Friday, February 19, 2016

Happy V-Day!

We had a special Valentine's Day all our own. Here, we've written about it from each of our perspectives.

Valentine's Day. Some people despise it, call it commercial. Crass. Yes, it's that. But I'm also a hopeless romantic, so for me Valentine's Day is a day to go beyond the norm and really do something different. I take it as a creative challenge.

What I don't do is take Lizzie out to dinner at a nice restaurant on Valentine's Day. I stay away from that fucking mess of prix fixe menus, added two top tables, and long waits for a cold molten lava cake. We do that two nights before. ;-)

Valentine's Day is about doing something special and this year was no different.
This year was our best Valentine’s Day yet! Craig is hopelessly romantic in the best possible way. He had beautiful roses delivered to the house. And we celebrated with a special dinner out a few days before.

I knew that we were staying home for Valentine’s Day. And I knew Craig was planning to cook something special for dinner, because we had gone shopping for the ingredients together. This alone would have made for a wonderful day. Some of my favorite days are lazy days around the house with Craig. And I absolutely love cooking together. But what he had planned was far beyond my highest expectations.
The day began with a littles day, straight out of bed. Lizzie dressed appropriately and I made her a special littles breakfast on a special littles plate and a sippy cup. She colored her Outlanders coloring book while I made breakfast.

I put a princess plug in her bottom and made her keep it in for some time. She colored, had breakfast, then read until she couldn't really take the plug much longer. So I took her to the bathroom, removed the plug, and devised a reason to "punish" her. It was time to get my little girl clean!

I pulled out the enema equipment and discovered...the new hot water bottle we bought to replace the leaking one was incompatible with the hose, nozzle, etc. that we had. Argh! (Plan a scene. Yes. Right. Noted.) So we had a bulb douche type thing lying around, so I was able to salvage the scene by using that. Multiple times.

One of things we often do is make her hold her water, and to test that I'll vigorously finger fuck her or spank her (or both!) in an attempt to get her to fail. She has very good muscle control. That rarely happens (much to my chagrin).

Lots of spanking later, she cleaned up and it was time for lunch, which was a littles lunch complete with "tetris" tuna fish sandwich. I put her down for a nap after and in the afternoon, when she got up, it was time for Valentine's Day gifts and to get started on the V-Day dinner we were making at home in lieu of said crazed night out.
Craig told me the night before that we were going to have a Littles Day for Valentine’s Day. This is something we’ve been exploring over the last couple years. We’ve done scenes and gone on outings. But we hadn’t spent the majority of a day in this mode before. And just as I had hoped - I loved it!

I got dressed and Daddy made me a delicious breakfast. I colored and worked on my extreme dot-to-dot book (which might be my favorite thing ever, seriously) and read a book. It was a very nice way to spend a lazy morning while Craig worked.

Daddy surprised me by bringing out an experiment kit and doing a “project” with me. We mixed water and baking soda and citric acid and watched it fizz. The kit came with “magic color crystals” which made the water change colors as it changed from a base to an acid.

Then it was time for the scene Craig had planned. Or, as he admits, the scene he hadn’t exactly prepared. The new hot water bottle didn’t work with the enema tubes we have, so he had to figure that out. And we hadn’t been able to find good ginger when we were grocery shopping, so he had to skip that as well. (I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved on that score.)

Even with those adjustments, we had a very nice scene. A little playful, a little “funishment”, a strong power-exchange, and lots of spanking - what could be better?
I read so many articles this year about "7 Ways to Buy Lingerie for Your Girl" or "Why Women Hate Lingerie for Valentine's Day". Yes, I get it. Men buy lingerie for men, not for women. We want to dress our women like our fantasies, particularly if that's not something that happens every day (if you're in a traditional marriage or relationship, say).

For us, we are far from traditional. Lizzie wants me to pick her outfits, wants to dress up for me and certainly wants to look sexy for me in whatever way I define that, so she was thrilled I picked out lingerie for her and had her model it for me. I love that girl.

