Rope Update

Posted by packingvocals on Friday Feb 26, 2010 Under BDSM, Bondage, Genderqueer, Holden, Lesbian

Cross posted from Packing Vocals

Several months ago I wrote about starting to use rope in our BDSM adventures and how I was enjoying it very much. Well I thought it was time for an update.

After an initial spurt of enthusiasm where I learnt several knots which I put into practice frequently I didn’t learn anything more. I was using the knots I knew and finding them very useful as well as loving tying them but life sort of took over and I didn’t push myself to learn anything more. The quest of the rope slipped to the back of my mind, unheeded but not forgotten.

However recently my wife and I had a couple of days away on our own and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to expand my rope knowledge in a quiet and uninterruptable place. I had a good idea of what I wanted to practice and two brand new long pieces of rope to use as well as several existing pieces. I was also armed with the Two Knotty Boys book and their fabulous videos.

But I always have the persistent feeling that I should be able to do it perfectly without practice or more accurately that I should not practice on my wife. All along what I’ve really wanted to do is come to my wife rope perfect and impress her with my skill and expertise. While that’s possible with some knots what I wanted to learn to tie were more involved pieces that required another body to practice on. So I knew I had to bite the bullet and appear before my wife not rope perfect but prepared to learn while maintaining an air of control. (I think I managed but only my wife can confirm that!)

I knew that I would enjoy the experience but was also prepared to face the frustration of making mistakes and that cast a slight shadow over my anticipation. When the time came I started off slowly and nervously. Faced with what seemed to be a never ending length of rope I took a deep breath and began wrapping the first of several “loops” around my wife’s torso. The rope corset was simple enough; involving repetitive actions which allowed me time to relax into the process. As the afternoon wore on I became more confident and at ease with the rope even managing to be a little bit inventive towards the end.

I felt that the session was a success, that we both enjoyed it and were ultimately satisfied but I think more importantly several things, that maybe I’d known all along, were brought into sharper focus.

Firstly there’s the sense of ritual involved from untying the rope from its plait at the start to the repetition of certain movements all the way through to retying the rope at the end. It feels wrapped in ceremony and maybe even service although I couldn’t define who was serving who.  While working with the long pieces of rope I could see short cuts, ways to tie faster but I didn’t want them. Similarly there were times when my wife offered to move to accommodate “easier” tying but again that felt wrong.  I needed to feel the full length of the rope through each individual movement because that was/is part of the ritual and the depth of that surprised me

There’s the patience involved for both of us, taking care over the process means spending time over it. With practice I will get faster, or maybe not faster just more proficient and confident. There is also trust as with any of our BDSM scenes and our relationship as a whole.  And the trust is very deep. The patience and trust combined with the ritual of the rope produced almost a meditative effect, I personally felt serene and exceptionally relaxed both during and after. I was filled with the sense that we’d spent some real quality time together doing nothing but “playing” with the rope and trusting.

My own affinity with the rope grows whenever I use it, I would love to spend more time practicing and will, now I realise that I can practice on my wife and it still be a very special experience. There are times when the rope becomes an extension of my limbs and making it part of hands and body is something to aspire to. The touch of the rope on my skin is almost as divine as it looks against my wife’s skin. Another reason for not taking short cuts with the tying is that I don’t want to miss any opportunity to savour the rope.

Amongst all of that there is of course the deep satisfaction I get from “topping” and being in control which is only enhanced by the rope. But there is an extreme caring aspect, I feel like I’m wrapping love around my wife as I tie. That every millimetre of rope is a tiny metaphor for my adoration of her;  that the more time, patience and ritual I can put into it the more cherished she will feel ; that the more in tune and attuned to the rope I become the more it will link and tie us together.

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x-posted from Lady Evyl

Two weeks ago today I was at my host’s house in Raleigh North Carolina. I had been invited by Melequus to her home and city and local dungeon for a cell popping workshop. It was quite an honor and a pleasure to be there. Honestly so much happened in my 4 days there I am not sure where to start, what to talk about or in which order. So bare with me in this blog…just go with the flow!

Melequus lives in Cary county in a very cute and quaint country house with lots of land and a stable for 2 horses and is rented out! I had my own lovely room on the 2nd flour with a balcony. I am a city gal so for me this was completely different and I was gaga over the horse. This is horse country! Horses everywhere. In Quebec farm lands have mostly cows. Friday was leisurely and we drove around a bit in the town of Chapel Hill which is super cute actually. Its got a big university so it had lots of hip coffee shops and bars and all.

Danger was in the air though as soon as I arrived in NC…the coming snow and how everyone was freaking out about it…to the extent that both parties I was due to attend were possibly to be canceled. I am from Canada so even if the population there is very unaccustomed to snow I had a huge problem  sympathizing. The governor actually declared it a State of Emergency!!!!! I think I saw finally at most 3-4 inches accumulated. That is a flurry for me. But when in Rome….I did my best to smile and go with the flow.

