It’s intteresting… when I have met people in “the community” (online, I mean, come on, I’m a chicken-sh*t in person) it takes them awhile to figure out the moniker.Continue reading
What a glorious day – the beach is beautiful, the sun is perfect. Not too hot, but that special warmth on the skin that makes you want to just take pause and lean back and enjoy it. There’s a slight breeze even, coming off the ocean and through the small bushes and trees up and down the beach. We have this perfect spot, clean sand, some greenery, easy short trip to the cabana bar and just… silence.
Just in case it’s no…
One of the things about chastity toys and devices and how you approach it is that it’s so different person-to-person – or at least you have a lot of options in how you want to approach it. For some it’s outright denial. For others it’s a bondage-type thing. For still others it’s a “control” thing.
For some, the steel is a great thing. And that’s just an initial pass, and doesn’t take into account power exchange stuff or any combination of these and other things.
Everyone started arriving for the party and I noticed one thing in the people you’d invited. They were all women. You’d had presented the party as an afternoon get together – time by the pool, casual conversation, etc. You’d asked me to don my very best attire (think dress shorts and a sleeveless tux shirt and bowtie) and provide drinks for everyone, playing up the service side to have some fun. Nothing overt, just a ladies day at the pool, with service.
We’d spent the entire day walking and joking and eating and drinking and just exploring. We’d never been to this town before – and that was why we chose it – just completely unknown. Kind of lost track of the number of pubs and taste-testing of food.
It’s also been raining all day. The kind of rain that defeats the umbrella – where it’s just insistent and continuous and you eventually almost give up on it… and just fold up the umbrella.
We’re soaked to the core. The crowds are non-existent because of the rain and we’re enjoying just being silly, splashing around, goofing off a bit.
As night falls, the shops start to close up and we hunker down in a pub a bit out of the way that happens to still be open. We’re looking for some drinks and food and you start dropping little hints. You’ve turned the conversation into a bit of a Q&A, “what if I required you to do…” type questions. It’s a little out of the blue, but for the most part, I can admit I’m game.
Pardon me while I stretch a bit… it can be fun to be lazy…
Today’s required picture shows two of my favorite things (don’t worry, I won’t start singing).
Leather and Steel. Charmer got the leather for me as a sort of day collar add-on for the holidays. It rocks. The steel, well, yeah. You know me.
Today’s challenge was two-fold – I was asked to come up with the Sinful Sunday shot, but also that it push things a bit – ya know, me being shy and all that. After a couple of *REJECTED* ideas, Charmer decided this was artsy enough and pushed those blurred lines a bit.
We’ll call this one, “Always a tease.”
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.
This is the last in a series that we took. This shows off Charmer’s sadistic side a bit – it allows for some side to side play, but you’re not going *anywhere* meaningful. She has told me before that she prefers movement many times, rather than being absolutely locked in place.
Movement doesn’t mean you’re going anywhere, but (as they say), the struggle… is real. 🙂