Some poly, some kink, some other stuff ...

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Gosh Kim, your story is great for discussion. :D Though, I am very conscious of keeping your thread clear so readers can have a streamline experience. I just wish we could have side threads for each topic that comes up. ;)

Thanks :heart:

Racy I agree with those sentiments exactly. I am following as it does raise great points for discussion, and has been a very interesting read. It's good to read / see others points of view.
Good thread Kim.
 
Well thanks. It has sort of exceeded my initial expectations. It's nice that people feel happy to contribute.

QUOTE=RustyIron;85412751]Racy I agree with those sentiments exactly. I am following as it does raise great points for discussion, and has been a very interesting read. It's good to read / see others points of view.
Good thread Kim.[/QUOTE]
 
The evil black thing

OK, time to lighten the mood with a funny story. This requires a visual aid:
https://img1.r10.io/PIC/71627696/0/1/450/71627696.jpg

The product listing is here if you want to investigate further: http://www.lubezilla.com/pipedream-products-icicles-no-45-glass-anal-plug.html

So, at some point, TG and I went shopping ... by which I mean we perused a couple of websites local to me to find something for me to get that we could incorporate into some play. Specifically, an anal toy. And we found the above - it seemed to tick all the boxes in that it wasn't too scarey, it wasn't ugly or overly technical, it wasn't outrageously expensive, and it would do what we wanted. So I duly ordered it, arranged somewhere for it to be shipped to (that's surprisingly more complicated that you'd think), and it arrived ... yay! We tried it out a couple of times, and it did the job quite nicely - the feeling was perfect, and it was great that he knew exactly what I was using, so I guess could readily visualise what was happening.
The next time (this is maybe only the second or third time it was taking out of its box) he instructed me to insert it, using a lot of lube, and then use a vibrator vaginally. He knows that DP is one of my little fantasies, and this is about as close as you can get without one (or preferably two) people being physically co-present. So I came, a fair amount, and then at one point said 'just wait a minute - I just want to adjust the plug'. As you can see from the image, it has a little hooked ending ... except it turns out that hook isn't 100% effective, and the combination of a lot of lube, the smooth glass, and my orgasms obviously doing some muscular thing meant the whole freaking thing had disappeared.
Inside me.
And I was alone ... with a smooth glass object covered in lube stuck in place that God really intended NO ONE SHOULD PUT THINGS. (Well, OK, we obviously enjoy it, so maybe there's some intention that we should do that - but this wasn't a scenario that anyone could have envisaged.)
Luckily I'm not a panicker - I knew there was a solution to this, I just had to work out what it was ... but also, in another part of my brain, various things were running through it - how the fuck would I explain this at the emergency room. How would I even GET to the emergency room ... would I have to call an ambulance ... except I lived in a small unit adjacent to my landlady's house - who is also a work colleague AND her daughter is an ambulance officer in quite a small city, so ... fuck.
Eventually I got it out - it ultimately just took perseverance and stretching things FAR more than I thought they could be stretched.
But obviously, through all this, poor TG was on the other end of the phone, completely helpless. He was valiantly making suggestions, and also not panicking. (Actually, later on he said he was panicking, but he knew he had to maintain a veneer of calm for my sake.) My favourite moment was when I finally got it sort - I was in the bathroom at that point, which is right next to my bedroom, and as I came back to bed I was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and when I got back to the phone he just burst out 'Why the hell are you laughing??!!!'

I sent a hilarious email to both the manufacturers and the retailers - we got a store credit with the retailers, and the manufacturers let us choose another item from their range that was sent to me absolutely free. I'll see if I can find the letter - it's buried in an email account somewhere, but it is pretty funny. I really hope it got stuck on the lunchroom noticeboard at at least one of the places.
 
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Oh - and just in case it wasn't clear, for ever after we referred to that particular item as 'the evil black thing', and it didn't get to come out of its box again.

