going to do with the the wood...or could they?!
The moral of this story...He didn't forget.
Which means I am really going to ride a wooden horse, as scary as that is.
The fact is, it's already been made. At least His first version of it
Now all I can do is wait.
Showing posts with label equipment. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 14, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
Scary Things
So I'm sitting here at the kitchen table, still nursing this terrible cold with a nice hot toddy.
While minding my own business, poking around on Fet, Daddy walks up and takes a seat next to me with an excited look on his face, or perhaps it was more of an evil and mischievous grin. Probably all one in the same, anyways!
He sat down with a pad of paper and a pen and started to sketch something. I couldn't tell at first what it was. Then, He said hang on, let me draw it from a different angle.
Oh....THIS...I knew what this was!!
He then wrote down two things that I need to buy, when I get better of course.
(2) 4x4 wooden posts
(2) 1x4x10's.
As quickly as He had sat down, He was off again, leaving me wondering whether to laugh (you know...the crazy, insane, hysterical kind of laugh) or cry!
Any brave souls who want to guess what it might be? I'm not sure I have the courage yet to admit what it is.
While minding my own business, poking around on Fet, Daddy walks up and takes a seat next to me with an excited look on his face, or perhaps it was more of an evil and mischievous grin. Probably all one in the same, anyways!
He sat down with a pad of paper and a pen and started to sketch something. I couldn't tell at first what it was. Then, He said hang on, let me draw it from a different angle.
Oh....THIS...I knew what this was!!
He then wrote down two things that I need to buy, when I get better of course.
(2) 4x4 wooden posts
(2) 1x4x10's.
As quickly as He had sat down, He was off again, leaving me wondering whether to laugh (you know...the crazy, insane, hysterical kind of laugh) or cry!
Any brave souls who want to guess what it might be? I'm not sure I have the courage yet to admit what it is.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
One Hell of a Kinky Week
The natural ebb and flow of this dynamic is something I have come to understand and try to appreciate. In fact, sometimes after weeks like this, I welcome the ebb. But for now, we are happily enjoying the flow of things.
I almost don't even know where to start...afraid my memory will start to get fuzzy before I have a chance to write it all down. I had been spanked, edged, toyed with and used in so many ways, particularly for the last two days. But let me start with the what happened this morning.
Holy smokes! It's been next to never since we actually got really kinky in the morning. In fact, that might have never happened....EVER! Morning sex or blowjobs occasionally, but neither of us are morning people. Morning are usually spent running around trying to get ready for work during the week and soccer games on the weekend. But let's just say I am certainly capable of being a kinky little slut any time of the day apparently.
Our eldest had already headed out for the day and I had just returned from dropping the munchkin off. I came home to find Daddy making me breakfast. What a wonderful treat and I commented on the amount of food. He simply replied, You will be needing it. Well, didn't that sound promising and a bit scary!
I excused myself and went upstairs to shower but by the time I came out, He had set up quite the scene in our bedroom with some of the workout equipment. I have blogged about this pull up tower a couple times before. Once again, it was front and center. Oh...so many possibilities with this piece of equipment. Yet very few have actually involved working out:)
Underneath the tower was a weight bench. He stood intently, strapping the Hitachi onto the stand and told me to get a towel and lay it down on the weight bench and then lay down on it.
I went off to the closet, returning with the towel in hand, laid it across the bench and then laid down on my back, with my head positioned under the tower and my legs outstretched and hanging off the end. He placed a chair at the end of the bench, just far enough away so that I could prop my feet on the arms of the chair. Then, He proceeded to "strap" me down to the bench with rope just underneath my tits and a cloth belt around my midsection.
While He plundered through drawers and the toy cabinet looking for everything else He needed, I tried to relax. You know, years ago, when we would play around with any kind of bondage, the waiting used to frustrate me to no end, really would ruin the whole experience. I was pretty impatient. But I find myself really enjoying the anticipation now. For me, it's part of the experience and I get lost in watching Him concentrate on getting everything just right.