But in the end nothing got canceled. Friday night a party was thrown in my honor at a Femdom dungeon called FAD…although the party was not a Femdom party as usual, just rented for me that night. An online friend, Nev, living in NC organized it for me and it was so wonderful to meet her in real life. During evening I also met rich. Mel had matched us up months ago on Fetlife in hopes that she would secure me an interesting sub to play with while there. rich and I had on/off communication and there was good potential. I did play with him that night and it was a very pleasant scene. he is not very experienced but seemed eager in his ignorance of what he liked or did not. Although he said CBT was something he enjoyed and I love CBT! he got quite a beating in the end, I got quite an interested crowd watching and fun was had by all.After our session he offered himself at my disposition 24hrs a day till my departure and also offered to drive us all to La Fortress the next day, the dungeon where I was to give my Cell Popping workshop. A sweet offer I gladly accepted since by now the snow was falling, La Fortress is normally a good 1hours drive and he claimed experience in bad driving weather conditions.

Saturday rich picked us up at 2 pm and we got there shortly before 4pm…the time I was due to start. I also never saw so many cars in ditches along the highway. Had it been nice it would have been a record attendance with 80 people signed up. But since it was the end of the world about 20 showed up…which is more then the normal monthly workshop. We even started an hour late as guest on their way called to say they were in a ditch but asked if we would wait lol. For the evening portion of the party about 35 people were present in total and as it was decided the day about 20 slept over as to not have to drive on the snow covered roads.  So it turned into a really fun slumber party and they had prepared eggs, bacon, biscuits and coffee in the morning.

La Fortress is awesome. Its an entire dungeon house in a country setting. The kitchen and living room are common grounds to socialize without play. The basement is a huge dungeon with about 10 stations. There is also a big medical room on the first floor and another play room and an attic. The workshop went really well and the demo was awesome too with my ’stunt-bottom’ being none other then Nefarious, Mr SouthEast Leatherfest 2009. I got lots of great feedback and 2 sessions in the evening involved Cell Popping. it was an honor to see people wanting to incorporate it into their play.

A bit later I did my 1st of 2 scenes that night with rich…a bondage scene with a bit of CBT, spanking, flogging and a wonderful mindfuck opportunity. We later had a 2nd scene too and I was just pleased by how well we played together and I just loved the submissive energy he was feeding me. The second scene involved him being tied to a padded ladder. At the end he came off the ladder shaking like a leaf. he said he could not remember the last time he had felt such an adrenaline rush. he may be new but has pain slut potential. I also incorporated a cell popping into our session. I wanted him to remember me for a while so I marked him with my initials on his hip. But this time we definitely had started to really feel a mutual connection. it was really nice having someone there with me, genuinely serving me, rather then a sub making an effort to please the visiting Mistress.

I asked rich to spend Sunday with me to give a bit of a break to my host who was by my side for 3 days now. he then took me on a drive through the country and the capital, Raleigh. I also asked to see the ghetto area as we just don’t have such ‘defined’ spots so much in Canada. Sure we have neighborhoods that tend to attract a larger number of particular ethnics but its not the same. Here its still has that old South flavor to it. It was not so bad and we did come across a spiffed up old police  car with a young dude in it. I got a pic and the driver saw me he was laughing and smiling. probably thought I liked his car when I was actually taking a ‘ghetto car’ pic.

After we went back to his place so he could shower before dinner. I picked his clothes, inspected the marks after 3 play sessions (lovely!) with Me and he showed me his gun collection as pr my request! GUNS…omg! Again, Canada is not a gun country. Sure people have them but you are not allowed to carry one on your person while walking down the street (legally). And honestly the majority do not own them. I have never been around guns. So I had to take a pic of  me with some of his guns.

We went out for dinner to a more traditional NC food place. I ordered a local wine and had chicken and dumplings (yummy). he ordered side dishes for me to try: pulled pork appetizer (excellent), creamy grits (not bad with the cheese), collard greens (meh, was OK) and corn bread (yummy) with Pot Liquor (gross). What is Pot Liquor you ask? It’s the liquid that is left behind after boiling vegetable greens and meat. rich told me as a kid this stuff was usually thrown out in the woods behind their house and no one would EVER consider ordering it, he found it funny to see that on the menu.

Sunday was a precious day spent in great company. It really made the trip. A note one play and the scene there. Fetish is non existent there…its just BDSM and they take it safely and seriously…they play a hell of a lot harder too in public. I am talk real sadism and blood play and all but completely done in a safe way. Honestly I liked it better then the current Montreal scene which is going towards fashionable fetish parties and pure BDSM night are getting more and more scarce. I hope to take what I learned on this level in NC and do my best to help Montreal find a more solid BDSM root again.

This last picture below I just received today from NC….it’s some of the last snow still found in Cary county from the ’storm’ when I was there. Too funny!

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FetInRealLife #9 – DIY Cuffs and Blindfolds
This covers a couple of the more basic necessities of bondage: Restraints and Blindfolds. Using the information in this video, you can throw together functional wrist and ankle restraints all for about $10.00. Additionally, I’ll show you a fast and easy blindfold that you can use with standard household items: a hand towel, and some rope or string.

As always, play safely. Always be careful not to injure someone, and always discuss limits ahead of time.

