Of Human Bondage (part deux)

Today is a special day!

I was asked to be a ‘guest blogger’ on Dirk Mancuso’s blog as he is in San Francisco this week gettin’ his freak on.  I must say I was delighted by the honor (and slapped… and tickled….).  He’s in my blogroll:  Too Disgusting to Contemplate, Too Compelling to Ingnore.

The post penned by yours truly appears on his blog TODAY.  Initially I was in a bit of a quandary as to what the contents of my post should be–  but then I remembered the first rule of gay blogging.  Sex sells.

So I wrote a whole post about exploring bondage.  There may or may not be some salacious pictures.  Go HERE to check it out.  Then come back and read the rest of my post.

As it turns out, YES I submitted to some light bondage (and S&M) this past weekend.  I was definitely a bit nervous, and it took quite a bit of trust on my part to allow myself to be blindfolded and tied spread-eagle on my bed.  I did have a safe word– it was “orange”.

I never used it, in case you were wondering.

I was tied fairly tightly, I must say.  I could still move about some, but there was no way I was going to be able to untie myself in the event of an emergency.  Believe me, I tested the limits of my motion early on and sort of panicked a bit about that aspect of the bondage play.  But then I forced myself to take a deep breath and to enjoy myself.

Boy did I!

One unexpected touch were the gloves.  In the beginning, Master wore soft, leather gloves.  As it turns out, having your naked body caressed (and your nipples and penis worked) by leather gloves can be really quite stimulating.  Who knew, right?

Plus the smell of the gloves as they were held over my mouth and nose was intense and erotic.

Then came the flogging.  One of those leather “clapper” paddles was used to caress and lightly smack me in places where I never thought I would enjoy being lightly smacked.   I think my favorite realization came when Master was using the end of the paddle back and forth to gently tease a nipple and then abruptly SMACKED it.  Hard.

The pleasure created by that action was frankly quite astonishing.

Sometimes in life you go 37, maybe 38 years before suddenly realizing that you sorta LIKE a bit o’ pain with your pleasure.

Without delving into any more details (to protect the innocent… AND the naughty), I will merely finish by saying that a good time was had by all… for several hours.  Ahem. 

Oh, and that I ended up having one of the most intense orgasms of my life.