Before long, He placed a spreader bar across the arms of the chair. After putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles, He tied my legs wide open on the spreader bar and tied my arms to the side bars of the tower. I was thinking oh....what fun this is going to be. Spreader bar...Hitachi...must be my lucky day. Really...one might think I would know better by now!! There's always more to it than just that.
I didn't even mind seeing the clover clamps come out or even having them attached to my nipples. Well, that is until He attached them to rope...
...then dropped the rope over the top bar of the tower...
...then tied the rope to the middle of the spreader bar.
As Daddy positioned the Hitachi so that it was humming directly on my clit, He must have seen the look of panic on my face and calmly reassured me He had no intentions of pulling on the rope at all.
He flicked off the bedroom light, lit a couple of candles, and with that evil (but oh so adorable look) in His eye, He walked over and gently slid the chair out from under my legs.
With my legs suspended in mid-air, it all became so very clear.
No...He wasn't going to do anything to my nipples. I WAS!!
Standing back with His arms folded, He watched me struggle to hold my position, desperate not to lower my legs, desperate not to pull on my nipples. After a few minutes, my stomach and legs muscles started to burn and my whole body trembled. I was so thankful when He kindly offered a reprieve. All I had to do was ask for a rest. But trying to prove that I could hold out, I waited a couple more minutes and then asked for Him to put the chair back.
What I didn't realize was that there was a consequence for granting my request. It only took a few smacks to the underside of my feet with the crop and I was bucking wildly, begging for Him to stop, willing to risk torturing my own nipples.
He was all too glad to remove the chair at my request, but again, I could only hold my position so long. This pattern repeated a couple more times, until He finally told me that if I wanted it all to stop, I only needed to cum for Him. Unfortunately, at this point, I was so over-stimulated, the Hitachi had become just a mere distraction.
Knowing that I would need more, I begged for Him to use a dildo on me, which is exactly the added humiliation He had hoped for. Stuffing it first in my mouth to get it wet, He then worked slowly inside me and then sped up the pace. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I had not only one but two really intense orgasms. I had no idea how hard I was pulling against my nipples, and didn't care until the final ripples of my pleasure had subsided. Then, the aching and cramping I felt all over my body was almost more than I could stand.
Returning the chair back under my feet, He began the slow process of untying me. Before letting me up, He pushing the dildo back in my mouth, insisting that I lick it clean and then told me to go lay in the bed and rest.
I laid there and couldn't help but admire the deep mark left where the rope had held me firmly in place. Snuggling over on my side, I watched as He meticulously put everything away. My body was hurting and exhausted but my mind was completely at peace.
What a way to start the day!!
I almost don't even know where to start...afraid my memory will start to get fuzzy before I have a chance to write it all down. I had been spanked, edged, toyed with and used in so many ways, particularly for the last two days. But let me start with the what happened this morning.
Holy smokes! It's been next to never since we actually got really kinky in the morning. In fact, that might have never happened....EVER! Morning sex or blowjobs occasionally, but neither of us are morning people. Morning are usually spent running around trying to get ready for work during the week and soccer games on the weekend. But let's just say I am certainly capable of being a kinky little slut any time of the day apparently.
Our eldest had already headed out for the day and I had just returned from dropping the munchkin off. I came home to find Daddy making me breakfast. What a wonderful treat and I commented on the amount of food. He simply replied, You will be needing it. Well, didn't that sound promising and a bit scary!
I excused myself and went upstairs to shower but by the time I came out, He had set up quite the scene in our bedroom with some of the workout equipment. I have blogged about this pull up tower a couple times before. Once again, it was front and center. Oh...so many possibilities with this piece of equipment. Yet very few have actually involved working out:) Underneath the tower was a weight bench. He stood intently, strapping the Hitachi onto the stand and told me to get a towel and lay it down on the weight bench and then lay down on it.
