The Princess stood on her tippy toes as she kissed the maintenance man. She knew it was wrong for her to be kissing a lowly worker, but she did not want to stop. She liked the way he kissed and she like the way he smelled and she liked how big he was.
Her body melted into him and she forgot about everything else. Yet she knew her father, the King, would be very disappointed if he found out. He would sigh and lecture her about how she needed to find someone worthy of her. But nothing could be worse than her mother finding out. The Queen would waste no time with sighs and lectures. She would grab the Princess by the hair and drag her to her chambers and lock her up forever.
The Princess decided that she would continue to sneak around with the maintenance man. She would be careful and no one would find out.
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August 24-26 – Edison, NJ The Floating World: I am teaching Sensory Deprivation & Control, Hot Wax To The Max, and Finding Your Way In The Scene
Sept 12-17 – Northeastern MD Dark Odyssey Summer Camp: I am teaching The Greedy Pig Loves Threesomes, Power Flogging, The ABC’s of BDSM and King Tut’s Kink: Mummification!
Sept 22 – Trenton, NJ KFE: teaching The Greedy Pig Battles the Green-eyed Monster
September 28-30 – San Jose, CA Folsom Fringe: teaching “CBT n a Nutshell” with Michael Blue and “The Greedy Pig Battles The Green-Eyed Monster” plus doing the keynote speech with Boymeat
October 12-14 Fayetteville, NC NCEdge: teaching “Sensory Deprivation & Control”
November 18 Baltimore, MD
Friends of Play House: teaching “Suspension Bondage”
On Friday night, I got to the dungeon late. The meet & greet had ended around 9pm and then dinner went late. I had a lobster and it was good.
Anyway, I walked in and my girlfriend found me immediately. I hugged her. “Ow! I just played with Mark and he beat the crap out of me. I am sore all over.”
Oh, Mark. He is one of the hottest players in the country. A switch who can dish it out *and* he take it. “Oh, Mark!” “He was nasty to me!”
I grabbed her butt. “Ow, that hurts, too!” I laughed and poked her thighs. “Ow!” “You really are a mess. What did he leave for me?” “My back.”
Hmmm. Her body was a regular paint by numbers canvas that was almost totally filled with black and blue. I grabbed her upper arm, dug in with my fingers and forced her to the floor. I then grabbed her hair and pulled her up on all fours beside me. “Let’s see how well you heel.”
I led her around the dungeon and stopped and looked at scenes. I controlled her as she moved on all fours. We were in the carpeted dungeon. She was wearing over-the-knee leather boots and in front she was on her knuckles. She regularly does pushups on her knuckles so this was not too terrible for her. Well, yes, it was. Every movement she made when she walked was painful. Crawling on the floor was worse. Her muscles were very sore.
This was so hot for me. Especially with her. It was like I had a sleek, muscular guard dog with me. Like a well-trained Doberman Pinscher at my side. I had to keep that image to myself, because my girlfriend hates puppy play, pony play, any kind of role play.
As if she read my mind, she said, “Honk!” I spun my head and looked at her. “I’m not a dog. I’m a goose. Honk!” I pulled her tighter, and said, “You’ve got species dysphoria. Huh!”
I kept walking and pulled her hair to make sure she heeled.
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Don Quixote went to Target and bought sheets. “New sheets for the Princess.” He ripped open the packaging and I helped him put them on the bed.
The sheets are sky blue. Not like a Titian sky blue or a Maxfield Parrish sky blue. More like a plain old sunny day in the country sky blue. The kind of sky blue that looks most blue when accompanied by some fluffy cumulus clouds.
The sheets do not have a high thread count. They are proletariat sheets. Hard working. They absorb copious amounts of fluid. Every kind of fluid imaginable. Pussy juice, semen,anal juice, g-spot juice, lube and spilled coffee. We really know how to mess up the sheets.
A month later, I visit and the sheets are in the dryer. Clean fresh sheets. I help him put them on the bed. And then later we proceed to mess up the sheets again.
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When Lee “Bridgett” Harrington canceled his trip to NYC, it left the TES Bondage SIG high and dry. The topic was “Rope Sex – Bondage for Lovemaking and More.” Rather than scramble for a last minute replacement, I decided to keep the rope bondage for sex topic and present it myself. I do like a challenge. I lucked out and got Kate to volunteer as my demo bunny. I think the class went pretty well. It’s something I should probably just polish up and add to my class list!
I am heading down to DC today. Spending some time with The Bitch of Dupont Circle and then teaching at the Master/slave Conference. Lexi will be in service to me for the weekend.
We were sitting at a table just socializing when I asked this question. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “I am tying him up tonight and I want someone to blow him while he’s all tied up.” “You mean in the dungeon? In public?” “Yes. That would be edge play for you. But you like edge play.”
She panicked a bit. I could see that she did not want to say no, but, for her, saying yes would be very scary. “We’ll see.” She was noncommittal. I did not pursue it further.
She found us later that night passing through the lobby on our way to the dungeon. She was totally psyched up to participate in our scene. Sometimes you just have to plant a seed, back off and let it come to you.
We found a spot and I blindfolded Boymeat with hot pink vetwrap. And then I began to tie him with ¼” hot pink rope. It was an intricate tie. Pretty and symmetrical. He became completely immobilized against a wooden ladder-type structure.
I invited her over. “Aren’t you going to free his hands?” “No! Why would I do that?” “So he can guide me.” “No. You ought to know how to give a blow job.”
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The Princess stood on her tippy toes as she kissed the maintenance man. She knew it was wrong for her to be kissing a lowly worker, but she did not want to stop. She liked the way he kissed and she like the way he smelled and she liked how big he was.
