All scratched up

So last night we’re sitting there on the couch and she’s tweaking my nipples, while I playfully pull away from her. She gets a bit cranky about that. I foolishly suggest that I wouldn’t be able to pull away if I was hand-cuffed to the bed.

Well that’s not quite what ended up happening. She went and got the hand cuffs and ignoring my pathetic protests of “I’m not in the mood!” she cuffed my wrists, clipped them together behind my back, blind-folded me and threw me up against the cold lounge room wall.

She leaves me there while she goes foraging in the kitchen … I hear utensils being rattled around, a little freaked out. It’s times like this you really have to trust your partner – and that giving over and saying “My body and life is in your hands” is part of what makes the BDSM experience so amazing. It deepens and confirms that trust.

So she comes back from the kitchen and starts with some sensation play all over the front of my body … it’s something cold and metallic, a smooth side and a not-so-smooth side, the effects of which can be seen in the photo below:

After a couple of wrong guesses I figured it was a metal pasta/wok strainer spoon – especially when she accidentally got my nipple stuck in one of the holes of the spoon and painfully twisted it.

After a bit of that, she pulled my jeans down and led me off to the bedroom, bent me over the end of the bed resting on some pillows (with my hands still cuffed behind my back) and continued with some more sensation play with chains, then a flogging and finished off with a spanking using the tawse and large wooden paddle. Once she’d finished I asked her to rub some menthol lubricant into my sore bum cheeks, which she did – quite soothing.