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Title: Vamps

Includes short story “Neighbors” by Elizabeth Black

Publisher: Torquere Press

Release Date: December 23, 2009

Format: E-book and print book

Type: Anthology

Authors: Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roerts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black

Genre: Erotic lesbian romance and erotica

Category: “Neighbors” – contemporary lesbian
(total anthology categories include lesbian, contemporary, paranormal, and vampire)

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2412

Starting at: $5.95

Edited by Lorna Hinson with stories by Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black

BLURB FOR “VAMPS”

Seductive. Dangerous. Sexy. Girls with fangs, women who hunt vampires, lovers who only come in the dark of the night. Vamps are not just female vampires; they’re femmes fatales. They’re the women your mother warned you about, and the things that go bump in the night. They’re beautiful and terrible, loving and disdainful.

Nine stories that range from historical to modern and from hard-boiled mystery to fantasy explore the world of the female vampire. They’re strippers and goddesses, bluestockings and hippies, but they all have one thing in common. Lust. Lust for blood, and lust for life, or maybe unlife. All of the night stalkers in Vamps are ready and willing to find a good time.

Some of the best authors in lesbian erotica and romance are here, spinning tales about the dark world of creatures of the night, and about the women who love them, women who are drawn to the power and freedom that the vampire embodies. Vamps features stories from: Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black. Vamp up your life a little today!

BLURB FOR “NEIGHBORS”

Conservative, staid Annie expected peace and quiet when she moved into the Calvert Street Apartments. Hoping to get some work done, since she worked from home, she set up her flat and her daily routine in her usual, boring, unsurprising way. Little did she know that her new neighbors, Angelina and Charlotte, would give her a run for her money in the excitement department. Angelina and Charlotte awakened Annie’smost secret lusts as they lured her out of her safety zone and into their fevered way of living.

EXCERPT FROM “NEIGHBORS”

It was dark when she heard clattering next door, and awakened on a couch. She couldn’t remember where she was. Once she caught her equilibrium, she recalled watching sitcoms on television while lying on the couch in the living room and falling asleep during a blue jeans commercial. She thought of Lina’s swinging legs encased in that napkin-sized remnant of denim, and felt her pussy go into melt-down.

She listened to the rustling in the next apartment. Charlotte and Lina had arrived home at nearly 3:30 am.

It appeared that her new neighbors had a guest. A male guest, judging from the baritone mingling with the familiar giggles.

They didn’t waste any time. The noises quickly moved from the living room to the bedroom adjacent to Annie’s bedroom.

She rose from the couch and stripped off her T-shirt, shorts, and underwear, dropping them in a heap on the floor as she walked into her bedroom. Nude, she lifted her nightgown from the end of the bed, and froze.

The bed in the apartment next door creaked. Baritone was fucking either Lina or Charlotte or both of them within a few feet from where Annie stood. Judging from the sound, that bed was positioned with one long side against the wall, just like Annie’s bed. If that wall wasn’t there, it would look like one, huge, king-sized bed.

She knelt on her mattress and touched the wall. It throbbed in time with the movement next door. Faint moaning drifted through the fake wood paneling. She pressed her torso against the wall. The throbbing pulsed through her breasts, coursed down her belly, and slammed into her groin. I’m getting warm just thinking about what they’re doing. Could the mere sound of their sex turn me on? She felt her pussy heat up and swell, moist and tender. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed them against the rough wood. Knowing that this one thin wall separated them by mere inches excited her even more. I have to be very quiet. If I make any noise, they’ll hear me through these thin walls. Her pussy pulsed in time with the thumping those hot bodies made as they pumped into each other. It tightened and cramped in search for anything big and thick to wrap itself around. She arched her back, feeling the thumping against the wall pound into her skin, through her belly, and into her warm pussy. She was so turned on she dug her fingernails into the paneling. Warm cream dribbled across her swollen lips, and slid down her right leg. She rubbed her nipples into the rough fake wood, and moaned. Soon, the creaking of the bedsprings increased to a crescendo. After a few deep and shrill ecstatic moans, all was still.

Annie hugged the wall in silence. Waves crashed against the beach outside her balcony, in time with her throbbing pussy. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead. The strong pulse between her legs begged for relief. She lay on her back atop her sheets and blankets. Her fingers found the moist lips. She rubbed her juices on her thighs and belly. The smell was musky. Delicious. Her fingers parted her lips, and massaged until they reached her swollen clit. The slightest touch was like an electric shock. Her legs bucked with each wave of pleasure. Her breath caught in her lungs, which were so full they threatened to burst. Her heart banged against her ribs, begging to be set free. She pulled at her nipples until they hardened to the size of purple gum drops. She wished her neck was long enough that she could lower her head and suck on them.

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Microfantasy Monday – contortion

Posted by dragon mage on Monday Dec 7, 2009 Under BDSM, Bondage, D/s, Dom/me, Domination, Dragon Mage

Crossposted from Lair of the Dragon Mage.

Microfantasy Monday is the brainchild of Ang – the Sweltering Celt.  She provides a topic each week.  The idea is to give a snapshot of a story, but still leave some to the imagination.