I got Lizzie a beautiful vintage-looking torpedo bra and panties set, a girdle with garters, and some unrelated sexy panties. Doesn't she look amazing?
With the approach of Valentine’s Day comes several well-meaning advice articles. Craig and I had talked about several of these articles when he read them. It seemed to us that the theme this year was “don’t expect the lousy lingerie you buy your girl to get you into bed.” I’m sure these columns saved a few couples from a crotchless-panty-disappointment.

But like so much ordinary relationship advice, this didn’t resonate with us. I love being dressed up for Craig’s pleasure, whether that means classy, beautiful lingerie or skanky, slutty scraps of fabric. I love it when he picks out my dress for dinner or sends me to buy a dress to meet his specifications. I love giving him the power over such a fundamental thing - what I’m wearing or not wearing.

And he picked some amazing lingerie this year. :)
Our dinner took a little under four hours to prep and make, but it was a gourmet meal and worth every minute. We had a romantic and lovely three course meal at home.

I hope all of you, Fellow Kinksters, had as twisted, kinky, romantic, and fun Valentine's Day as we did.
We spent the rest of the evening making an incredible meal together. It took a rather long time, but it was time well spent. Craig and I work well in the kitchen together. And we enjoy every minute of it. Not to mention the amazing food we made! We finished with a creme brulee (which is my favorite dessert), as you can see.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Danger: Orgasms May Be Hazardous To Your Health
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The Story of O[uch]

We had a weekend together to relax and enjoy ourselves (a rarity). Craig thought it would be a good idea to plan a scene. Unfortunately, the scene didn't go as he had planned...

Lizzie loves orgasm denial. She's also an insatiable little slut. She'll happily nod agreement if I say this in a group of lifestyle friends, then she'll cling to me tightly to verify just who she's an "insatiable little slut" for. So I'm very lucky, needless to say. ;-)

I had been ruminating on a forced orgasm scene for some time, having not done one in a while. I had it all planned out in my head: put a princess plug into her first thing in the morning so she'd get hot and sensitive from it. After making and eating breakfast, while I did some work on my computer, she mentioned to me it was getting uncomfortable. I knew it was time to move on to the scene.

So I got everything ready: spreader bar, ankle cuffs, glass dildo, Hitachi, paddles of various sorts. Then I took Lizzie into the bedroom and got her spread and ready. I grabbed the bar and lifted her legs up, spanking her bare bottom again and again with the various paddles. I spanked her pussy as well, making sure it was nice and red and sensitive.
I don’t think we’ve explicitly written about orgasm control here before, but we play with it on a regular basis. I’m sure we’ve mentioned it in passing when we wrote about other scenes, but I wasn’t able to find anything to link to from our previous posts.

I love everything about it, from orgasm denial to forced orgasms. Orgasm control is an integral part of our D/s relationship. I don’t specifically remember when we started playing with this dynamic, but we’ve had some incredible scenes involving and revolving around it.

One of my favorite memories from early in our relationship was during one of my first visits to L.A. Craig came to my hotel room in the morning and found me still in bed. He crawled into bed with me, intending, I’m sure, to take advantage of my morning affection. When he discovered that I’d already taken my morning pleasure, he decided that a punishment was in order. He gave me a sound spanking, including one of my first pussy spankings, followed by some very hot sex. I was hooked.
Then, it was on to the forced orgasm part. I put the Hitachi to her and she came and came and came. I fucked her with the glass dildo, the pussy spanking making everything heightened and more sensitive. Using the dildo, I denied her orgasm then. She'd get close, beg me to cum and and I'd say no, pulling out the dildo. Then I'd use it again. After the third time, she was on edge, so I switched the dildo out for the Hitachi again.

I applied the wand to her pussy and she was ready to explode. She begged and cried requesting to cum. I growled "No!" again and again. Finally, I pressed the wand into her. She works so hard to follow orders, particularly when it comes to orgasm denial. Her face grew red, she lifted off the bed like she was doing one long power crunch...and then BAM!