OK, time to lighten the mood with a funny story. This requires a visual aid:
https://img1.r10.io/PIC/71627696/0/1/450/71627696.jpg

The product listing is here if you want to investigate further: http://www.lubezilla.com/pipedream-products-icicles-no-45-glass-anal-plug.html

So, at some point, TG and I went shopping ... by which I mean we perused a couple of websites local to me to find something for me to get that we could incorporate into some play. Specifically, an anal toy. And we found the above - it seemed to tick all the boxes in that it wasn't too scarey, it wasn't ugly or overly technical, it wasn't outrageously expensive, and it would do what we wanted. So I duly ordered it, arranged somewhere for it to be shipped to (that's surprisingly more complicated that you'd think), and it arrived ... yay! We tried it out a couple of times, and it did the job quite nicely - the feeling was perfect, and it was great that he knew exactly what I was using, so I guess could readily visualise what was happening.
The next time (this is maybe only the second or third time it was taking out of its box) he instructed me to insert it, using a lot of lube, and then use a vibrator vaginally. He knows that DP is one of my little fantasies, and this is about as close as you can get without one (or preferably two) people being physically co-present. So I came, a fair amount, and then at one point said 'just wait a minute - I just want to adjust the plug'. As you can see from the image, it has a little hooked ending ... except it turns out that hook isn't 100% effective, and the combination of a lot of lube, the smooth glass, and my orgasms obviously doing some muscular thing meant the whole freaking thing had disappeared.
Inside me.
And I was alone ... with a smooth glass object covered in lube stuck in place that God really intended NO ONE SHOULD PUT THINGS. (Well, OK, we obviously enjoy it, so maybe there's some intention that we should do that - but this wasn't a scenario that anyone could have envisaged.)
Luckily I'm not a panicker - I knew there was a solution to this, I just had to work out what it was ... but also, in another part of my brain, various things were running through it - how the fuck would I explain this at the emergency room. How would I even GET to the emergency room ... would I have to call an ambulance ... except I lived in a small unit adjacent to my landlady's house - who is also a work colleague AND her daughter is an ambulance officer in quite a small city, so ... fuck.
Eventually I got it out - it ultimately just took perseverance and stretching things FAR more than I thought they could be stretched.
But obviously, through all this, poor TG was on the other end of the phone, completely helpless. He was valiantly making suggestions, and also not panicking. (Actually, later on he said he was panicking, but he knew he had to maintain a veneer of calm for my sake.) My favourite moment was when I finally got it sort - I was in the bathroom at that point, which is right next to my bedroom, and as I came back to bed I was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and when I got back to the phone he just burst out 'Why the hell are you laughing??!!!'

I sent a hilarious email to both the manufacturers and the retailers - we got a store credit with the retailers, and the manufacturers let us choose another item from their range that was sent to me absolutely free. I'll see if I can find the letter - it's buried in an email account somewhere, but it is pretty funny. I really hope it got stuck on the lunchroom noticeboard at at least one of the places.
 
Evil black thing postscript

I found the email I sent to the retail site:

"I'm just wanting to let you know about an issue I had with an item I purchased from you in May (see below for my order details) - specifically the Icicle No. 45. It took a while for me to get around to actually using this - in the last week, actually. The first time we tried it anally, it was brilliant. However, the second time there was a bit of a problem - in this instance, the Icicle was being used anally again, in conjunction with a dildo used vaginally. OK, so obviously there's also a fair bit of lube involved in this whole scenario too. Everything was going swimmingly, until I reached around to move the Icicle a bit for some added stimulation ... and the handle (which was definitely resting in the right place initially) had disappeared. Yes, somehow the entire thing was inside me. Obviously this wasn't ideal, especially as the other person involved was unfortunately over 10,000 km on the other end of a phone, so it was pretty much all down to me to sort this out. If you have a look at these things, you can see that they are slippery little buggers, especially when there's lube involved. Trust me, extracting it was NOT an easy undertaking, and I seriously thought I was going to have to get myself off to A&E (which could well have further ramifications that would have been pretty unpleasant). Luckily I did manage to get it out, but it wasn't the best couple of minutes of my life, and as I'm sure you can imagine, my friend on the other end of the phone was a bit freaked as well.

