A few hours before I was to see him, we were discussing our evening. “Blowjobs, clowns, knives, and a cameo by Miss USA?” I asked.
“Two of those I can accomodate.”
“You have a clown?!”
Deviant tossed the leather pillow on to the floor and pointed to it. “Kneel.”
He placed onto me a set of heavy steel wrist cuffs, the type with a hinge that bind your wrists like handcuffs, wrapping each in thick, cold, metal, but still essentially being all one piece.
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He told me I would be punished… but not to the extent I would need the perfidious “punishment panties” again. Thank gods. I hate that red pile of thread; those panties, once so hot and fun, now meant only pain, shame, darkness. Even the word “punishment” – on its own – when coming from Deviant makes me shudder because my first thought is of that unwanted underwear.
Even with the caveat that they were not required for our session, I couldn’t get the image of the panties and what they put me through out of my head. It definitely had an effect on my headspace going into our session.
It all started a week before. I was out enjoying a mid-week happy hour with a girlfriend. The bartender liked us and our personal happy hour extended far past what other patrons were offered. We had such a good time, in fact, that I ended up taking her home to my apartment because there was no way she could drive home. (No, don’t ask. As much as the innuendo sounds good, we did not. Settled? Good.)
I spent three days cringing, clenching, and panicking. I was not only assigned the task to edge (as in, almost there, but no orgasm allowed) no less than 12 and no more than 16 times, with the addition of an ice component after each instance… but I was also told we were going to do anal fisting.
Deviant: so since I broke your boob
Deviant: i’ll have to break your ass next. start preparing for some fisting :)
Gemini: I have no words
Deviant: i’m sure you will find a few
Deviant: so did you Google what’s in store for you?
Gemini: Not yet, but that’s the plan
Deviant: no need to, you’re not going to be able to do anything :)
Gemini: I am scared, looking at these
Deviant: it prolly won’t fit
Deviant: we sure are gonna try!!!
I spent three days and three nights downloading photos, watching videos, reading up on techniques, preparation, and potential harms. I bought a fresh, new enema kit in addition to some drug store enemas. I asked questions, I tried to mentally prepare, and…
I freaked the fuck out.
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