This week’s theme is “contortion.”

She watched him, unable to move, as he finished tieing the last knot. Her arms were stretched out, pulled towards the corners of the bed by the white rope tied around her wrists. Her legs were bent, held in place by several wraps of rope, and pulled apart by more rope running from her knees to the legs of the bed.  He tucked in the ends of the rope he had just tied around her feet – this one not only holding her feet together, but holding the Hitachi magic wand between them. Her checked the ropes to ensure they were tight enough to keep her legs and the Hitachi in place, and grinned at his work.

“One more thing to do, little one,” He said as he stepped over to the toy box.  He retrieved another length of rope and the tweezer nipple clamps.  He put the clamps on her nipples, tied the rope to the middle of the chain and then tied the other end of the rope to bar at the top of the headboard, tightening it enough to tug the clamps.

“Now to record this for … posterity, ” he chuckled. “I bet you’re wishing you were a contortionist right about now.”

She gave him her best glare as he started the video camera, an audio recorder and picked up his digital camera. He leaned over and kissed her, and then turned the magic wand on high and began to take pictures …

Dragon Mage

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YouTube Friday

Posted by Mystress Lady Evyl on Friday Dec 4, 2009 Under Bondage, Breath Play, Mummification, Mystress Lady Evyl, YouTube Friday

This is a very special YouTube Friday as it is My video during a mummification scene with a friend, Rubberdandy.

Enjoy

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Water + rope = heaven

Posted by alpine on Monday Nov 30, 2009 Under Alpine SubDreams, Bondage

Originally posted on Alpine Subdreams

After the little bit of water bondage that we did on Friday, PG decided that Sunday would be a great day to continue where we left off. I filled up the tub with warm water before climbing in making sure the water was perfect. PG sat outside of it and ordered me to move in the positions that he desired to get the rope where he wanted them. Rope was around my breast and my hands were tied to my side.

I was told to kneel in the full tub as he grabbed my hair and dunked me under water. The water surrounded me and without him holding me down, I would float back up. He would bring me back up, let me semi compose myself, tell me to take a deep breath and dunk me again. After holding me under water for a bit, he told me to sit up and we took a bit of a break for some sexual fun until he ordered me back on my knees and dunked me again. This time he added a bit more to it. As he dunked me he reached around and started finger fucking me, adding to the hotness that water bondage already is. I was soaking wet and with the feeling of water being moved all around me and his hand keeping my pussy busy, I was on cloud nine. We continued this for a while until he told me to lie on my back and we tried dunking from that angle but unfortunately it didn’t work and a nose plug will be needed for the future.

We played in the tub for just under a hour before it was time to dry off and curl up into bed. It was perfect and I was floaty, happy and horny.

A bit more information, I realized I don’t keep count when I’m submerge as the trust is there (I wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t). If I do have any trouble with being under water before he pulls me up, we have safety signals but every time I let a bit of bubbles out, he pulls me up. We don’t mess around with it as we would rather play it safe then push for another 5 seconds. If you decided to try water bondage, make sure you trust the person with your life as it is in their hands, do the proper research, have first aid training and make sure you have the strength and skill to do it. Here is a link to PG posting about his view of water bondage

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(Cross posted from Lair of the Dragon Mage)

(This story was inspired in part by a Twitter conversation I had with @WyldeKyttin. A chance comment on her part gave me a seed of an idea. The idea blossomed later that day, and I started writing when I got home. This story is the result. I hope you like it. )

They grin at each other as he parks his car in a dark corner of the employee parking lot behind the gym. She turns her head and looks at him and asks again, “Are you sure you won’t get into trouble for this?”

“I have keys and alarm codes, little one. A benefit of being the manager. And tonight, I’ll also get the benefits of being your personal trainer,” he says with a smile.

They walk casually across the parking lot, trading playful kisses on the way to the back door of the building. She waits as he opens the door and slips inside to disarm the alarm. When the beeping stops, he opens the door to let her into the dimly lit building, bringing the small duffel bag with them. He leads her to the men’s locker room and they find a pair of empty lockers. They open the lockers and undress, placing their street clothes into the lockers. She reaches for the duffel but he takes her hand and pulls her close for a kiss.

“You don’t need to get into that bag, little one.”

She starts to explain, “I need to put on my workout clothes,” but he cuts her off: “You are in your workout clothes for tonight.”

Her eyes widen as it dawns on her what he considers some of his benefits of being her trainer would be.

He takes her hand and turns towards the locker room exit, picking up the duffel bag as he leads her towards the workout floor, neither of them wearing anything but their shoes. She starts to turn towards the cardio equipment, expecting to start her workout on the treadmill as usual, but he leads her towards the strength machines instead.

“This workout will be a bit different, little one,” he says as they walk out onto the mat in the center of the large strength circuit. “We’ll need to stretch a bit to start.”  He stands next to her and they help each other stretch out, following the pattern that they had used many times before: her hands on his arms or legs to provide resistance as he stretches, and then his hands on her arms and legs. This time, however, his hands wander over her body to places he wouldn’t normally touch when the gym was occupied, and his touches get her heart going almost as well as a short cardio workout.

