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?
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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.
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.