Thursday, September 19, 2013

Feature: Picture Fiction

In this Picture Fiction, Craig wrote a story to a set of photos and Lizzie (without reading Craig's story) wrote of her own based on the same set of images.

The Closet After Dinner
She was in trouble. When he got home from work, he found out she hadn't done any of the things she had set out to do. None of the tasks she had outlined in her daily list that began with "If it pleases you sir, I will..." had been accomplished. Not a one. He walked around the loft with his phone in his hand, looking at the list she had sent him the night before, quickly realizing that item after item had been unattended to: textbooks from the class she taught were piled unopened on the dining room table, all the party dresses she had tried on for the cocktail party were strewn about on the living room floor...

"Becca!" he called out, exasperated. There was only silence. Martin knew she was here because her car was parked in her spot in the garage when he parked. Her keys to the building were hanging on the hook by the door. "Becca!" Nothing.

Martin hung the keys to his car on the hook next to hers and proceeded down the polished concrete floors toward the bedroom. He heard shuffling. Was she hiding? He found her in the walk-in closet, dancing with her headphones on. Her back was to him. She half-whispered/sang lyrics to herself. More clothes were strewn about on the floor. Martin stood in the doorway and just watched, waiting for her to turn around for maximum effect.

Finally she did.

She literally jumped at the sight of him, like a character in a cartoon. She yanked the earbuds out of her ears. "When did you get home?" she asked, glancing from the phone in his hand to the mess on the floor of the closet. "Long enough," he replied.

She came over and batted her eyes at him. "What would you like for dinner love?" He grabbed her by the wrist and took her to the vanity bench and threw her over his knee, furious. He began swatting her bottom instantly, no warm up, pulling up her dress to cover her cheeks with hard swats.

"You're in big trouble young lady," he hissed. With her still over his lap he produced his phone and read aloud: "Work on syllabus. Pick up and hang dresses. Wash car. Call mother. Go to farmer's market." She heard a huffy exhale in response. "Tell me young lady, what of those things did you accomplish today?"

There was a long silence. "None of it?"

"Is that a question?" he growled.

"No. No. I did none of it."

"What is the deal, Becca?" he asked, swatting her between words. "You knew you had to get your syllabus online before your students signed in tonight! The living room looks like a dry cleaner exploded and you didn't even drive your car today, did you?"

"No." Her voice was very quiet.

"So what did you do?"

"Um...I got this email from my favorite clothes store down the street saying there was a sale--see? I was going to save money! Anyway, I started trying things on to see what I needed for autumn and before too long, well...yeah."

"'Yeah'?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"So what's for dinner? What yummy things did you pick up at the farmer's market?"

"I, uh, didn't go. I've been in my closet all day." There was a long, long, oh so very long silence. Becca began to squirm.

"Get up," Martin ordered. She got off his lap, almost falling when he got up before she gained her balance. "Take off your dress and put your hands up in the doorway." She quickly did as he ordered, standing naked before him in the bathroom doorway. He ducked under her arm, moving to the closet to grab something--she could hear him rustling around in their "toy" chest, and returned, ducking again to face her. He had one arm behind his back.

"You need some focus, young lady. Something to help you remember what you yourself said you were going to do." He produced from behind him a thin cane of carbon fiber and a scratchy brown autumn turtleneck she loved. The cane she figured out quickly but the sweater? She was confused.

"Close your eyes."
“What were my instructions, little one?” he asked as they pulled into the garage after dinner.

She shifted in her seat, turning to look at him quizzically. She shook her head, just a bit, quickly back and forth.

Rather than clarify his question, the way she obviously wanted, he reached into his pocket for the remote hidden there. The flick of a button set the egg inside her pussy vibrating.

“Eek!” she yelped before squirming around in her seat. “I don’t know what you mean, sir!”

He watched her squirm, watching her unbridled response was nearly as much fun as watching her struggle at the restaurant. “I did warn you,” he said, finally.

“Oh!” she said she understood his earlier question, “You said you’d spank me if I wore panties to dinner. But you also said to put the vibrator in my purse...” She trailed off here, as he changed the intensity on the remote controlled vibrator.

“Paradox,” he said simply, “Or was it?”

She grinned at him. As much as she enjoyed paradox play, this hadn’t been a challenge. “But I *like* spankings,” she said in the sing-song voice of a standing joke between them.

