Collars are interesting – interesting in that they initially seem pretty light-handed in their usefulness, but then you find out that the symbolism combined with that usefulness can be huge. And the impact it has on you mentally and even physically can be really quite strong as well.
As we get on the elevator, I realize we won’t be alone. I had hoped to give the security camera guys an eyeful as we rode the elevator up and walked to our room, but it just wasn’t meant to be. It seems like stream of people getting on just never stopped.
That was when I realize you were backing into me, subtly, and driving me with your body to the back corner. I lean against the back wall, trying to not be too disappointed that we aren’t alone. I realize with start that your hand has remained behind you and, though it may (may) look innocent to others, it was positioned just so… before people even finish streaming in, you are slowly unzipping my pants.
Sounding is one of those kinks that seems like something no one in their right mind would want to do. I mean, seriously. You want to put a metal rod WHERE?
Sounding like fun torture (a Fiction? Story)
But I think it’s also perhaps one of those things that is surprising. It’s surprising because it’s so different, so intense and so on the edge of “ok” mentally that it has all sorts of intrigue and kink built into it.