I just want to be clear that this was (a) not user error - the toy was sitting totally as it should be and (b) not due to something about me - anal isn't something that I do an awful lot, and I'd say there's been something in there ten times in my life, at the most. So there's pretty clearly a design flaw in there somewhere that you, and probably the manufacturers should be aware of."
 
That was an awesome story, Kim, although no doubt quite scary at the time. Loved your email......was their response equally amusing?
Solo play time can be tricky.....I remember phone sex with a Lit friend in the U.K. and she ended up handcuffed to her bed, nude, with the key out of reach. Housemate and his gf got a gorgeous surprise when they rescued her.
 
Their response was to let me choose something else that would be less risky.

We did talk about handcuffs a couple of times ... he came up with the ingenuous idea of putting the key in a cube of ice, so I'd be restrained for some of the time, but then able to free myself eventually. We never put that into practice though ... I know how easy it is for those cuffs to end up not being able to be unlocked. And I didn't have a housemate.

That was an awesome story, Kim, although no doubt quite scary at the time. Loved your email......was their response equally amusing?
Solo play time can be tricky.....I remember phone sex with a Lit friend in the U.K. and she ended up handcuffed to her bed, nude, with the key out of reach. Housemate and his gf got a gorgeous surprise when they rescued her.
 
The sequel to that was to wear the key as a necklace......oh, and he enjoyed the surprise so much that they starting fuckingand became lovers. Happy ending from a happy ending!
 
The sequel to that was to wear the key as a necklace......oh, and he enjoyed the surprise so much that they starting fuckingand became lovers. Happy ending from a happy ending!

LOL - that is an awesome story. I just ended up with a toy that's stayed in the drawer ever since.
 
Ok question but could this be used vaginally? Would the glass hook hit the clit just right?

Hmmm ... I'm not entirely sure but I think not. I mean yes, it could be used vaginally but I don't think there'd be any clitoral stimulation
 
More memories

I'd purchased some nipple clamps at some point - probably along with the Evil Black Thing - which never really worked for their intended purpose. (I think that was user error - they're just bog-standard clamps, and there's no reason they shouldn't have worked.) But one day TG told me to get them, and then gave me quite detailed instructions regarding attaching one of them to my clit.
And then tightening it.
He had the most amazing capacity to tell what was going on with me just from my breathing, or whatever inconsequential sounds I might have made - seriously, he could tell just from that whether I'd moved from lying to being on my knees, without me saying anything, or if, after a particularly full-on session, I curled up (which one tends to do pretty automatically, especially in lieu of someone being physically able for a proper cuddle). (I'd love to be able to repeat back some of the reactions he told me he had to that, but that's really his thing, not for me to articulate in a public context.)
Anyway, I could literally hear him listening to my breathing, hearing the struggle I had between the pain and the pleasurable feeling that came with that. At some point through that he decided I'd enough and told me to let the clamp lose - it was one of the very few times - maybe the only time - I didn't follow instruction in that context and left it there ... that was maybe the first time I decided to see how far I could push myself, rather than him doing the pushing.
 