Lizzie fell back onto the pillow, grabbing her head. "It hurts!" I nearly panicked. What had happened? What was going on?

She was writhing in pain (not the good kind) and holding her head. I stopped everything and began to assess. She wasn't having a seizure or anything like that. Quickly I came to the conclusion: she had strained so much with the blood rushing to her face to attempt to control her orgasm she gave herself a massive, instant headache. Worse, that straining pulled muscles in her neck when she rose up to fight the urge.

This was most unexpected. We've had many orgasm control scenes in the past and nothing like this had happened before. Now, four days later, with Advil, a heating pad, hot baths, and limited motion she is still very sore and can't really move her head.

It'd be funny to crack a joke about it, but knowing how much she hurts and how much discomfort she's been in to the point it's disrupted sleep it's no laughing matter. So this ends up being a cautionary tale: be careful when you're doing something like this. It's not just about power exchange, control, and sex. It's also about sometimes experiencing an unexpected "scene kill" and dealing with it.

Next time, I'll have a very watchful eye on Lizzie to make sure when she is straining under the command to not orgasm that she isn't overdoing it.
So when the scene began this weekend, I was excited by the direction it was going. I hate denial in the moment, of course, but I thought I knew how the scene would end - with me a dripping, satisfied, puddle. (See this post, for an example of my expectations.)

That.

Didn’t.

Happen.

I’m not sure what did happen, though I know Craig has his theory. In the middle of our scene, I suddenly felt as though my head was, in fact, exploding.

I suffer from migraines, but they’ve been largely under control for the past six months. This felt like an instant, out-of-control migraine. I’ve never had one come on so suddenly or so intensely. In many ways, this was worse than a migraine. Perhaps worst of all, it was completely out of my experience. I didn’t know what was happening or what had gone wrong. I still don’t, really.

Craig stayed with me until the worst of it eased a bit, before he cleaned up from our scene. I’m very glad I was playing with someone I know and trust so much. He was able to calm me down and get me through it.

He’s also been incredible about taking care of the aftermath. Because while I still don’t know exactly what happened with my head, I know for certain that I pulled more muscles in that short moment than I’ve done doing any other activity (and I’ve done some stupid shit).

This scene ended rather dramatically. And not in the best way. Sometimes, I think it’s important to remember that things like this happen. Maybe it’s something less dramatic - you try something new that you thought you’d like and find out that it doesn’t quite push your buttons the right way. Or for whatever reason, the scene doesn’t end right. These things happen to everyone, I think. The important part is how everyone reacts afterwards. I know I’m incredibly lucky to have Craig. We’re able to talk about anything and work through things. And although he’s a “scary sadist”, he’s still a wonderfully caring and thoughtful person.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Debauchery

Last Saturday was Taboo, a day-long series of demonstrations and classes put on by the Monarchs, followed by Debauchery, a play party for members and guests.

I always enjoy when we put on a play party. This time it was even better because it was also Taboo, a day of classes put on by members of the Monarchs. Topics ranged from extreme rope play to needle play basics to enema play. Lizzie and I were there to help but we also wanted to see a few specific classes that day, including an interrogation class.

Things moved along and it got to be afternoon. Lizzie wasn't feeling well so I took her home to get a nap. This was going to be a necessity because our dear friends Michael & Kate were in town and were driving from where they were staying to be there for Debauchery, and Lizzie and I had discussed a particular scene we wanted to have.
I wish I had the stamina for a day full of classes and demonstrations followed by a play party. I enjoy learning about new things during demonstrations and classes. And, of course, I love the play parties hosted by the Monarchs. But having all that in one day proved too much for me.

We were able to attend some of the classes. But we had to skip some so that Craig could bring me home so that I could take a nap. I was sorry to miss out, but I’m glad Craig made the decision that he did. I needed the nap to make it through the evening.