When they finish their stretching routine, he looks at her and says with a grin, “Ok, I think you’re warmed up enough now.” He lightly touches the back of her neck and then traces his fingertip around to her throat and down between her breasts.  He follows the curve of her body back up and around and laughs as she shivers from the feather-like touch. She pretends to pout when he laughs, and he smiles at her as he runs his finger around her nipple which hardens at his touch.  He takes her nipple between two fingers and pinches, just enough to hold on, and then he begins to walk towards the weight machines, leading her by tugging her nipple.  He leads her to the dual axis pull down machine, opens the duffel bag and removes a towel which he drapes on the seat, then waits as she adjusts the height of the seat and sits down. He leans in close and kisses her, and then turns and removes some rope from the duffel bag.

He walks around to the side of the machine and tells her to hold onto the handles. She looks questioningly at the rope in his hands, but stretches her arms up and takes hold of the handles. He slowly ties the rope around her wrists and the handles of the machine, and then kneels beside the machine, using the remaining length of rope to tie her ankles to the metal legs. He moves around the seat of the machine and pulls the pin from the weight stack, replacing it at the highest weight: nearly 300 pounds.

“That should keep you still for a bit,” He says as he returns to the duffel, taking out a deerskin flogger. He stands behind the machine, his eyes wandering over the lines and curves of her body as she sits with her back and arms stretched up to hold onto the handles. He swings the flogger gently, smiling as the flinches when the tips of the falls flick over her back. He swings again and again, each pass of the flogger bringing the falls a little closer, each pass letting more of the deerskin touch her her skin, each pass landing with a little more force until the large room is filled with the thuds of the flogger striking her back. He settles into a rhythm, swinging the flogger with practiced ease, always watching her reaction, always listening to the sound of the flogger, and to the sounds of his partner. On some swings, he leans in closer, letting the flogger strike her side so that the deerskin wraps around her taughtly stretched body to land on her breasts, the tips stinging her nipples.

He watches her, judging her reaction, and when her breathing changes, he slows the flogger, pulling back so that only the tips touch her, lightly brushing over her reddened skin. As she begins to slump against the rope, he stops. He steps in close and lifts her arms, untying the rope to release her hands from the handles and supporting her as her arms fall. She leans against him for several moments until she can catch her breath, and then sits up. He kneels beside her to release her feet and gather up the rope and flogger before standing up again. He helps her to stand and removes the towel from the seat, noting the damp spot with a laugh.

He sees the question in her eyes, and answers before she can ask, “There is more, little one. Time for the next machine.”  He leads her to the prone leg curl, laying the towel over the pads and helping her get into place face down on the machine. He pulls the rope from the duffel again, using it to secure her hands to the handles, and her legs to the lift bar.  He pulls a small rattan cane out of the duffel and stands next to the machine, laying the rattan across his lover’s exposed ass.

He lifts the cane and taps it lightly across her flesh, teasing her with each touch until he has the feel for the angle. He lifts his arm and waits for half a breath before letting it drop. As his arm comes down, he flicks his wrist, snapping the rattan sharply across her ass.

She gasps and jumps as much as the rope will allow as the rattan kisses her backside with a fiery sting, and then quickly sucks in another breath as he lifts his arm again, waiting for him to swing and jumping again as the cane lands with another stinging stripe.

He flicks the cane up and down, each swing leaving a pink welt across the pale skin of her buttocks, each touch of the rattan causing her to jump. He turns his hand and flicks his wrist, the cane crossing another mark and leaving a X shaped welt.  He flicks his wrist several more times, leaving welts over most of her ass and even a few on her upper thighs.

She breathes deeply as he sets the cane aside, the pain of the rattan having already pushed her into that floating place in her head. She allows her eyes to close as she lays across the pads of the weight machine and feels the sting of the cane welts start to sink in. Her eyes open in shock as the welts on her ass begin to burn again. She tries to focus on the sensation and slowly recognizes the pricking of his pinwheel as he rolls it on the cane welts.

The quiet of the gym is broken by her sudden cry, “That hurts!”

He laughs at her and puts a hand on her back, holding her down as he continues to slowly roll the pinwheel over the welts on her ass. When he has traced every cane welt with the wheel, he puts it back into the duffel bag and stands up again. He walks around to the front of the machine and stands there waiting.

She doesn’t hear him moving, and she doesn’t feel any new sensations, so she lifts her head and looks up, and finds herself eye level with his erect cock. She sighs as she feels his fingers twine into her hair, and then gasps as he pulls, lifting her head.

He tugs her hair, lifting her head a little higher, then steps closer, brushing his cock against her full lips. “Open up, little one,” he whispers to her. He pushes as her lips part, slowly sliding his cock into her mouth until he is almost completely inside of her. He grins as she wraps her lips around him, and then he slowly moves his hips back, withdrawing from her mouth until the tip of his cock is between her lips.  He moves his hips again, a little faster, forward and back, sliding his cock in and out, faster and harder until he is fucking her mouth.