Planes trains and automobiles I

Circumstance meant we often ended up talking when TG was travelling – most often flying … and often these were times I was alone and ‘available’, so we fell into those moments being characterised by a particularly one-sided form of play. The level of participation he was able to engage in varied considerably depending on where he was – sometimes in departure lounges that weren’t too full, he could be quite explicit in his instruction and responses; other times, on crowded planes prior to take off for instance, he needed to be much more circumspect … but he’d come up with inventive ways to convey what I was to do or what he wanted without arousing suspicion, making it seem like he was giving some technical advice about something. (Well, that’s what it sounded like – god knows if anyone was really fooled.) There were a couple of things about this that I found an unexpected turn on. The first was knowing that he was powerless, to some extent – while he was usually still directing my play, I knew how constrained he was, and could hear that in his voice … it was always playful and fun, but the restraint that was necessary on his part was also audible. I’d love trying to imagine what he looked like at those moments, how he’d have to remain composed while I was literally cumming in his ear. The other aspect was the strangely exhibitionist aspect that the situation contained. I’d often start imagining that another man in the departure lounge who was nearby could hear what TG was saying and could piece together enough from that to work out what was going on. Audible evidence that he was in public also became an odd sort of turn-on for me – boarding calls, airline crew scanning tickets, cabin crew talking – knowing that everyday life was going on around him while he was listening to me.
I remember one instance where he was sitting on a plane prior to take off, and the cabin attendant came around offering some drink options, all of which I could hear as plain as day. Of course, he said ‘orange juice’, but I was shouting ‘Take the mimosa!’ in his ear the whole time. God knows how he kept a straight face. Another time – close to the last time we played this game – he wasn’t wearing a headphones, but was just using the phone like normal, and sitting on a plane prior to take off while I was cumming extremely loudly. He later told me there was a woman standing right next to him, putting stuff in the overhead locker, and he was sure she did hear me. I so wish he’d told me at the time …
 
As you were describing that Kim, the images played out perfectly in my head as if I was watching a movie. Good stuff!
 
As you were describing that Kim, the images played out perfectly in my head as if I was watching a movie. Good stuff!

Thanks ... it was an interesting time. Every now and then I'd think 'WTF am I doing?', but mostly it was so much fun, and he was so gorgeous, it was all just incredibly easy.
 
The Passenger

PT&A I

This was an interesting dynamic for us. I presume I have permission here, but the airport lounge scenes kicked this all off. I would tease that I wasn't the only man dressed in a suit at the club waiting for the next flight. Then I'd openly discuss which of them might have similar traits to my own. As I built her up, I'd tease her that I'd take my phone off headset and onto speaker which fed into a light humiliation and possible exhibitionist vector (confirmed later).

I added a bit more to this by threatening to hand my headset to another man to finish her off (she already discussed wanting an MFM previously in the thread).She'd explode as predicted (when directed).

As you'd imagine, my flight would near and I'd make my way from the club to the gate and board whist we continued our conversation. It was fun to be covert to get her off before takeoff. She enjoyed it immensely that I could direct her with a fellow passenger sitting to my flank.

However, what transpired was her brattiness seeping through a bit which I encouraged. This was a new twist to our thing. (As you know, Kim has spirit and that has always been a draw for me). She turned the tables and teased me when I would have no immediate recourse. As she noted, I remained calm but inside....I wanted to rip the chair from its bolts to the floor. She loved knowing blood was flowing and I was trapped in my seat - usually for hours where my mind would be singularly focused.

It made for good follow up engagements. I'll leave it at that.

Mimosa...that recollection made me smile. It was all gorgeous and incredibly easy. Very well said, K.
 
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OK, time to lighten the mood with a funny story......My favourite moment was when I finally got it sort - I was in the bathroom at that point, which is right next to my bedroom, and as I came back to bed I was laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, and when I got back to the phone he just burst out 'Why the hell are you laughing??!!!'

I've always contended the post-play or nonsexual discussions were just as meaningful/important/fun. We laughed for weeks after the 'evil black thing' moment. I still chuckle. As K mentioned, it was oddly almost worth it (and all that happened to me was a spike in my blood pressure).

I'm glad she's not one to panic but I needed to remain cool for fear of instilling panic. Besides trying to have a rational thought, I was trying to determine how 911 worked in her home country and city. This obviously makes no sense as I didn't have her address but it's what flashed in my mind in case something very wrong happened. Yeah, talking her calmly through this while speedily thumb-typing on Google how emergency services worked over there. So, her laughter was both a relief to hear but also...slightly unnerving (hence my reaction).

K's unexpected reactions to events/experiences/comments made it all quite interesting/compelling/hot AF.
 
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