“We shall see, little one. We shall see.”

He got out of the car and walked around to her side. He opened her door, took hold of her wrist and pulled her from the car. Without another word, he marched her into the house and deposited her in a corner.

“Lift your skirt up,” he growled, “Show me those panties you like so much.”

Leaving her there, the egg still vibrating within her, he went to their bedroom to collect his implements. When he returned, he slowly placed each weapon on the coffee table.

Tap, tap. The sound of wood on wood as he set down a paddle.

Tap, tap. Another wooden paddle.

Click, click. The higher pitched sound of a cane clicking against the wooden table.

Tap, click. The Kent hairbrush, balanced so that it practically gave a spanking on its own.

Finally, he pulled out the remote, switched the vibrator out, and set the remote on the table with a plastic-click. He called her over, watching her expression as she took in his plans. This collection promised a harsh scene, but her eyes sparkled with excitement and challenge.

He took her over his lap after seating himself on the sofa. He used the hairbrush first, but without the lightness that would make it a warm-up. She was soon squirming and kicking her feet.

“Up,” he ordered, pushing her up and standing up himself. “I want you bent over the back of the sofa.”

Now she faced the coffee table with its promise of paddle and cane. He no more than got her in position before he exchanged the hairbrush for the lighter of the two paddles. Even over her panties, the paddle bit into her bottom.

He exchanged the lighter paddle for the heavier one, watching her face as he swapped the implements. This paddle was even harder for her to take. She pleaded with him to stop.

But he did not heed her pleas. He focused the hardest swats on her panty covered bottom, but he did not neglect her thighs in his assault. He kept his pace steady, watching as she gave herself over to the pain.

Finally, he did stop, but only to order her back into the corner.

“Skirt up, little one. I think I like those panties better with the glow of red beneath them.”

Once again, he played with the remote as she stood in the corner. But this time, he watched her carefully. Each time she made the slightest movement, he ordered her to be still. He changed the intensity, forcing her to squirm so that he could chide her.
He caned her breasts, harshly. making geometric marks around her aureolas. She cried out in pain with each strike, the thin cane inflicting sting after sting. Slowly, painful red welts began to rise from her creamy skin.

"Turn around," he ordered. She did as he commanded, whimpering at what was to come. Unbeknownst to her, he had put a wood hairbrush in his back pocket and he silently placed the cane aside and began to assault her bottom with the back of the hairbrush. He struck her hard, again and again, until she began to cry.

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "I...I got distracted! I'll finish my syllabus tonight and get it online! I'll take care of the rest tomorrow, I promise! I'm sorry!"

He smacked her a few more times for good measure.
“Come here,” he growled, tired of watching her squirm in the corner as he played with the remote. “We aren’t nearly finished yet,” he added.

He pulled her dress over her head. Leaving her arms in the sleeves, he pulled the dress behind her and wrapped the dress around her partially bound wrists. He pushed her against a wall, her arms trapped behind her, completing his impromptu bondage.

Her breasts thrust out at him, the perfect offering to his cane. He retrieved the implement from the table and set it against one breast.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

He pulled back the cane and struck her breast sharply, raising a welt. He lifted the cane and struck the other breast, falling into an easy, slow rhythm.
He stood back and looked at her bottom. "I hoped you learned your lesson."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now pick up those clothes and hang them up! I'm going out for pizza." As he began to walk out of the room he stopped and turned back, "Oh, and put on that sweater. No bra. You're to wear it until tomorrow morning. I'm sure that scratchy wool will remind your breasts just what a naughty girl you were." He handed her the cane and hairbrush and walked out of the room.

She slipped the sweater on. As promised, it scratched and hurt her sensitive breasts with every move. And then she began to pick up her clothes on the floor...
He pulled her to his chest, her welted breasts pressing against his shirt. He held her for a moment before whispering, “We aren’t finished yet, little one.”

He pulled her away from the wall and removed her dress and panties. Once again, he pulled her over his lap on the sofa. This time, the painful welts on her breasts kept her from squirming as he applied the hairbrush. She wept and begged him to stop, but he continued until he was satisfied.

Only when her bottom bore the round marks of the brush did he stand her up and announce, “But I like you better without panties.”

