D/s

Blind Sensations

Steeled Snake D/s, Games, Meme, Wicked Wednesday

“So, here’s the deal…” she says with that grin.  “With it being Halloween, we’re going to play a game with a mask so you can earn some additional play time…”

My head: “whut?”

I should know better.  It’s just not ever simple.  She starts telling me what we’re doing – but I lose track because she’s coming at me with that full bondage hood mask we picked up a while ago.  It’s one of those stretchy, blindfold embedded, ear-muffling, fully head-covering masks.  I’m lost in the whole WTF of the situation.  Finally, I think to ask –

“Say what?!”

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15 minutes.

Steeled Snake D/s, FLR, Meme, Orgasm control, Wicked Wednesday

Have you ever wondered if you could maintain something for 15 minutes if the stakes were high enough, that you weren’t used to lasting that long unrelentingly?  How’s that for a question?

Well, I’ve thought about it.  I mean, not unprompted, of course.  The prompting comes from you…

You sit down, cozying up next to me with this grin on your face.  “We’re going to give you a test today!” is how you open the challenge.  “Do you have a favorite metronome speed?”

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But that would be too easy…

Steeled Snake D/s, Games, Meme

It’s been a really long day and as we’re just sitting chatting, you keep talking, but stand up and do this extremely slow, deliberate undressing.  If you were only listening to what’s going on, you’d not even realize something had changed; you keep up the conversation, you keep asking questions, the whole bit.

But if I stop to watch, or make any indication that I “notice” (puhleaze, not something I will miss), you stop and just look at me until it’s back to normal. Then you move forward… button by agonizing button.  Untucking, undressing, even throwing in some gyrating…

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Just a Tug, and a Wrap

Steeled Snake D/s, Fiction?, Impact Play, Spanking

It started innocently enough.  We were messing around, joking about this or that, had already had dinner.  It was one of those really casual, easy evenings where everyone’s guard is down, everyone’s just relaxed.

I go to sit down next to you on the couch and don’t think much of it.  After I sit though, I can feel your eyes burning into me.  I look up to see that, sure enough, you’re staring straight at me with this… look.  You know me and looks, so I’m trying to figure out what I’ve done that wasn’t quite right.

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