He twists his fingers tighter into her hair and pushes forward, pressing his cock into her mouth as deeply as he can, reveling in the feeling as she fights to not gag.  He pulls out a little, letting her take a breath, then shoves himself into her throat again, holding her head in place with her hair. He pulls back again, waiting for her to suck in a ragged breath and pushes once more, holding himself as deeply inside her mouth as he can, holding her hair tightly to she can’t move.  He smiles as he feels her stop trying to pull away, as he feels her throat relax and accept him, and he slowly pulls back, sliding out of her mouth and releasing her hair.  He kneels in front of the machine, looks into her now eyes, now glassy and wide, and says, “Good girl.”

He loosens the rope gently, rubbing her ankles and wrists as the rope is removed. He trails kisses from her ankle up the back of her leg, nipping lightly at the welts on her ass before tracing the line of kisses up her back to her neck. She shivers as his lips touch her already sensitive skin.

He carefully helps her to her feet, holding her close and feeling his desire grow at the touch of her skin on his. He takes her face in his hands and lifts her chin, kissing her tenderly.  “Time for the next machine, little one,” he says and leads her around the path, stopping at the fly machine. He places the towel on the seat and helps her sit down, tieing her hands to the handles. He puts the pin into the weight stack at the heaviest weight, ensuring that she can’t move her arms and then steps back.  He kneels in front of her, leaning close and kissing her lips as his fingers brush over her skin.  He leans down, brushing his lips over her nipples as his hands glide down to her thighs, stroking lightly.

She shivers as his lips touch her nipples, and yelps as she feels his teeth on her.  Willingly, she opens her legs as his fingers stroke her thighs, and she arches her hips towards his fingers as they move closer to her center. He moves his hands over her inner thighs, moving closer but not touching her pussy, pulling back every time she pushes her hips closer to him.  He straightens his back and kisses her neck as his hand moves closer and closer, finally brushing his fingertips down her slit. She gasps and arches her back at the touch, and he bites her the base of her neck where it curves out to her shoulder.

Her gasp becomes a moan as his fingers touch her more firmly, and her moan fades to a sigh as he pulls them away again.  He kisses her ear softly, and then whispers, “Don’t come, little one. Not until I say.” She groans her understanding of his command and he kisses her mouth to quiet the groan.

He traces his finger from her knee up her thigh and continues, following the contours of her body, letting them lead him to where she wants him to touch her. He dips his head down and kisses the base of her throat as his finger find the wetness between her legs and slowly push inside. His free hand caresses her breast as his mouth captures hers once again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his finger.  The sensations threaten to overwhelm her, pushing her closer to orgasm with each passing minute.

He continues his assault on her body and senses, watching her respond to his touch, waiting for just the right moment. As he feels her body tense in preparation for orgasm, he stops and leans back, not touching her at all, only watching.  For a moment, there is silence: neither of them even breath, but the silence is broken by her moan of disappointment.

He smiles at her, leaning forward and dropping his head lower, kissing her thighs and then biting. She closes her legs around his head as his teeth mark her flesh and he reaches up quickly, slapping her leg to remind her to keep them where he put them. She slowly opens her legs again, and he turns his head, pushing forward until his mouth finds her pussy, already wet from the evening’s workout. His tongue follows her lips, lightly touching and teasing, up and down, until it brushes her clitoris. She jumps at the expected but surprising touch but quickly rolls her hips forward, pushing her pussy towards his mouth, but he backs away, maintaining only a light, teasing touch.

He pulls back, looking into her eyes with a smile as she begins to voice her disappointment. He holds her eyes with his as he slowly moves his mouth closer to her, a little at a time until his tongue is almost touching her pussy again, and then he waits. He waits until she begins to move her hips again, and as she rocks her hips to get closer to his mouth, he moves that last little bit, covers her clit with his mouth and gently sucks. Her hips begin to buck, pushing against him as he sucks harder and flicks the tip of his tongue across her clit. He watches her face as she tries to hold back her orgasm, stopping in time for her to follow his instructions.

He stands up and kisses her, his tongue sliding between her lips allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and then unties her wrists and helps her to stand up again. He walks her around the path past a few machines until they get to the reclining leg press, and he helps her to lie on her back on the pad. “Keep your feet on the floor for a moment, little one,” he says as she starts to pick her feet up to put them on the foot plate. “I need to make a quick adjustment.”

He puts the pin in the weight stack at the lightest setting and then opens the bag and pulls out some pieces of wood, some tape, her strap-on harness and a large dildo. He uses tape to hold a stack of several pieces wood on the footplate, and then arranges the harness around the footplate and the wood blocks. “Now put your feet up here, little one,” he instructs her. She lifts her feet and places them on the foot plate.  He takes the dildo and lines it up with her pussy. “Now lift the weights.” He puts the dildo into the harness lined up so the tip is barely touching her pussy when her legs are straightened.

“Let it back down slowly, love,” he says, and she slowly bends her knees, moaning as the dildo impales her. “Ah, good. That will do. Now, little one, it’s time to work those legs.” he tells her with a smile. She looks at him, her eyes wide, waiting, but he only watches her until she begins to move her legs. Each lift causing the dildo to slip almost all the way out of her cunt, and each return pushing it back inside of her.