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Learning the Ropes

We had an amazing rope lesson that was as much scene as lesson. I hope you enjoy our description.

[Edited to fix picture formatting problems.]

Rope Class 101 Rope?
I've been interested in rope for years. I have a set of rope I've used off and on and a great book on binding, restraint, etc. with rope. I've tied a few women up, Lizzie being the most patient, allowing me—mostly "out-of-scene"—to try my hand at a few of the "projects" in my book. They turned out fairly well (in fact, I posted a photo of my handiwork here).

Recently, a friend at the dungeon we play at, who's a rope master, offered to teach me a few things. I'm much better at hands-on than book education, so I took him up on the offer. Lizzie is fascinated with rope and our rope trials have been successful, both from a tying up standpoint as well as getting her to achieve a certain level of subspace in the process, so she eagerly agreed to offer herself as rope model for the "class".

At the Lair Friday night we met Patrick and went to the "shed," an open air space off the main conversation patio. It's normally a nice place for a semi-"public" scene, but on Friday it had been 106 degrees all day and by 9:30 or 10 o'clock at night it still was over 90 degrees out.
I’ve not played much with rope outside the bits Craig and I have tried. But each time we included it in a scene, I became more interested. When Craig talked to Patrick about learning more, I was excited.

At Debauchery, which we wrote about here, Patrick took a moment to show me how he stored his rope. As soon as I got a chance, I carefully wound Craig’s rope the same way. But that night at Debauchery, Patrick did a couple simple ties on me. It made me smile, the way a good scene makes me glow. I was eager to try more.

Unfortunately for my side of this story, the rope quickly had me in subspace - a place that obscures the events of the night. I remember seeing people drift around the edges of our “scene”, some returning several times to watch. I remember the sensuality of the rope, the catch of my breath when it tightened, and the burn of the rope’s removal. But for more than that, I’ll have to rely on the pictures Craig took (and turned into a phrase with his new app).
It's Not about Knots
I was pleasantly surprised when Patrick handed me a bag of my own rope to keep, hundreds of feet of it cut and wound for storage. He brought a photographic portfolio of his work and asked us to flip through it to show him something we were interested in. I pointed out an elaborate web of rope that created a lovely breast binding similar to what I've done before (thought it would be good to start with something familiar) and we set to work.

Soon, Lizzie had rope wrapped around her midsection, covering above and below her luscious breasts. Patrick told me to be sure to pull the rope tight and said, "Watch her face." He gave the rope a hard tug and Lizzie sucked in her breath, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Fantastic!

Her breasts were bound, red and swollen 30 minutes later, her arms restrained behind her with a clever trick of the end knot to keep her from untying it herself. As Patrick said at the end, "As you can see, this is the only knot in the whole thing." We aren't boyscouts, clearly.

Lizzie was at my command. Grabbing the knot in the center of her back I could walk her around the dungeon naked, her head pulled back as her long red hair had been woven into the final knot, forcing her to look skyward. Pushing her carefully to her knees, she was prone to look me in the eye. It was incredibly hot (temperature-wise as well as scene-wise) and Lizzie was deep in subspace, which I found a complete surprise from a "demonstration class" and not a "true scene." Patrick, skilled at what he did, had expertly done both.
A front and back view:

Binding Is The Foreplay
In the past, as soon as Lizzie was tied up and I was done playing with her the scene was over, and untying was a mechanical thing. Patrick taught me that the untying was the sex to the binding's foreplay. He kept admonishing me: "Look her in the eye. Make a connection! You're untying now so it's not tricky." That connection was powerful. She couldn't move. She was at my command.

As the rope slowly unravelled, Patrick showed me how to cup a hand over the breast to let the full length of rope caress the nipple, now overly sensitive from the binding. Lizzie moaned, cooed and gasped as he did one side and then she repeated the sounds as I duplicated the effort on the other. Lizzie's subspace deepened.

As soon the rope was off her, Lizzie was ready to drop. I thought it was from standing and the scene, but it was also from the ludicrous heat. I took her naked out of the shed to sit in the slightly cooler night air, a large area fan blowing cool air across her naked flesh. Some sips of cold water later and she had recovered nicely.

We packed the rope, got Lizzie dressed (she was complete mush now—also because we hadn't had dinner after having had a late lunch!) and we thanked Patrick profusely for the lesson and the rope. He told me this was only the beginning and there were many more lessons to come.

