Even though I’d been home alone since Wednesday, it took me until Saturday night before I actually got around to psyching myself up for some s&mb (self-bondage & masochistic boobie behaviour).
It was one of those cases where, when you have free-reign to do something, you suddenly don’t feel like desperately wanting to do it anymore, you know that feeling? Yeah…I’m like that all the time. When I have no lollies in my release jar, I feel the need to have a release thrice-daily, but when I’ve got quite a few in there, suddenly I become Miss I-can’t-remember-the-last-time-I-had-a-release and all thoughts of getting down and nasty with myself fly out the window.
So I started out with a bit of a warm-up, which in my case, tends to be porn of the freely-available-on-the-internet variety, and after 20 minutes of watching lithe women getting anally rammed and some ouchie-looking action over at whippedwomen, I was suitably ready.
I gathered up my supplies from Master’s bedroom: rope, ankle & wrist shackles (don’t forget the keys!), lube, Mr. Pink (who is now stained shades of brown, but I put those unsightly bits face down for the pic…), nipple clamps, extra weights and shackles, ball gag, leather collar, extra heavy leash, and then I managed to un-earth Mr. Hitachi from my bedroom floor (the whereabouts of Gonzo are still a mystery though…)
When it was all heaped up in a nice pile, it looked like this:
You may wonder why I put on another collar when I already have one on. Well, the interesting thing about that is that I like to *feel* that I’ve got a collar around my throat when I’m doing s&mb. My normal metal collar doesn’t really feel like a collar anymore because it’s there all the time, so I tend to put on a nice, wide leather collar and weigh it down with a nice heavy leash.
The rope is utilised for boobie bondage, with the nylon rope for wrapping around body and the hemp for squishing the boobies up nice and tight.
Shackles go on ankles and wrists, ball gag goes in, nipple clamps go on (once I get my mojo going I add the extra weights & chain) then Mr. Pink gets lubed up and inserted in the rear cavity. Finally, Mr. Hitachi goes on clit and I work Mr. Pink in and out by bouncing up and down on the bed on my knees. Approximately 10-15 minutes later, some sounds that seem strangely like a donkey on heat eminate from somewhere inside me and I’m all done & dusted.
The nipple clamps come off VERY QUICKLY once the pleasure stops, I can tell you that. In fact, once I’m done, everything comes off very quickly. This is mostly owning to the fact that 10 -15 minutes of bouncing up and down on your knees in metal restraints cuts off every single bit of circulation in your extremities, but also due to the fact that once I’ve achieved a release, I’m not interested at all in being tied up. Oh, generally by this stage my jaw is also killing me, so the second thing that comes off is generally the gag. Nipple clamps, gag, Mr. Pink, metal restraints, rope – in that order.
I generally get the feeling that getting everything together and putting it all on takes much longer than the actual act of release. Sometimes the planning and execution can actually be more engaging than the actual deed itself, but with that said, when I RSVP to a party, I make it my business to cum. I don’t think I’ve ever gone to the trouble of setting it all up and not achieving release, but on those rare occasions when I just can’t get my mojo going, I bounce away stubbornly until my feet turn purple and I’m getting cramps in my legs and by god, I do finally get there.
So that was how I spent a small portion of my time while Master was away. Was that too much information??
a subtle time 
Oh no, I’ve never seen a Hitachi before and now I’m glad I haven’t met one whilst in the throes of passion or otherwise. It looks strangely like a microphone. I’d be wanting to sing than get funky with it.
I’m very sorry kitten but when I read your blog, saw the Hitachi and then read where you bounced up and down on the bed for 15 minutes all that was going through my head was you singing “I touch myself” into the Hitachi.
ROFLMAOPIMP
On a more serious note, I sure hope you find Gonzo.
Now all I can think about is me singing into my Hitachi! Lol.
I have to agree it’s not the prettiest looking thing, but hey, it’s not actually supposed to be anything other than a neck massager!
I hope I find gonzo too. I really don’t know where he is…
*face palm* now all *I* can see in my head is you singing into the Hitachi!!!!!
I wish I could get off alone 😦 every since Master put the restriction of not cumming unless He says I can I’ve found it harder and harder to cum without His presence…and I love to touch myself! This makes sephi sad 😦
We started out doing a thing where I could only cum with his permission and generally it was in front of him that I had to do it. Then with his work taking him away for days at a time, he decided to do the lolly jar thing and give me a certain number of releases to use whenever and however I wanted.
Having a lolly jar is certainly better than going into his bedroom at two in the morning to ask for permission because I can’t sleep!
This is way off topic here but you might know….
Is groping common place on Japanese trains and buses?
It’s pretty common. I got groped seriously once and there were several other times where I wasn’t quite sure if it was a grope or just congestion.
You seriously can’t move an inch when the trains are packed and if you get squashed in in an awkward way, your hand can be in someone’s crotch without it meaning to be. There have been some cases where men have been accused of groping and arrested and it turned into a legal nightmare for them so some guys are very conscious of keeping their hands in a position where they can be seen.
It doesn’t happen on buses, just on trains because buses don’t get crowded enough. On some of the worst train lines they have women-only carriages during rush hour which gives you an indication of how bad it can be.
Sounds like a fun time was had! i know what you mean about denial of ability/rights heightening your desire for something. i can also relate to the getting-set-up-for situation taking longer than the actual doing-the-deed situation, but that’s kinda the yummy part!
However, like sephani, i am not allowed to do such things by myself… which isn’t to say that Daddy doesn’t give me permission, like, all the time! Probly more than i would like, actually. (i get off on denial – ah, the irony in that one.) But, i would’ve had to do it over the phone, so He could listen, if He was away at the time like your master is.
And, girlies what don’t have a Hitachi, omg get one!! You won’t be rofl’ing once that buzz hits yer bits just so… yumm!! i guess that’s a sort of a singing… of sorts… ?
Yeah, we’ve done the over the phone release thing and logistically it was not so good:
“Hang on, I’ve got to put the phone down for a sec…. *gets her finger caught in her ring while juggling phone & stuff and emits some noises of the in-pain-kind*”
Hehehe…the buzz of the hitachi is music to the ears??
i so relate to all of this!! It’s funny when you are given permission to play, the mood is somewhere else… and when you know that you can’t, the horniness really grabs you!
And it’s so true how all the preparation of getting you there in the end is definitely at least twice as long as the pleasure! i have never understood it either and i have a very similar way of getting myself off…. except for the porn although i just love looking at images of hot, bound and naked women 😉
Great post 🙂
t. x
Hot, bound and naked women are good porn material too! 😉
I guess there is something to be said for denial adding to horniness.