“This is a low weight, little one, so do three sets of twelve to fifteen.” She looks at him, her eyes begging, asking what she dares not voice. “And,” he continues, “You better not come until I give you permission.” He counts her repetitions through three sets, and tells her to lift one more time when she reaches the last one. He kisses her mouth and whispers, “Good girl,” in her ear before removing the dildo and allowing her to relax as he removes his additions to the machine.

He puts everything but the towel back into the duffel and then helps her up from the pad. “There is one more we need to visit tonight, lover,” he says as she leans on him to stay upright. He helps her to the next place on the circuit: The free leg-lift. He holds her up while she steps onto the foot bars and puts her arms on the pads. He stands in front of her and says, “Now, little one, you need to lift your legs.”

She lifts her legs up and he moves in close enough that his body is touching hers. He steps up onto the foot bars slowly. “Put your legs around me, lover,” he whispers. She slides her legs around his waist as he touches his cock to her wet cunt. “Let yourself down just a bit now,” he breathes in her ear. She relaxes her arms as he stands up straight, sliding his cock inside of her. He looks into her eyes and kisses her as he begins to rock his hips. She uses her legs to pull him deeper inside of her, working her hips to meet his thrusting. He feels her body begin to tense as the evening’s play threatens to overwhelm her. He thrusts faster and harder, pushing her towards the climax he has been denying her all night, watching as she does her best to hold it off, as she does her best to obey. He bites her neck just under her ear and grins as she moans, and then when he feels that she is as close as she can get without losing control, he whispers in her ear, “Come for me, little one.”

Her body shudders and her legs tighten around him, pulling his cock deeper into her pussy as the orgasm washes over her like a wave. He waits for the shuddering to slow, for her body to relax a little, and then begins thrusting again. He bites her neck and shoulder as she works hard to hold onto the frame. He feels himself coming close to his own orgasm and kisses her mouth before asking, “Are you ready for another one?”

She nods, and he rocks his hips faster, thrusting into her pussy as fast as he can now. He feels his orgasm start to build, and knows he can’t hold back any longer. He whispers through ragged breaths in her ear, “Come with me, little one,” and he kisses her. Her body shudders and stiffens again as another orgasm takes her. He feels her come and allows that to push him over the edge into his own orgasm.

They stay there for moments that feel like hours, holding the feeling of being completely one as long as they can.  He feels her arms begin to shake from holding herself up, so he carefully steps down from the frame and helps her down. They sit on the mat, touching and kissing for several minutes as she gets her balance back enough to stand.

As he helps her back to the locker room, he turns and asks, “Did you like this workout, lover?”

Dragon Mage

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EARLY RELEASE TODAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2009 – FERAL HEAT
Head to Romance Divine starting tomorrow and pick up your copy of my hot menage, erotic bondage werewolf romp, FERAL HEAT. The official release date is November 27, but Romance Divine is releasing it now so you may get it early.

Title: Feral Heat

Publisher: Romance Divine

Release Date: 27 Nov 2009

ISBN: 978-1-934446-72-0

Author: Elizabeth Black

Format: E-Book

Length: 22,571 words

Genre: Romance

Category: Erotic, Werewolf, Gay, Paranormal, Multiple-Partner, Threesome

Price: $4.99

Buy link: http://www.romancedivine.com/FeralHeat.html

Blurb:

Grant and Sam were more than lovers; they shared a special secret. They also shared Grant’s roommate, Amelia, who was beginning to get suspicious about the two hunky males who disappeared every month. The sexy trio was not without their crises: Grant and Sam had a curse that continued to dog them, and Amelia’s soon-to-be ex had a bite that was as bad as his bark. It’s a howlin’ sexy time when author Elizabeth Black turns up the – Feral Heat.

Excerpt 1:

“We have a surprise for you,” Grant said. “I set this up while you were eating lunch.” He pulled down the sheets and comforter and pointed to the head of the bed. “Do you like what you see?”

At first, she wasn’t sure what peeked at her from behind the pillows. Black strips? What are they? Sam walked to one of the strips and unfastened it. She heard the sound of Velcro ripping. Oh, my God! They’re under-the-bed restraints! How long have these two been into bondage? Her pulse quickened as she thought of all the kinky possibilities in store for her now.

“I put the restraints on your bed earlier today. Consider them a ‘thank you’ present from me for letting me live with you for a few months. Now let Sam and I take care of you for the next few hours. We’ll fuck the tension out of you until you can’t do anything but drool.”

“I’d like that,” Amelia said. “So what do I do?”

“First, get out of your clothes,” Sam said. “We have more surprises for you.”

Within moments Amelia’s clothing lay on Sam and Grant’s pile. She scooted onto the bed, heart racing at the thought of the hot time she was about to have. She reclined, spread-eagle, and allowed Sam to restrain her wrists while Grant restrained her ankles. She’d had her eyes on both of them for several months, and felt thrilled, and a little nervous, over finally consummating her late night erotic fantasies. Feeling out of control and unable to move initially frightened her, since she didn’t like to feel helpless.

