Most women's ideas about romance consists of a dozen red roses, delivered to her office for, say, Valentine's Day, or a beautiful dinner at someplace like Bertrand at Mr. A's or The Marine Room. While I am certainly not one to dismiss beautiful dinners, I much prefer places that are not so, cliche'. I think that's one of the reasons he likes me so much.
This weekend was filled with romance and there were no roses involved. Dinner didn't include a dress code or a beautiful view over the city. We landed at Lefty's Pizza.
Afterwards, we took a planned voyeuristic tour to our local sex dungeon for a "Beat and Greet". "Beat someone then introduce yourselves," explained a pervy looking man wearing a striped button down and a mischievous smile.
"Please ask the host if you want to use any toys hanging along the wall, but before you touch it," said "Mike" in his smoker's voice. He was not what I pictured as someone who would greet us for an event like this. I thought for sure a petite red head with a sexy smile and a Betty Page hairdo would most certainly open the door. Instead, a burly looking, bearded, pot-bellied middle-aged man who probably rides a Harley, checked our IDs and signed us in.
The room was so small. I prefer a space where I can actually get out of the way but there was something intriguing about being thrust into the midst of it all whether we liked it or not. As we found a spot in the corner to place our coats and umbrella, we held hands and walked self consciously through the crowd as if we were checking out the staged kitchen at an open house.
It's hard to know just how to act in a situation like this. He is always so cool and appropriate but I fear that I make faces and react a bit too loudly. The scenes were interesting and confusing. Some people said hello as they passed by and others ignored us, walking past as if we were invisible.
The St. Andrew's Cross was stationed in the corner with a full-sized mirror behind it. The sub draped her head and chest over the center of the cross while her wrists were cuffed into place. Her white ass was small and round. Her man smacked it first with his bare hands, then with a paddle, a flogger and then, a whip. When he was finished, her ass was red as a rose, and there were tiny welts that formed vertical stripes from left to right. She was happy and spent. Show was over and they moved on.
The naked man with the tattoos on his shoulders seemed to be writhing in pain. He stood face to face with his woman, another man stood behind him. Upon closer observation, it seemed that the fully clothed man was scratching his naked parts with a toothpick. Each time he ran the toothpick down his back, leg, chest, arm, etc....the naked man would jump and wiggle. His woman had his whole male package in her bare hands and she was tugging. Ouch! "CBT" He whispered in my ear. Cock and ball torture is a fetish involving the male genitalia. She appeared to be practicing squeezing. After many minutes of the toothpick and CBT, the men hugged and stroked each other's hair and then, all of a sudden, began wrestling. One thing led to another and both men ended up naked on the floor.
We talked all the way home about the scenes and what was sex and what wasn't. Is what we saw sex? Maybe not but what we engaged in next...absolutely was!
The next afternoon HE took me to a Bondage for Sex workshop. Ms. Nikki Nefarious showed us how to tie wrist cuffs and thigh cuffs from rope. HE already knows how to do this however, refresher courses are always necessary if you don't practice a lot. The two hour session allowed us to play on some of the same equipment that we'd seen the night before. It was playful and fun and exciting.
I wanted him to practice what we'd relearned when we got home. I was eager to continue the play and the tension that had slowly built between us. We got naked on his bed. We made out and HE flipped me onto my stomach. Slowly HE moved his hands over my back, through my hair, and down to my ass. SLAP! HE smacked. It startled and excited me. HE dripped lube between my legs. It was cold and wet and shocking. I felt something cold on my ass cheeks then WHACK! The paddle stung. HE ran the smooth side of the leather over my back and legs then WHACK, WHACK, WHACK this time a little harder. HE turns me on so much and no matter what it is I am always ready to try it with him. HE entered me from behind as he continued smacking my ass. HE fucked me hard and the spanking stopped. HE flipped me back onto my back and kissed me good as he fucked me. My orgasm was intense and HE was pleased with his work.
Another weekend was coming to a close. We drifted off to slumber once again in each other's arms and labeled it our Kinky Weekend.
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