It seems such a cliche’ thing that you hear all the time in this community.
Be careful what you wish for. You may get it.
This was certainly the case this time.
Surprise Service Submission
“Honey, can you come in here a minute please?”
It’s all I hear from the other side of the house. I wander through, trying to figure out where you are and finally find you in the library, in your personal space, with your books and books and more books. This is where you come to escape. But when I look at you, you’re in what can only be called classic librarian mode. Sort of.
You’re there, hair up, glasses on, pencil in your mouth, facing the other way, leaned back in your most comfortable reading chair. You’re in this dreamy state that I think I recognize…
Of Metal Rings and Control
This is actually a ball weight – but it makes a fun cock ring too – of the bolt-on variety.
She certainly knows how to keep things interesting.
Orgasm Control vs. Orgasm Denial
Snake and I have been having this long winded discussion about whether we are doing control or denial. This, of course, means that we have to actually figure out what we mean by those two words….
This all started last week when Thumper posted his May metrics. We, being the nerds that we are, also have spreadsheets and ratios and all of that. Thumper said that he was at 11 for the year so I had to check our stats. Snake is at 6.
Red Buns, Staying Put
There are many aspects of This Thing We Do (TTWD) that *seem* really mental or *seem* really physical. But so many times, it ends up being both.
For me, that’s the case with impact play. Honestly, I went into it thinking it was a mental “game” – just dealing with it and that I could get past it. But the physical side of things surprises me every. single. time.
I’m “in training” I suppose – I’ve had times where we warm up and I feel pretty good about my control and response and even love it. But then the times that come with no warm-up… not my favorite thing. I’m still working on those times.
A Game [was] Afoot
Our recent weekend Scrabble challenge [and results] took place over Memorial Day weekend.
See? I can be involved in the challenge AND be patriotic.
Making Dinner
When I walk in you ask me to tell you about my day – we start some typical banter, I realize that everything I say is met with “mmmhmmm” and “oh, I see…” in an exaggerated way. You could not care less what I’m talking about and you are somewhere else as we get things around to start making dinner.
I try to find out what’s up, but you’re having none of it, egging me in to tell you more about my day. But you stay disjointed, truly uninterested in this comic way. I finally start to give up and start to move away and you stop.
The Scrabble Tiles Are Out Again
Long weekends seem to bring out the fun-loving spontaneous side of me. Or, as Snake likes to put it, the evil and devious side of me. [Snake: I think that depends on your perspective. “fun-loving” – I do think “devious” is more apt] Either way, it’s time for another Scrabble challenge. If you don’t remember the previous ones, here is the first challenge and here is the second one.
[Snake: I KNEW this was coming. After two wins, I even told her after the last one that I was sure that the next one was going to be on the hairy edge of impossible. She hasn’t disappointed.]
Update….Yup—Still Around
I know the Snake Den has been pretty quiet recently. There have been pics and the rare post and story, but not the usual stuff. Muggle life has been keeping us way too busy…
Work… blah, blah, blah… family… blah, blah, blah… miscellaneous nonsense… blah, blah, blah… You get the picture and it’s boring and the same for everyone so, yeah…
Photo: The Wartenberg Wheel
Ah yes. The wheel. We’ve written about it before, and it remains one of Charmer’s favorite toys to amp up the physical side of things. It’s a weird thing, that wheel is. When it first starts, even the slightest rolling over my skin is crazy sharp.
Give me a few minutes though and pretty much anything, anywhere works and even starts to feel good. It’s something I’ll never understand. And it’s not every time either, though it is pretty reliable.
So, today’s picture – is one of Charmer’s toys from her bag of tricks.
Rope and Fixtures
We are both excited to try out some new items that have arrived. We set aside the time to just relax, goof around and then get down to the business of new toys and options. As we’re sitting there talking and just trying to turn off the day, you tell me that you need me to go get “the box” and “the furniture.”
Seems a little strange, perhaps. But I expected the box, that’s where our new rope is. But the furniture is a different story and intent. When I come back with the different things after a couple of trips, you just point to the middle of the room where you’ve moved the table and have a blanket out.
I lay out our brand new rope and you tell me I just need to check out and come back in a bit. I look at you oddly but you just grin and let me know that you’d prefer I not say a word, instead just let you do whatever comes to mind in whatever way it comes to mind. Sure, safewords are in place, but anything short of that, just let it happen.
Rock Climbing… and Sex and Anonymity
I love rock climbing. I have a great group of friends who really enjoy rock climbing too – but they like different things about it. It seems like we’re always discovering new techniques, new tricks, new things that are fun. I love hearing their stories too – things they’ve done and experienced, things they try and either succeed or fail at.
One of the things I really love about rock climbing is the adrenaline rush. When it comes to a new challenge or a new technique, it’s so much fun to try with with toys, from rope to clamps and even special rock climbing clothes we find. It adds a lot to the overall fun of things and can really help the rock climbing experience.
Photo: Pay Careful Attention *right now*
Sometimes you need to just STOP and pay very close attention to what she needs in the moment. This seems like one of those times.
Hair Is a Great Handle- Always in Control
Sometimes, just when I get a bit full of myself, she’s been known to push into my hair and take back control of things. It’s a fast and clear signal to keep my priorities just right.