“Give in to us, Amelia.” Grant seemed to read her mind as he took a bottle from a small bag she hadn’t noticed before. He poured the liquid onto his palms and rubbed his hands together. He handed the bottle to Sam, who helped himself to some of the oil. The scent of rosemary wafted around her head and she inhaled the pleasant aroma, yielding to her desire to let go completely and let these two men tend to her needs.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Grant said. “We know you’ve been wanting this moment since you first saw the two of us. Give in to the helplessness. We’ll take good care of you. I know you’ve wanted the three of us to play for a long time, and now we’re going to make all your wishes come true.”

Grant and Sam started at her feet, rubbing her soles until her arches curled. Their fingers pressed in between each of her toes. As they massaged, her body relaxed, the tension melting from her legs and arms. She watched her two luscious lovers as they tended to her body, working out the knots in her calves and thighs, moving up her body until they reached her heat. Her pussy quivered, she desperately needed those talented fingers to massage her in her most intimate spot, but both men resisted. Amelia admired their bodies, glistening with sweat, and their erections drew her attention. I’m not the only one who’s aroused. She squirmed against the restraints, wishing fervently for her tormentors to touch her most sensitive spot, yet realizing they purposefully held off giving her the intense pleasure she needed. Restrained and helpless feels incredibly hot! I had no idea that giving in to the care of two sexy men could be so exciting!

They seemed so animal-like in their lust, much more so than they had a week earlier when she last worked with them. Grant’s hair and eyebrows seemed bushier, and if it wasn’t her imagination, both men seemed much more muscular than she last remembered. Grant’s arms bulged with muscle over muscle as he worked her thighs, and Sam’s blue eyes seemed even brighter and larger than they usually looked. She knew both of them could pin her to the bed with their bare arms if they had not already restrained her. With each passionate touch and gasp of breath, Amelia felt a bit of fear, since she had never seen these two delicious men so aroused, but she gave in to her feeling of being overpowered and at their mercy. Their mere touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Excerpt 2:

Grant stretched out on the grass, arms behind his head and legs extended, waiting for Sam’s gentle touch. When Sam’s hand stroked his chest, his heart skipped, even Sam’s slightest touch aroused him. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what he knew was coming. Sex will take my mind off my hunger. There’s nothing as distracting as a good blow job, especially from Sam. Grant relished Sam’s exquisite blow jobs, and he knew Sam would not disappoint him now. I need him, need his touch on me, anything to take my mind off this burning need for flesh. Sam’s lips brushed Grant’s shoulder, and then traveled down his chest to rest near his groin. Grant closed his eyes so he could fully enjoy Sam’s kiss, waiting until he felt those soft lips against his cock.

Sam’s lips wrapped around Grant’s cock, and in response Grant dug his fingers into the earth. With a gentle movement, those lips and mouth stroked his shaft, making him jump in Sam’s mouth. No other man ever had this kind of effect on me. I melt in his arms at his mere touch. Sam’s tongue, slick and warm, flicked in circles around Grant’s shaft, and Grant felt his erection grow harder as Sam’s tongue moved faster around him. Sam alternated between stroking Grant’s shaft with his tongue and then sucking hard on his head, all the while rolling his balls in his hand. Grant moaned and stiffened as Sam took all of him deep into his mouth, sucking and licking, driving him wild. Grant grabbed Sam’s head, pushing him harder against his cock, taking in his entire length, and Grant felt so close to coming his heart raced in his chest.

The sound of motors interrupted his passion. Grant opened his eyes in time to see a shooting star skitter below the full moon. Who is stupid enough to drive into the forest knowing there are wolves about? Little do they know what really lurks in Dogtown… Two burly men on dirt bikes bounced into the forest clearing as Grant and Sam rushed to find cover behind a copse of maple trees. To Grant’s horror, the two men stopped in the middle of the clearing and stepped away from their bikes. One grabbed a twelve pack of beer while the other wielded a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Hey, Lewis, toss me a brew. This heat is making me thirsty.”

Lewis tore open the twelve pack and threw a bottle at his friend. “You sure we should be out here? With the wolf warnings and all?”

“What are you, chicken shit? We ain’t gonna see no wolves. Besides, I got my gun.” He pulled a pistol from his back pocket and waved it in the air, setting off one round.
“Are you out of your mind, man? Don’t go attracting attention to us out here!”

“Those two aren’t going to go away any time soon, are they?” Sam growled in a whisper.

“No, and they smell like they’ve been drinking for hours. I can smell their sweat and stale booze breath from here.” Hackles stood up on Grant’s back as he watched the two men guzzle their beer. The lust for blood and fresh kill overwhelmed him, and he clawed the ground with his razor sharp claws.

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Another Podcast Up And Ready!

Posted by unspeakableaxe on Saturday Nov 21, 2009 Under Blogs, Bondage, Domination, Podcasts, axe

A conversation with my friend Troy Orleans about dating, doing dishes, the secret to getting her interested, play parties and a whole lot more.

Plus I take the begging for donations to a whole new level.

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