So if you saw my post on Sunday, I was lamenting that my BF and I haven’t been able to play in a while due to our schedules. Well, what a difference 24 hours makes. We made up for lost time last night!
First off, I was saran wrapped. This is one of my favorite forms of bondage, and I hadn’t experienced it in a while. I also mentioned to Sam (my BF) that I was in the mood for a bit of torture and abuse. So he took that as an opportunity to make sure there were clothespins on my nipples, which I don’t always go for. He also rope mummified my balls, and made sure they were pulled tight by attaching the rope to some of the bondage bars we have running across the tops of our canopy bed frame.
Now, usually, Sam wears a certain pair of shoes all day when we’re going to play, because they make his feet soft and stinky. Sadly, he didn’t have the chance to do that on this day, and his feet were a bit dry and odorless. Fortunately, I had a pair of my own rank socks. Despite not being worn for a while, they were still not only smelly but crusty… which I can find very sexy! So armed with this disgusting sock, he put the sock over my nose, and the ballgag on top of that, so the sock itself was pressed into my mouth, with no escape. Yum!
But he wasn’t done with me yet. Fully immobolized, ball tied, nipples pinned, and gagged with a reeking, stale sock, he took a leather restraint (usually a collar, actually), and wrapped it around my bound ankles. He then took a rope and wound it though, and tied that to the frame of the canopy bed, raising my legs off the bed.
With my bare feet now raised helplessly, he demanded I spread my feet and toes apart, and be proceeded with bastinado. And just when it was starting to become intense, he would then lick and suck on my tender feet. Let me tell you, there is no exquisite delight as bastinado when alternated with foot worship. It was doubly engaging, because I knew my BF in general isn’t all that into feet, so it was extremely hot to see him work on mine.
After a long round of this, some jerking and him occasionally sucking my cock, he then put clothespins between my toes, and then beat them some more, as well as some foot licking. He also changed out my socks, so that I had a fresh odor to inhale. It was in this condition that I was finally allowed to shoot my load. Now, I generally am not a distance shooter, but I went up to my shoulder.
Before releasing me, Sam mopped up some of the cum with the sock. Then, as he released me from my current sock gag, he shoved the cum-soaked sock back into my mouth to chew on as I sat there helplessly bound. After a few delicious moments of this added torture, he slowly began to release me from my (now literally) steamy saran wrap bondage–but of course, the gag was the last item out of my mouth.
These are the socks we used. This pic was taken this morning, so the cum is already dried up… or I guess, eaten by yours truly. You can almost imagine the crustiness of these worn socks, can’t you?
Hope your Labor Day now goes as well as mine will! 🙂
