Chicklet
plays well with self
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Sorry WD, stealing your flogging topic.
I was out at fetish night on Sunday, and a rigger I've never played with was there, so of course I slutted my way over to him and got hoisted up in the air. Because of the love for suspension, drool.
My date got to watch. Honestly I don't know if it was a date. I still don't.
The rigger asked if I wanted him to come over while I was up and all I could respond was "I don't want to scare him off! I don't know if we're on a date or not!" he laughed at me and asked if I'd accidentally brought a vanilla to fetish night. I said "No, but I might have brought a masochist..." either way, he didn't extend the invite once I was in the air.
So anyways, I'm in the air, in a pre-negotiated position because I've never done it before. On my stomach, knees bent with room to stretch my legs out. It was pointed out what a great position it would be for sex
Arms over my head in front of me.
I'm getting really in to it, I haven't played in a while, and when he asks if he can play with me a little I agree. So, he pulls out...
The Bunny Flogger.
Okay, I've seen these in the toy stores, online, a few in person. The only fur flogger that's ever attracted me was surprisingly thuddy, with weighted ends. He pulls out this little black thing, shows it to me, I nodded, so he moved behind me and started smacking me with it. I assume.
Is my ass made of leather? Can I not feel anything anymore? Is he touching me at all? I can't tell, oh my god. There's the faintest, FAINTEST sensation of *something* going on back there, and all my brain is saying is "please hurt me..."
smack smack smack (i think) smack smack smack. "Are you doing alright?" he asks. "I could fall asleep right here," I respond with a smile. That makes him laugh, and he continues smacking me.
I'm not the world's biggest fan of flogging. But this horrible little tease just got me all riled up for some heavy play, absolutely aching for it. Can we say FRUSTRATION?
Anyways. Wtf, bunny floggers. I can't believe they exist (says the masochist)
I was out at fetish night on Sunday, and a rigger I've never played with was there, so of course I slutted my way over to him and got hoisted up in the air. Because of the love for suspension, drool.
My date got to watch. Honestly I don't know if it was a date. I still don't.
The rigger asked if I wanted him to come over while I was up and all I could respond was "I don't want to scare him off! I don't know if we're on a date or not!" he laughed at me and asked if I'd accidentally brought a vanilla to fetish night. I said "No, but I might have brought a masochist..." either way, he didn't extend the invite once I was in the air.
So anyways, I'm in the air, in a pre-negotiated position because I've never done it before. On my stomach, knees bent with room to stretch my legs out. It was pointed out what a great position it would be for sex
I'm getting really in to it, I haven't played in a while, and when he asks if he can play with me a little I agree. So, he pulls out...
The Bunny Flogger.
Okay, I've seen these in the toy stores, online, a few in person. The only fur flogger that's ever attracted me was surprisingly thuddy, with weighted ends. He pulls out this little black thing, shows it to me, I nodded, so he moved behind me and started smacking me with it. I assume.
Is my ass made of leather? Can I not feel anything anymore? Is he touching me at all? I can't tell, oh my god. There's the faintest, FAINTEST sensation of *something* going on back there, and all my brain is saying is "please hurt me..."
smack smack smack (i think) smack smack smack. "Are you doing alright?" he asks. "I could fall asleep right here," I respond with a smile. That makes him laugh, and he continues smacking me.
I'm not the world's biggest fan of flogging. But this horrible little tease just got me all riled up for some heavy play, absolutely aching for it. Can we say FRUSTRATION?
Anyways. Wtf, bunny floggers. I can't believe they exist (says the masochist)