Guiding Lizzie to the welcoming air conditioned breeze in my car, we headed away from the Lair for a midnight dinner nearby and much talk about rope play. I was so astonished at Lizzie's complete and utter surrender to the rope and our hands and the binding to place her so deeply into subspace, particularly in context to the class. Lizzie was wiped out—in a good way. I'm deeply appreciative of the generous time Patrick gave us Friday night and look forward to more classes soon.
Back and front this time:

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Our ShadowLane Report

We had a fantastic time at ShadowLane. Hopefully you'll enjoy our side-by-side accounting of the events.

Day One Thursday
We drove from LA rather than flew, mostly because I was bringing my fire & wax kit and there was no way that was going to go on a plane (last time I brought it, Erica and John were kind enough to lug it all the way to Vegas and back--where it sat in her apartment for almost a year!). We got stuck in an ungodly rain storm and had to pull off the highway, but we made it to the Sun Coast safe and sound. There, we met up with Jada and soon saw other friends as well.

As is tradition, our weekend began with me giving Lizzie a good OTK spanking to warm her up. Not long after, we were on our way with Jada, M and K to a local steakhouse for dinner, then back to our room after for another lovely spanking and then headed off to the suite parties to catch up with friends.
We packed up my new “grown up” Mini and headed to Vegas last weekend. I must admit that packing, even in the larger Countryman, was a bit of a challenge with everything we were taking. But the drive was even more exciting, with a torrential downpour that forced us to stop. Admittedly, Craig could have driven through it, but I panicked and he stopped for me. I had a horrible experience in a hail storm as a young driver.

After our scene two weeks ago (which you can read about here), I was happy to start my Shadowlane weekend without visible marks (see picture here). But, of course, that wasn’t meant to last - not over any weekend we have away and certainly not over a Shadowlane weekend! Craig started with our traditional party-starter and gave me another spanking that evening as well.
Day Two Friday
After a nice breakfast away from the hotel (after waking up late!) we got ready to head over to the Newbie Party. As "seasoned experts" we got to chat with all the SL newbies and answer questions, assuage their concerns, etc. We really enjoyed getting to talk to people and hear their stories of emerging kink, of seeking out the spanking scene and more. We talked with folks for so long we missed the start of the Spankie Hawkins suite party.

Like a Sadie Hawkins dance, girls got to pick which guys to play with—and boy were there a lot of guys there! Men were to dress up as a "disciplinarian"—whatever that meant to him. Lots of original costumes at the party. What did I come as? A Boy Scout Leader, complete with a paddle made with the waffle tread of a mountain boot! I had a couple girls ask me to play, and one of them even let me try my conversation piece on them!

After that, we were off to the vendor fair, which seemed a bit lacking the way of vendors this year. Lizzie can't eat anything there due to food allergies, so we headed off to dinner with M & K to PF Chang's, an annual tradition as well. We got back to the room, but Lizzie wasn't feeling well so we hung out in the room for a bit and turned in a little early.
We enjoyed breakfast away from the hotel - Craig and I aren’t big fans of the food available at the hotel and we had a car at our disposal this time. I was a little nervous about helping out at the Newbie Party. I’m not modest, but I’m terribly shy. But Craig set me to distributing name tags, which got me moving around the room. It was fun to talk to new people and hear their stories. It’s a varied path that takes people to Shadowlane.

The Spankie Hawkins suite party was really interesting. There were some great costumes. One of my favorites was a complete “I Dream of Jeannie” costume. I adored Kate’s sailor costume; too bad Craig doesn’t like nautical themed outfits. Jada and I went in our matching Ravenclaw uniforms. That was fun, but the authentic wool sweater was quickly too warm. I was able to play briefly with several old friends, catching up as much as possible as we kept in character.

That evening, we went to the vendor fair. The number of vendors has fallen from previous years, but we found a fun photo booth where we had a picture of Craig spanking me taken in front of a green screen, which was transferred to a picture of the “Welcome to Vegas” sign making a fun picture. As always, the food options forced us to head out in search of a dinner safe for me.
Day Three Saturday
We woke up late (again!) and got ready and went to the suite next door to play with M & K. We have such a great time with those two! Lizzie changed into a little girl dress and we went to the Miss Chris' Littles Party. It was fascinating seeing so many littles in one spot, coloring, playing and getting in trouble. One little started a fire in Miss Chris' bedroom and had to be punished severely for her actions! I read Lizzie a story and could tell she was getting time for her nap, so we excused ourselves and I put Lizzie to bed.

