Monday, November 24, 2014

Kinky Days: Part 3

This is the third and final part of the series we started about a month ago to catch the blog up with our kinky activities.

As we mentioned in Part 1, we have been grappling with bringing kink into our lives at home, which may seem odd because we live it 24/7 when my kids aren't around. But there's a difference between the protocol and Master/sub live we live around the house and finding time—and ways—to play at home. Our lives had been stealing little scenes when my kids weren't around and/or going to our regular dungeon for the "hard stuff." I know I've complained about missing our dedicated "time to play" since the kids moved out, but looking back at the past few weeks...I have nothing to complain about. Though this post attempts to catch up on our kinky activities, I know we've had to edit out numerous scenes that left us little to say or did not come out so well in pictures.

If it's pictures you want, check out my tumblr or Craig's. Links are also below in the Find Us section.
Now that we've moved and the kids are gone, bringing the "hard stuff" home had been challenging. The next move, after what we did and experienced in Part 1 and Part 2, was to have a thorough rope scene...and more.

I instructed Lizzie to gather the rope on the bed and wait for me naked in our bedroom. I started with caning her all over to awaken her nerve endings before tying her up. I tied her up in a thorough full-body truss (like a turkey, perhaps?), as you can see.

I smacked, slapped, paddled, spanked, caned and more, manhandling her from place to place in the room. Then, carefully, slowly and erotically untying her, we moved into the next phase of the scene.
I knew when Craig told me to get out the rope that he had something in mind other than a quick spanking. I love this sort of scene, but it's very difficult for me to describe.

There's something very sensual about being wrapped in rope. Each time Craig pulls the rope tight, I'm left breathless for a moment, though there is only occasionally a physical reason for that.

After the thorough smacking, Craig pulled out nipple clamps and slowly added weight. He took pictures, so I could make a GIF. (If you'd like to see the close-up version, head over to my tumblr - here.) Then it was time to remove the rope and go into the bathroom.
I took Lizzie into our shower and filled her with warm water from an enema bottle, telling her to hold it. She knows how this plays out: if she spills or releases any water she will be thoroughly punished. I'll often try to get her to leak by spanking her hard or bringing her to orgasm. It's frustrating and hot for her, to be sure.

As she emptied herself I stood by and slowly began to carve a piece of fresh ginger into a butt plug. She watched with widening eyes of both fear and desire and a few minutes later was bent over the vanity, the ginger roughly inserted with no lubricant to be as complete of an experience as possible.

She writhed and mewed and cried and I spanked her again and again with the ginger inside her bottom. I then thrust the ginger in and out until she was nearly crazed, then pulled it out and allowed her her release.

I think we've "broken the ice" by bringing the "hard stuff" into our home, don't you?
I simply cannot describe this sort of scene. So:

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