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She Says My Voice Changes for Her
Dinner was wonderful. Nice restaurant, great drinks, and the food was so good. It was one of those casual “hits” where it all just comes together and makes it a relaxing, fun evening. As we are walking out, you snuggle up under my arm, nuzzling in against me.
There is this weird, wonderful disconnect that I crave with you. I can see in your eyes that the Domme side is running through you, but often, before we have play time, you have this tenderness about you, this intense tenderness that takes the world away. This is one of those times and I slow down a bit walking to the car, just to extend the time. Selfish, but really nice.
On our way home, you’re talking about friends, happenings, the week – just small talk. You scoot over closer and put your hand on my cage just completely nonchalantly. I look at you and grin and you don’t even look back to meet my gaze. You just keep the conversation going. You’re pretending it’s not happening, but within just a few seconds, that cage beneath your hands is fully-engaged and hiding what you do to me.
Submission, D/s FLR, Getting it “Right”
It’s been an interesting time around the Snake den. Some good, some challenging, you know, like normal life. But I’m one to look back after the fact and try to dissect the good and the bad, try to understand it. It’s my little present to Charmer, just to do my best to drive her a little nuts.
I’m learning. A lot. I’m learning that I have so much to grow into on the /s/ side of things. I ‘m learning about the impact of small, tiny, eensy-weensy things that add up to mixed signals and weird outcomes. Little missed cues, things like that. Oh, and yes, the dreaded (cue the big booming voice) topping from the bottom.
Sinful Sunday #35 – Come Hither: Redefined.
D/s relationships redefine the term “come hither” – when the rope or chain is coiled, the clips are out and the cuffs are nearby, “come hither” has all sorts of new meanings…
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Shower Torture
I’m sure you know how it is. You get up, you mindlessly wander to the shower and try to jump start your engine to get the day going. The warm water, the ritual of getting presentable … it all comes together to help.
So, there I am. I’m in the shower, washing my hair. Trying to turn on my intellectual lights. As I’m scrubbing away, I suddenly hear the shower curtain pull back, you grab me by the waist and place me in the corner of the shower, out of the stream of water, suds in my hair, eyes closed.
And the Answer is…
Last night was one of our rare nights alone with no dance lessons or practice. So, of course, it was time for some teasing and play…
We had to do our photo for #boobday so that’s always a fun tease to begin the night. Snake gets to be behind the camera and take lots of shots and be a professional. No touching, just looking. And, sometimes, you know, it does take a while to get the right shot.
SOUNDING Like Fun Torture
As we wander into the play area, you’re already grinning from ear to ear. I can tell you’ve been thinking about this for awhile, and have ideas about what you want to do. Pretty unusual since you’re more of a “by the seat of your pants” type, but every now and then, you’ve planned things out in detail in your mind’s eye and this is one of those.
Closing and locking the door you walk me to the center of the room, put on my wrist cuffs and attach a chain, sit me on a stool you have there. When my hands are up over my head, just enough to stretch well, you attach them to the rings. I’m sort of dangling there, twisting a bit trying to get relaxed into the tug on my arms.
Getting What He Wants in an FLR
Handing over control is a powerful idea for a lot of guys – chastity goes hand-in-hand with this – you lock it up and hand over the keys and voila! She runs your life, makes the decisions, and things are wonderful. It’s exactly as you imagined it.
Except that’s not how it goes. The reality is you’re two people. You have to work out how you’ll work together, how she’ll make decisions and more. But most of all, she gets to run the show. On the surface, that’s the point. At a deeper level, it’s a huge change.
Who’s the Boss? (She is)
At the end of the week, as the work day starts to wind down, I’m working to finish up, get everyone their final bits to be done for the day. I’ve been heads-down for hours, door shut, putting together the dreaded weekend lists for everyone to finish up over the weekend.
There’s a soft knock at the door and I try to ignore it. But the knocking comes again, this time louder. I mumble something resembling “come in,” hoping that whomever is on the other side of the door will take the hint and go away. Nothing happens. I grin to myself, thinking I succeeded, then the knock again. Now I’m getting annoyed. “Come in!” is all I can get out, with an expletive or two under my breath afterward.
What Chastity Has Meant to Me (Male Chastity Day 2016)
Charmer has shared her thoughts (here and here) about Chastity and what it’s meant. I thought I’d do the same. My perspective is a little different – same end point, but from a different angle.
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Charmer’s Thoughts on the Cage Part 2
About two weeks ago I wrote about my thoughts when we first started using THE CAGE….I don’t know why but for some reason it always seems like it needs a booming voice to say that.
I talked about the history of our use of THE CAGE–see, you are doing it in your head now too, aren’t you?–and opened up a whole new question set. I said that we didn’t think anything would really change and left it there. Since then there have been a couple of questions about what changed so I’m going to try to talk about that in some coherent way. No promises.
That Damn Wheel Again
We had a rare opportunity of having the house to ourselves this last weekend, so noisier play was something that was possible. Charmer seems to always have a way of taking advantage of that – and this was no different.
She’d already sort of given me a hint – ok, slap upside the head – about some of what we’d be doing because she told me to make sure the clamps were out (why does it bug me to say “nipple clamps?”) and that the TENS unit was fully charged. We’ve played with the (!) clamps before of course – and the TENS unit we dabbled with but didn’t really push.