We had dinner with our wonderful friends, Michael & Kate. It’s always so much fun to catch up with our friends from out of town.
Nap complete, we drove to meet Michael & Kate for dinner before we had to show up to prep for the party. It was great catching up with them. They followed us to the dungeon where Debauchery was happening and we got there in time to quickly turn the facility from classroom setting to proper dungeon, set up dinner/snacks and get ready for fun.

The evening progressed and before too long Michael and Lizzie went to one of the theme rooms (the dungeon has a classroom, a doctor's office exam room, an industrial space, etc.) for some OTK. After, Lizzie was in the kitchen and one of the Monarchs was there, waving around a strap with mock (or possibly sincere) menace.

Lizzie loves the strap—it's truly her favorite thing—and she did a little taunting over the buffet of food before, with a quick nod from me, a proper strapping took place as this fellow's girl and myself sat and talked play-by-play. He took of his belt and used that as well. It was a hard strapping, but I know Lizzie loves them, so I was a grinning ear to ear.

That impromptu scene over we went back to hang out with Michael & Kate, Lizzie sporting a bit of subspace. Soon it was time for Michael & Kate to head back to their hotel. They had an early flight out the next day. With the evening growing late, Lizzie and I looked for a room for our scene.

Unfortunately, things had gotten busy. Lizzie and I found a less than ideal space (just not the right furniture for our kind of scene). I knew that the scene we had planned (negotiated?) was off the table. It was getting late. Lizzie's bottom was already becoming bruised from the strapping, and I knew she was tired. So it was time to switch gears.

I bent her over a padded bench, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties and gave her a long, hard hand spanking, really giving it my all with a number of full body swings. Much to her surprise, I took off my belt and began to strap her. Lizzie is a pain slut. She'll take it (and love it) even if she's "played out." I knew (from watching) her strapping earlier in the evening had been intense but it hadn't been long, so I knew how far I could go with my own strapping.

I pushed her to the edge, pulled back, and turned to hand spanking again. It wasn't a long scene, but Lizzie was wobbly and a little loopy after we were done.

Description of the evening aside, it's always great when my Brothers and I can commune together and with others in the lifestyle. It's such a relaxing environment where both Lizzie and I feel at home and amongst our own...often more than at any other time. I know Lizzie loves to play with others occasionally and having the spanking with Michael (a favorite player of hers) and my Monarch Brother and his strap & belt really made it a pleasant, surprising evening for Lizzie.
I started the evening at Debauchery by helping to set up the snacks in the kitchen. As happens when we have such a wonderful spread of food, we ended up hanging out in the kitchen until it got too crowded. We moved out into the main room to socialize and sneak a peek at a few ongoing scenes.

Michael and I decided to retreat to one of the themed rooms to play ourselves. He started with an OTK spanking, which is always a lovely way to start an evening such as this. He moved on to use a strap and a flogger. I’m so glad we got this chance to connect.

After our scene, Michael asked me to send Kate to him so they could play. Having done that, I returned to the kitchen to see if I could find Craig again. Craig was in the kitchen, but I was totally distracted by one of the Monarchs who had a strap in hand.

As Craig mentioned, I have a thing for straps. I’ve even gone so far as to request that one of my favorite strappers give Craig some pointers on how to use a strap more effectively. A well-used strap is simply my favorite implement.

But adding to the appeal was the man holding the strap. He gets in my head, even when I don’t think he’s trying. I’m all nerves, and giggles, and blushes when we talk. So, of course, when he directed his threats at me I was thrilled to hear Craig agree.

With his girl and Craig watching (and providing some play-by-play commentary), he proceeded to give me a very hard strapping. It was absolutely marvelous! But most of my marks came from this scene, I think.

After I came down from that high, Craig and I finally got a chance to play. We had talked about having a scene full of struggling and restraint, but I was no longer in that headspace at all. Instead, Craig gave me a hard hand spanking and a long strapping. It wasn’t the scene we had planned, but it was still a wonderful chance to connect and play.

Now that we have the opportunity to play at home more often, these play parties aren't as important for us in terms of the scenes we have. It's more important to spend the time connecting with people and catching up with friends. Of course, we still enjoy the play!