She didn't get much of a nap because we had to get ready to head to The Mirage to see the Beatles' LOVE Cirque show there. Again, no point in going to the dinner at ShadowLane when Lizzie can't eat anything, so we made a night out of it and saw an amazing show, following by a spectacular dinner.

We returned to our room later than we had intended, tired, but not too tired to play. I whipped Lizzie and used a wood "hairbrush" paddle and then we had incredible, rather kinky sex.
We started Saturday by eating at the hotel cafe. Every year, we swear not to eat there again; but every year, we end up there for one reason or another. It wasn’t bad, but it was nothing to write home about either. Fortified, we enjoyed a scene with M and K.

Afterwards, I changed into a “littles” costume and we headed to Miss Chris’ Littles Party. We haven’t been playing in this territory very long, so the party was quite interesting. I had fun coloring with a few of the other littles and Daddy read me a story. He even let me have a BlowPop! But then it was time to go back to our room for a nap. :(

My nap was cut short because I needed time to get ready for our evening out. Because of my sprained ankle, we decided to stray from our typical plan of an early dinner followed by dancing at the party. Instead, we went to LOVE, which was fantastic, and then on to dinner. We ended the night by sharing a bath, a scene, and, as Craig puts it, “rather kinky sex.”
Day Four Sunday


Another late morning and before we headed to breakfast it was time for a Hundreds Scene. Ten implements X 100 swats each. A thousand swats total. Hand, cane, crop, paddle and more, ending with my metal paddle I'd put in the bar refrigerator all night.

After that, and we headed down to Sunday Brunch at the buffet. We had enjoyed it last year, but this year it was just...meh. After brunch, we came back to the room for Lizzie's first fire and wax scene. It took me a while to prep. I used the dining room table in our suite with some cushions from the sofa as a makeshift table. Soon, I was alighting Lizzie's skin aflame, then covering her in wax.

She didn't care much for the wax at first. She complained about how hot it was, how intense the pain was, but after a while she because to breathe deeply as she found herself in subspace and sucked it all in as I poured candle after candle of wax onto her bare skin. Taking off the wax is as much fun as putting it on, and I was able to remove the wax coating on her bottom. It reminded me of angel's wings for some reason. Woozy and staggering, I led her to the bathtub and bathed her before putting her to bed for a nap.

That night, we went to dinner with M & K and G & L at a local sushi place, then opened our suite up for our own suite party, complete with snacks and drinks, spanking and fun. Indy dropped by to chat and got a few swats as well.


I woke up to a Hundreds Scene. For once, I had slept longer than Craig. I think he used eleven implements, for a total of 1,100 swats, but I won’t argue with him over that. I have a love/hate relationship with Hundreds Scenes.

The buffet was a disappointment this year. But maybe that’s because we had such incredible food the night before. After eating, we went back to our suite for my first ever fire and wax scene. I’ve seen Craig do these before, but this time I was ready to try it myself. I took a shower while he set everything up.

The fire was awesome! The wax...I have mixed feelings. I expected it to get easier much more quickly, so I didn’t settle in at first. I kept expecting it to get easier and it didn’t. We paused once and after the break I was able to breathe into the scene. Once I settled into it, I quickly escaped into subspace. I hope next time I can do that earlier in the scene. And Craig made this when he took the wax off me:

Day Five Monday
The weekend was over and we wanted to get out of town early before the mad holiday weekend rush back to LA began. We still managed to get stuck in traffic and our arrival home was greeted by a house full of young adults—most of my kids and the girls' boyfriends were there, along with my eldest daughter's dogs. The house was chaotic and noisy...not what you wish to come home to after a party weekend. Nonetheless, we had a great and relaxing time, enjoyed lots of play and quality time together.

Another ShadowLane behind us. When's the next party???
We had a long drive back, thanks to crazy holiday traffic. But at least I had a red bottom to keep me entertained during the drive. And we came home to a chaotic house full of six people and two dogs!