fun with Derek

Today was the first time I’ve seen Derek in weeks.  I didn’t really do any of the things I had originally intended, but it was all still good. 

 

Maybe I’ll have time to write more later….

 

rope gauntlets - pics

Just some pics taken a couple of months ago, of rope gauntlets I tried out on Derek. Functionless, but pretty.

 

More bondage photos

Last time Derek was over (which sadly I did not write about - guh, it was super hot), I did a really nice harness. From the bondage book of course. Man, was that thing a good investment.

Anyway, it’s too late to write about, as it was over a week ago. But here are some photos:

 

tongue and teeth

I think my hormones are actually getting back to normal since I stopped using the NuvaRing. It’s amazing how active my libido has been lately. Of course, now I’m trusting only in tissue-thin rubber to keep me childless each time I have sex. A one in one hundred chance is still more than I’m comfortable taking, considering what’s at stake. Though the odds are probably more in my favor than that, as my only current penetrative sex partner is probably pretty well chemically castrated by now.

But back to that increased libido thing… Derek was over on Monday night, for the first time in almost a month. I wanted to throw him down and fuck him so very much. Well, not really, because what I want to do (or not do, actually) is troublingly at odds with the role I want to have. I need to figure out how to maintain the feeling of power and control and all that while laying on my back with my knees up to my ears. And how to be touched without being felt or seen, because fuck-it-all but I still have some issues with my body when it comes to being touched or looked at by someone who hasn’t expressed an obvious, ardent interest in it.

So, instead of having Derek shag my brains out, I tied him up. I think I’m falling into a bit of a routine with him, unfortunately. I do that with MJ too - our sex follows almost the same pattern every time. But anyhoo. Derek bought an exceptionally long rope, and I used it Monday to put him in a full body “cage” sort of thing, which turned out to be much easier than one would think. Not the most versatile tie-up, though it did leave his dangly bits nicely accessible.

And I have to say, again: God, I love giving head. That is my happy place, where nothing exists except the fantasticly erotic, delicious, teasing torment being delivered by my tongue and lips. It’s pure pleasure, literally a sex lollipop, except with the candy kind I always get impatient and bite them. Of course, I just remembered that I used a fair amount of teeth on Derek the other night, which I don’t think I’ve ever done before. He seemed to enjoy it though.

I’ve been really into biting lately. Feeling feral, and beastlike, and fierce. Every time I look at MJ, I want to sink my teeth into the soft, creamy flesh of her upper arm, or the side of her neck, or the freckled back of her shoulder. I want to bite her hard enough that I’ll see the dark flash of a bitemark when she strips her shirt off after work the next day. It’s not even a marking sort of thing though - I don’t want to claim ownership with it, necessarily. It’s more of a vampire without fangs kind of feeling. She doesn’t let me bite her very hard, sadly. My girl is definitely not into pain of any sort. Derek probably has a bruise or two though..

 

I’m digging this bondage stuff….

I have been so neglectful of this blog. Shame on me.

Life is busy lately. Trying to get stuff ready for Christmas, working two jobs plus two off-hour projects at my full-time job, doing craft swaps and working on an etsy shop. Plus spending time with MJ, regular play dates with Derek, and the weekly round of D&D.

There are not nearly enough hours in a day.

But speaking of play dates, Derek was over last night for the first time in two weeks…

Hog tie, again. This one is so much better than the way I did it before though - his feet were secured to a shoulder harness instead of his wrists. So not only did it not pull on his arms, I was able to change the intensity of the tie with just a pull of the rope. Plus I could tie the end to a bed post when I walked away, and while I took pictures.

Derek was in ecstacy. Have I mentioned that he’s all about rope bondage? He said he particularly liked the hogtie last night because it was very immobilizing, but didn’t put any strain on his body. He actually spent a few minutes trying his damnedest to get free, with no luck at all. The position and restrictiveness made him feel very vulnerable, too. Mmmmvulnerable…

He really enjoyed this tie. (And aren’t I a kind mistress, to help him out like that? Hee.)

I love love love these photographs. There is something so beautiful about rope bondage - it’s like art and ownership wrapped up together (no pun intended). (And the light in the room looks so warm and golden!)

That bondage book was such a great investment.