I went off to the closet, returning with the towel in hand, laid it across the bench and then laid down on my back, with my head positioned under the tower and my legs outstretched and hanging off the end. He placed a chair at the end of the bench, just far enough away so that I could prop my feet on the arms of the chair. Then, He proceeded to "strap" me down to the bench with rope just underneath my tits and a cloth belt around my midsection.
While He plundered through drawers and the toy cabinet looking for everything else He needed, I tried to relax. You know, years ago, when we would play around with any kind of bondage, the waiting used to frustrate me to no end, really would ruin the whole experience. I was pretty impatient. But I find myself really enjoying the anticipation now. For me, it's part of the experience and I get lost in watching Him concentrate on getting everything just right.
Before long, He placed a spreader bar across the arms of the chair. After putting cuffs on my wrists and ankles, He tied my legs wide open on the spreader bar and tied my arms to the side bars of the tower. I was thinking oh....what fun this is going to be. Spreader bar...Hitachi...must be my lucky day. Really...one might think I would know better by now!! There's always more to it than just that.
I didn't even mind seeing the clover clamps come out or even having them attached to my nipples. Well, that is until He attached them to rope...
...then dropped the rope over the top bar of the tower...
...then tied the rope to the middle of the spreader bar.
As Daddy positioned the Hitachi so that it was humming directly on my clit, He must have seen the look of panic on my face and calmly reassured me He had no intentions of pulling on the rope at all.
He flicked off the bedroom light, lit a couple of candles, and with that evil (but oh so adorable look) in His eye, He walked over and gently slid the chair out from under my legs.
With my legs suspended in mid-air, it all became so very clear.
No...He wasn't going to do anything to my nipples. I WAS!!
Standing back with His arms folded, He watched me struggle to hold my position, desperate not to lower my legs, desperate not to pull on my nipples. After a few minutes, my stomach and legs muscles started to burn and my whole body trembled. I was so thankful when He kindly offered a reprieve. All I had to do was ask for a rest. But trying to prove that I could hold out, I waited a couple more minutes and then asked for Him to put the chair back.
What I didn't realize was that there was a consequence for granting my request. It only took a few smacks to the underside of my feet with the crop and I was bucking wildly, begging for Him to stop, willing to risk torturing my own nipples.
He was all too glad to remove the chair at my request, but again, I could only hold my position so long. This pattern repeated a couple more times, until He finally told me that if I wanted it all to stop, I only needed to cum for Him. Unfortunately, at this point, I was so over-stimulated, the Hitachi had become just a mere distraction.
Knowing that I would need more, I begged for Him to use a dildo on me, which is exactly the added humiliation He had hoped for. Stuffing it first in my mouth to get it wet, He then worked slowly inside me and then sped up the pace. It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I had not only one but two really intense orgasms. I had no idea how hard I was pulling against my nipples, and didn't care until the final ripples of my pleasure had subsided. Then, the aching and cramping I felt all over my body was almost more than I could stand.
Returning the chair back under my feet, He began the slow process of untying me. Before letting me up, He pushing the dildo back in my mouth, insisting that I lick it clean and then told me to go lay in the bed and rest.
I laid there and couldn't help but admire the deep mark left where the rope had held me firmly in place. Snuggling over on my side, I watched as He meticulously put everything away. My body was hurting and exhausted but my mind was completely at peace.
What a way to start the day!!
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Quiet Drive Home
So it's the end of our vacation. and we are in the process of making
the long trek back home. Everyone is so exhausted there has barely been
a word said the entire trip except the occasional "How much longer", "I'm hungry", or "I need to pee".
It's been a really fun and memorable week but I think we are all ready to return to normalcy. We miss our own home, our beds, and the kids miss their dogs. Notice I didn't include myself in the last part of that statement. I love the dogs but they do drive me a bit crazy, mainly because I am the only one that takes care of them.
Work..urggg!! I also don't miss work and am definitely not ready to get back to that grind.
While it's been quiet here in the car, I have been sitting here trying to think of future blog topics and I thought of one I have been meaning to write about for a while now.
Don't ask me what brings this to mind now, maybe it's because we are traveling. But it does have the potential to be funny in a morbid kind of way. There was a question a while back ago on Fet about toys and equipment. I am paraphrasing here but it was something to the effect of...
...If something happened to you and your partner, do you have a plan in place and someone designated to come in and remove all the kinky toys and equipment before family finds them?
Well, I don't know why but this particular situation had never occurred to me before and it really got me thinking...and a little worried.
First of all, we don't have anyone, in or out of the lifestyle, that we are good enough friends with to do this for us. Not to mention, with my nosy mother living with us, I can only assume between her and our kids, everything would be found pretty quickly anyways.
I asked Daddy had He ever though about this and did it concern Him at all. His only answer was, "We wouldn't be here anymore...so what would we care?"
Well, I guess that's one way to look at it. They all would either be scarred forever or think it was pretty damn funny. Maybe both!!
It's
not the implements that worry me so much. It's the larger equipment
like the St. Andrews Cross and fucking machines. Not so sure I want
everyone seeing that stuff! Although I am pretty sure the pest control
guy encountered the cross hiding in our closet the other day!
Whoops...didn't think that one through ahead of time:)
So, just curious...does the idea of your family finding your kinky stuff bother you at all?
It's been a really fun and memorable week but I think we are all ready to return to normalcy. We miss our own home, our beds, and the kids miss their dogs. Notice I didn't include myself in the last part of that statement. I love the dogs but they do drive me a bit crazy, mainly because I am the only one that takes care of them.
Work..urggg!! I also don't miss work and am definitely not ready to get back to that grind.
While it's been quiet here in the car, I have been sitting here trying to think of future blog topics and I thought of one I have been meaning to write about for a while now.
Don't ask me what brings this to mind now, maybe it's because we are traveling. But it does have the potential to be funny in a morbid kind of way. There was a question a while back ago on Fet about toys and equipment. I am paraphrasing here but it was something to the effect of...
...If something happened to you and your partner, do you have a plan in place and someone designated to come in and remove all the kinky toys and equipment before family finds them?
Well, I don't know why but this particular situation had never occurred to me before and it really got me thinking...and a little worried.
First of all, we don't have anyone, in or out of the lifestyle, that we are good enough friends with to do this for us. Not to mention, with my nosy mother living with us, I can only assume between her and our kids, everything would be found pretty quickly anyways.
I asked Daddy had He ever though about this and did it concern Him at all. His only answer was, "We wouldn't be here anymore...so what would we care?"
Well, I guess that's one way to look at it. They all would either be scarred forever or think it was pretty damn funny. Maybe both!!
So, just curious...does the idea of your family finding your kinky stuff bother you at all?
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Power Tower
We've had a St. Andrew's Cross for almost two years. You know how many times Daddy has been able to take it out, set it up and incorporate it into a play session?
Maybe 3!
Turns out, it's just not a very practical piece of bondage equipment to have in a house full little people. So, it woefully stays tucked away in the closet, lonely and pining for some action.
However, a recent piece of equipment that Daddy purchased, honestly for working out, is a perfect substitute. It didn't take long after He put it together for devious plans to develop in that brain of His.
Both arms and legs can be tied apart like the cross but the open design allows for full body access unlike the cross. Gotta love that!
And the best part, it can be left out in the open and no one would be any wiser...unless of course, they use workout equipment for kinky purposes too!
Maybe 3!
Turns out, it's just not a very practical piece of bondage equipment to have in a house full little people. So, it woefully stays tucked away in the closet, lonely and pining for some action.
However, a recent piece of equipment that Daddy purchased, honestly for working out, is a perfect substitute. It didn't take long after He put it together for devious plans to develop in that brain of His.
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| Stamina Power Tower: sold by Amazon.com |
Both arms and legs can be tied apart like the cross but the open design allows for full body access unlike the cross. Gotta love that!
And the best part, it can be left out in the open and no one would be any wiser...unless of course, they use workout equipment for kinky purposes too!
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